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Showing posts with label Music Video. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Music Video. Show all posts
Saturday, September 19, 2009
Tuesday, November 20, 2007
Saturday, September 15, 2007
In the new place
Well, I am sitting in a chaotic room. And considering that we just moved most of the stuff today, it looks pretty good.
Nick's sister and BIL came over and helped move. WHAT A HELP! We had three ball=busters to move, a washer, a dryer, and a large sofa. Thanks to the help, we got them all moved. My back hurts tonight, but it could have been much worse.
Last night was hard on me. I realized that it would be the last night we would spend in the house. I walked around and remembered when I first moved in. All the dreams I had about the place. Now I looked out and the yard was dark because we sold the landscape lights. The pond is gone because one of the neighbors wanted the liner. Things were gone. The house was not the same. Then it struck me that what was important in the house was asleep in bed. All the things were just that, things, but Nick was sticking by me even when everything else was falling apart.
I met a couple of neighbors and they seemed very nice, one even gave us some dryer duct. But then I met the downstairs neighbor. Actually, I met him yesterday and didn't know it was him. When I brough stuff over yesterday, there was this guy just sitting near the door of the building. I kind of said "hi" as I went in but he didn't say anything. Then he would move over to a picnic table that was near. Then he was sitting again near the door. I was getting a little weirded out by this bum (?) who was sitting aroudn the door. Well, while we were moving funiture, we suddenly heard a pounding on the floor from downstairs. So I walked downstairs and knocked on the door. Who should open the door but the "bum." I said, "Sorry if it sounds like we are moving a bunch of furniture, but we are moving a bunch of furniture. WHen we get moved in, it will quiet down." To which he replied, "It better."
WHAT AN ASS!
It is rude enough that he would pound on the floor, but to now just laugh it off when I went down to explain... I hope this is not a foreshadow. But in walking downstairs, I also want to let him know that pounding is not an acceptable way to send a message.
I'll post some pictures when I bring my camera. It is currently in the house, as is a bunch of "stuff." You know, that danderuff that defies categorization. Most of it should probably be thrown away, but I am not ready to do that yet.
Nick's sister and BIL came over and helped move. WHAT A HELP! We had three ball=busters to move, a washer, a dryer, and a large sofa. Thanks to the help, we got them all moved. My back hurts tonight, but it could have been much worse.
Last night was hard on me. I realized that it would be the last night we would spend in the house. I walked around and remembered when I first moved in. All the dreams I had about the place. Now I looked out and the yard was dark because we sold the landscape lights. The pond is gone because one of the neighbors wanted the liner. Things were gone. The house was not the same. Then it struck me that what was important in the house was asleep in bed. All the things were just that, things, but Nick was sticking by me even when everything else was falling apart.
I met a couple of neighbors and they seemed very nice, one even gave us some dryer duct. But then I met the downstairs neighbor. Actually, I met him yesterday and didn't know it was him. When I brough stuff over yesterday, there was this guy just sitting near the door of the building. I kind of said "hi" as I went in but he didn't say anything. Then he would move over to a picnic table that was near. Then he was sitting again near the door. I was getting a little weirded out by this bum (?) who was sitting aroudn the door. Well, while we were moving funiture, we suddenly heard a pounding on the floor from downstairs. So I walked downstairs and knocked on the door. Who should open the door but the "bum." I said, "Sorry if it sounds like we are moving a bunch of furniture, but we are moving a bunch of furniture. WHen we get moved in, it will quiet down." To which he replied, "It better."
WHAT AN ASS!
It is rude enough that he would pound on the floor, but to now just laugh it off when I went down to explain... I hope this is not a foreshadow. But in walking downstairs, I also want to let him know that pounding is not an acceptable way to send a message.
I'll post some pictures when I bring my camera. It is currently in the house, as is a bunch of "stuff." You know, that danderuff that defies categorization. Most of it should probably be thrown away, but I am not ready to do that yet.
Tuesday, June 12, 2007
Lakisha in Lansing
Saturday, May 12, 2007
Monday, May 07, 2007
Sunday, May 06, 2007
Saturday, April 14, 2007
Friday, April 13, 2007
Everyone Else Has Had More Sex Than Me
I had this on my blog before but the link does not work so here it is again.
Saturday, December 09, 2006
Tuesday, December 05, 2006
Tuesday, November 14, 2006
Monday, November 13, 2006
Thursday, November 09, 2006
Thursday, October 26, 2006
We Don't Do Anything
Morgan over at It's a Blog Eat Blog World got me thinking about Veggie tales. He has the Song of the Cebu over there so I decided to post "The Pirates Who Don't Do Anything." Thanks for the memories Morgan!
Sunday, October 08, 2006
Thursday, October 05, 2006
Funeral Music
I was tagged by Janna over at One More Drop In A Bloggy Ocean to do this meme. It is kind of interesting. The question is: What five songs do you want played at your funeral?
Now, this is kind of hard, because there are the songs that I would like to have and then there are the songs that would be more appropriate to a funeral.
First off, I will give you the "appropriate" songs I would like for my funeral.
First, I would like the song O Come, O Come, Emmanuel. I know it is an advent song, but I like it and I think it is appropriate for a funeral.
Second, I would like the song Soon and Very Soon.
Third, I would like Give Me Jesus
Fourth, would be We Are Called. Sorry, I could not find a link to this one.
Fifth, would be an old standard like Amazing Grace.
Now other songs that I think would be fun at a funeral would be:
Always Look On The Bright Side of Life
I'm Going Home
I think that is it. It was kind of fun! Now I think I will tag Lemuel over at The Greedy Maelstrom.
Now, this is kind of hard, because there are the songs that I would like to have and then there are the songs that would be more appropriate to a funeral.
First off, I will give you the "appropriate" songs I would like for my funeral.
First, I would like the song O Come, O Come, Emmanuel. I know it is an advent song, but I like it and I think it is appropriate for a funeral.
Second, I would like the song Soon and Very Soon.
Third, I would like Give Me Jesus
Fourth, would be We Are Called. Sorry, I could not find a link to this one.
Fifth, would be an old standard like Amazing Grace.
Now other songs that I think would be fun at a funeral would be:
Always Look On The Bright Side of Life
I'm Going Home
I think that is it. It was kind of fun! Now I think I will tag Lemuel over at The Greedy Maelstrom.
Wednesday, September 13, 2006
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