HAHAHAHAHA, oh weathermen with your lies. Your bitter, angry lies.

A "warm front" was supposed to breeze in today and instead, I had blue skies turn to gray with winds so fierce it almost knocked me off my feet. I'm now freezing as I chose to wear capris to exercise in this morning. I need ear warmth STAT.

Today marks the birthdays of two people that are quite dear to me, ethrosdemon and kita0610. Both are strong, smart women that can laugh and can stand their ground better than most, three qualities I consider to be essential in my friends. I hope life treats you kind today. <3

In honor of standing your ground and being smart and awesome, here's a link to the op-ed piece President Obama sent to the Washington Post today. I seriously love that man.

I think I need another pot of coffee for I am chilled to the BONE. So much for moving shrubs outside today. =p Oh! I watched Gran Torino yesterday. Holy sheep dung, that's a hard movie. Clint Eastwood plays the hardest man in a movie I've ever seen. I always fret in movies when people have to use racist language because I think of the actors having to spend all day together on a scene saying those words over and over. That's hard stuff. I don't know how I feel about that movie, but I was moved in places. But good lord, the racist things the protagonist says. Yeesh.

Today I'm watching Nick and Nora's Infinite Playlist so I can have a palate cleanser. Gentle teen romance FTW!

Oh, my heart.

Sorry for the double post. I just watched Dear Zachary: A Letter To A Son About His Father and my heart is just aching. It's incredibly painful, and it's incredibly beautiful, too. I feel weird about recommending it, because it will really devastate a few of you. But amidst all the hurt and shock and horror lie two people that are the kind of parents I dream of being. I think they're the kind of parents we all (me especially) wish we had. If you have parents like that, you don't know how lucky you are.

You can read about it here, but I went in blind to this story. I don't know if that's best or not. Disabling comments, because I'm really just shattered. [I'm a complete tender boob when it comes to parenting and kids, I make no apologies for that.] And I now have another cause to support.