Day 149

Today I write the blog late. There should be no excuse though I admit I lost track of time today. Many things were on my mind. Today is Spencer's father's birthday. Unfortunately his father died when Spencer was 18. It has been a long day of thoughts and what ifs. I have tried to be the supportive future wife. I found myself in my mind failing at that when I told him off. Part of me feels horrible for doing it and the other does not. His father's passing was one that haunts and torment him and his mother both mentally and emotionally. It kills me when they tear themselves apart in matters they cannot change. Today being his birthday put a focus of memories. They were not good ones. That broke my heart.

Perhaps it was in how I was raised. Perhaps it was in the older, wiser people I was blessed with that I learned what I did. It is very rare for anyone to know their great grandparents in this day and age. As I grew up I was blessed to have 2 great grandmothers and a great grandfather. I also had 3 grandmothers and 2 grandfathers. The third grandfather I vaguely remember he died when I was young. None of them ever acted their age. Even used to tell me that you are only as old as you feel. Papa was likely my favorite in odd words of wisdom. He believed no one should cry at a funeral or a wake. That instead they should rejoice, laugh and throw a party. That when a person died their was no sense in mourning that loss, but instead to celebrate the life they lived. It was needed to find something dear in a memory to hold onto.

A movie I watched not so long ago even made me smile. I am Wiccan. I do not believe in Heaven nor Hell. That does not mean that others have to disbelieve like me. Everyone is entitled to their own beliefs. Though what of a child who wants to believe in heaven and you do not? The quote touched my heart, "As long as you believe it in your heart it is where they are." I was taught to hold those loving memories in my mind and release the horrible ones. To dwell on what that person did to make us smile. What it was perhaps that made us view things in a different light. I love Spencer as he is. I dislike that in his memories they hurt him. The memories he chose should have made him laugh and smile not cry and ask what if. I will try to work on that with him.

Sorry I strayed in my thoughts today. I did still manage to get my things done even with Spencer peeking over my shoulder as he had the day off. In literati my opponent never spoke. I wish they had but oh well. Here was our board:

Today's Movie: The Other Guys

Wow... Some parts of this are so utterly stupid you can't help but go "WHAT!?" then shake your head and some how laugh Some of the bantering comments back in forth are just too much. Don't try to figure out the odd philosophy just enjoy it. Overall it was a typical Will Farrell movie. You will either love it or hate it. This time he has an all star cast supporting him as well.

Two loser cops are the others. One shot Derek Jeter by accident in a tunnel.(I loved that part I hate the Yankees). Some tell him he should have shot A-Rod instead. Due to him shooting him he was blamed for the Yankees loosing the World Series. (Factoid: The year stated was the year they lost to Boston with the 3 win lead.) The other one is more a pencil pusher and a seeming butt kisser. He likes it behind the desk. Both of them have hidden interesting facts of their lives that just make you go HMMMMMMM.

The two of them will try to fight to the top after the two leading detectives die. These two misfits can barely manage to get along how are they supposed to work together to fight to the top. They stumble onto something that just does not add up. An arrest is made on a man that didn't have proper building permits. Yet he gets kidnapped from them. Then his affairs just don't seem to add up and neither do the people around him. As they begin to feel even stronger something just is not right and there is more than meets the eye they are removed from the case and even knocked down from their current positions and split apart.

Will they figure it all out without the okay to do so? Will they just stay the beat cop and traffic guard now? What about the attention the bad guys are still giving them? Are the police involved in the strange things? So many questions. What will be the answer?

In IMVU It was another day for requests. Tara wanted some nice poet robes. She loved my baker one's so batted her eyes and smiled in her own way. I love you Tara. For my other sister from another mother:

DAY 149: BY REQUEST POET ROBES
THE GOREAN FREE WOMAN (GFW) FULL CONCEALMENT
THESE ARE FOR THE CASTE OF POETS/MUSICIANS
AVAILABLE PIECES:
ROBE - Robe has a sari appeal to it. Multiple colors since a poet and musician often bring much life to the world in their works.
GLOVES - The same beige as the robes with a splash of color for style.
BOOTS - Beige boots with a hint of color on top and toe.
VEIL - A touch of color on a beige veil to hide one's beauty.
HOOD - Padawan hood with curly hair. Hood is beige with a spash of color.
HOODS AVAILABLE IN: BLACK - BLOND - RED - BROWN
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