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Hi it's me, Rusty. My mom said she was playing "hooky" today. I have no idea what kind of game that is, or when she actually played it. But she took my and my sister Sabre to the beach and we had a really fun time and she let me take some pictures!!

The waves were REALLY BIG! Bigger than me! My mom says the beach was eroded and that there were huge piles of sand everywhere. Well, I don't know what that means, but all I can say is that when you are only like 2 feet about the ground, EVERYTHING is huge! That pile of stuff in the sand smelled really good to me and Sabre. Mom says it is "lobz-tah traps".

I stuck my toes in. Chilly!!! Bichons were not meant for this. Where is the hot tub?

Mom stuck her toes in too. Me and Sabre are laffin' at her because a BIG wave came and got her pants wet. She wasn't paying attention. You would have laffed too!

Mom made me take a picture of her toes to prove she really did go in.

We made a new friend. He hung with us for a long time, and he had a leash on...but we couldn't figure out who his people were and hope he is ok...

Hi Mom!!

Mom's trying to dry her pants off in the sun...

We sat on this log for a while and rested.

Happy my mom got to spend fun time with me today!


Sabre is happy too!


Can we go now? How 'bout now?


After the beach, mom had to stop at the store. She bought some roast beef. AND SHE SHARED IT WITH US!!! Me and Sabre snuggled up in the back seat for the ride home, VERY content!!

Remember Me

WARNING *SPOILER ALERT* REMEMBER ME
If you plan to see the movie, do NOT read this post!!

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Hey, what are you looking at? She told you not to look!

The biggest problem with Remember Me is the ending. It's brilliant. Because it will stir deep emotions in anyone who remembers 9/11.

Humans by nature avoid the unpleasant. We like to move on and focus on what is pretty. That was not a pretty time for any of us.

Tell me what you thought of the movie's ending...cheap cop-out? sacrilege? amazing? I'm curious as to how it moved you. It moved me in my own unique way.

The movie opens with a shot of the twin towers at night. It always unnerves me a bit to see them and then remember they don't exist anymore.





I'd be lying if I told you I'd have gone to see this movie in a theater if someone other than Robert Pattinson was starring. Normally it would be the kind of movie I would wait and rent. I'm glad I didn't wait. The movie was so much better than the mediocre fluff I feared it would be. The acting was good, the story drew me in. I'm a sucker for the angst anyway.


And all was well, until I figured out where the ending was heading. I'm good at figuring out where a story is heading. It is the number 1 delight for me in any book or movie. If the ending surprises me, that is an accomplishment. If I figure it out early on, death sentence. I did not see this one coming. At all. As soon as Tyler was in the elevator and I saw the number 88 flash by, I knew. I'm surprised I didn't gasp out loud. Or maybe I did. All I know is that I got so anxious, everything inside me just clenched up tight and I thought, oh no, please, don' t. As soon as Tyler sat down at his father's desk and saw the pictures on the computer, that was it for me - the tears came. I silently prayed, pleeeeeease don't make this graphic. Please don't show it happening. Please. And, they heard me. It was perfect. Tasteful. Powerful. I personally don't think the ending was a cheap shot, or a cop out, as others have stated. I understand why someone could feel that way.


My friend I saw the movie with shared that she remembered exactly where she was and what she was doing when the planes hit. I know for me, all I wanted to do was get home and make sure my daughter, who was 13 at the time, was safe. I wanted to hug her. I was uncertain that we were all going to be ok. I was terrified.

So how did it make you feel? Angry? Sad? Betrayed?

I know I was happy that when I got home there were people I love more than anything here. I know I am reminded not to take one second of this life for granted.