Well not to bum everyone out, but I guess I gotta put it out there eventually. My Grandmother Peggy Brune passed away earlier tonight. Grandpa, Mom, Uncle Paul and Aunt Cindy were there when it happened. It sucks, but we were prepared for this. I am VERY thankful I got to see her last weekend and witness both a good day and a bad day of her mental state. In her right mind, she would not have wanted to stick around in that condition. It hasn’t quite sunk in yet, but deep down I know my Grandma would not want me sulking around and having a pity party. So, unless she indicates otherwise via supernatural means, it’s business-as-usual. She woulda wanted it that way (and would not have held back in telling me so, either). Believe it or not, she’s the one I got my warped sense of humor from, so the regular posts of weird videos, off-color humor and Timbers/Blazers rants shall carry on. Miss you Grandma. Say hi to Great-Grandma and Great-Grandpa Deaton up there.