So Matty went to an all boys sleepover for his cousin's 7th birthday party and Rich thought it would be nice if we took Annemarie to do something since it was just the three of us without her "annoying little brother", so we took her to see Marley and Me since she'd been asking to see it for a while. We had breakfast (at lunch time) before hand and she tells me how I'm gonna cry cause Marley dies and of course I ask why we're going to see this movie then? Is it like a contest? Who can make Viv cry the most? I mean sheesh people! Must I remind you what happened when we saw My Dog Skip?!

But we go... and I cry... A LOT! Like fifteen minutes, easy. Wet face, wet neck, wet shirt, ugh. AND! During the scene where Marley dies and everyone who has at least a tiny portion of a soul is sniffling, this awful man in the row behind us leans over to his wife, and in that really LOUD, obnoxious whisper, he says to her, "And THAT is why we're never getting a dog." UGH.

But after that, I went and saw my little guy and snuggled him and then went to see Steve We ate, we desserted, we malled, we bookstored, we movied, we kittied, we beveraged, we did 'pick-you-up-and-spin-you-around-hugs' (me picking him up, not the other way around) and then I went back to get my little guy, my big guy, my teenager, and a partridge in a pear tree.

Major bullshit drama going on at work still... whee!

I like peaches... just saying.

Davey gets home today!! He stopped in to say hi to me one day a couple weeks back and asked me if I had some sort of Dave-withdrawl patch on... and I said no

So, I was talkig to T-ben today and he reminded me of some awesome music with awesome lyrics I haven't been listening to lately, and so on my way to work I switched CDs and found them again and also hearing a lot of other good songs I miss.

Oh at least we know that if we die... we lived with passion, they said we'd burn so bright...

I'm here to say that you're the star you wanna be, just open up and look inside and you will see. Someday you'll sing it out loud, someday it'll make you proud...

Anyway, in Marley and Me, there was this awesome narration at the end: Loyalty. Courage. Devotion. Simplicity. Joy. And the things that did not matter too. A dog has no use for fancy cars or designer clothes. Status symbols mean nothing to him. A water-logged stick will do just fine. A dog judges others not by their color or creed or class but by who they are inside. A dog doesn't care if you're rich or poor, educated or illliterate, clever or dull. Give him your heart and he will give you his. How many times in your life do you meet someone that makes you feel extraordinary?

Who have you made feel extraordinary today?

Viv