"My birthday was just a few days ago and my wifes birthday is tommarow. I got to get her something nice." I said happy birthday how old are you? And he said, "Well i'm 83, but i have been telling people i'm 63 because thats how long i've been with my wife, And i didn't start living till the day i married her."


How fucking sweet is that?!

That has got to be the most awesome thing I have ever heard!

But it also makes me think of something not so awesome that happened yesterday.  My grandfather died a year and a half ago and it's sad but everybody is still in their own way grieving.  Well for the people that don't know I'm named after him my first name is Cecila which is his name with an "a" on the end.  So yesterday my grandmother calls me and says you have a civil suit against you I got it in the mail today.  She gave me the phone number to call and the case number..........So I call........The lady on the phone was rude and I said, "Let me ask you a question why would this go to my grandparents house if that has NEVER been my address."  And she said, "Well, was it for you or your grandmother. So I said, "Well, her name is Doris so no it's not for her."  Then I said, "My grandfather's name is Cecil though."  And that's when she rudly said, "Well, then yea it's for him!"  And I hollered, "THAT'S NICE SEEING HOW HE'S BEEN DEAD FOR ALMOST TWO YEARS"  And that's when this bitch says, "Yea it shows he's deceased"  That's one of the times I wished I could reach through the phone and fuck a bitch up.  I mean you should have heard the tone in her voice.  So I called my dad and he said he would call my grandmother back and tell her he also called the same place I did and got the info on it.  Apparently somebody opened up a credit card in his name, maxed it out, and then didn't pay anything on it.  We both know who it is because he did prison time for it for doing it to my grandparents before.  I just hope this is from then and he's not doing it recently.

raylee-- i'm soo sorry that happened to you.. I can't believe that bitch was so rude.. that was uncalled for!  I remember when my Grandpa died, one of the saddest days in my life.. I've seen too many people die... five.. three in my family, two in Evie's... they all meant a lot to me and I miss them a lot too.. so I know how you feel.  I remember shortly after my grandpa died they were going through a lot of his stuff (which is how we accrued a lot of things... for those of you who've been to my house.. that's why we have a lot of stuff that looks like a mess everywhere.. that and my sister lol).. my mom ended up keeping a toy poodle named Georgie... wait.. that was from his uncle.. so six people died bleh

anyway my dad had gotten my grandpa's truck... even though it was broken down and didn't really work and no one used it, he didn't want to give it away and I completely understood.. but he sold it eventually... i suppose it's his way of moving on... we don't talk about him anymore.. but when I do think about him, which sadly enough isn't enough, I miss him a lot.. I only knew him for a short while, but he was one of the nicest men I ever met... and funny..

I really miss my aunt though.. she died two years ago... two and a half... she died of cancer... first it was from her liver then it spread all over her body.. she was the only one in Evie's family that accepted me (being that we were a gay couple and her family was both racist and homophobic me being gay and hispanic wasn't great... only the older generations had a problem with it)... she was the shit to hang out with... she was always trying to bring peace to the family (which believe you and me.. that was a hard thing to do.. evie's mom is a bitch from hell.. ever seen monster-in-law? she's like that but worse!!! seriously.. there's no joke there) she was always happy... she hugged me a lot (a lot for their family anyway.. they ain't really huggable people if you know what I mean)  I miss her a lot.. i think about her a lot.. the last thing I had from her was a mug she gave me two christmas' before she died... three weeks to a month ago.. it fell and broke... now I have nothing.. except a picture that I had to practically beg for.. and an article that I had to search for (cause no one wanted to copy it for me) and a poem that was handed to everyone... but nothing left that she gave me cause it all broke or got stolen...

but the point of all of this is.. that things happen.. and they suck... but maybe (if you want to look on the bright side anyway) it all happens to remind you of them... so that we don't forget... or at least so we constantly remember the good times.... but you have to reeeaally want to see the good side lol










brian--- that is the sweetest thing I ever heard... old guys are sweet