HOUSE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Scenario:One Cape, listed for $199,000. 3 bedrooms, 2.5 baths, 2 acres of land.One couple, engaged, loving the location of the home (1/4 mile from where they currently live), and the fact that the house is 2,200 square feet of pure awesome living space. One offer made, countered, and the final price accepted at $170,000.WE. GOT. A. HOUSE!!!!!Please feel free to go have a look if you'd like... click this linkhttp://www.spragueandcurtis.com/IDX/mls.htmlAnd enter 810130 in the "quick search" MLS number search.booyah, cupcakes.

Today is significant

Because last year on this day, we lost Ryan. I love you, Ryan.For Ryan... who died on March 27th, 2006. "Pictures of You" by The CureI've been looking so long at these pictures of youThat I almost believe that they're realI've been living so long with my pictures of youThat I almost believe that the pictures areAll I can feelRememberingYou running soft through the nightYou were bigger and brighter and wider than snowAnd screamed at the make-believeScreamed at the skyAnd you finally found all your courageTo let it all goRememberingYou fallen into my armsCrying for the death of your heartYou were stone whiteSo delicateLost in the coldYou were always so lost in the darkRememberingYou how you used to beSlow drownedYou were angelsSo much more than everythingHold for the last time then slip away quietlyOpen my eyesBut I never see anythingIf only I'd thought of the right wordsI could have held on to your heartIf only I'd thought of the right wordsI wouldn't be breaking apartAll my pictures of youLooking so long at these pictures of youBut I never hold on to your heartLooking so long for the words to be trueBut always just breaking apartMy pictures of youThere was nothing in the worldThat I ever wanted moreThan to feel you deep in my heartThere was nothing in the worldThat I ever wanted moreThan to never feel the breaking apartAll my pictures of you

If you want to f...

If you want to feel really happy, then you better watch this video.




*sigh*

I had a GREAT time...

I had a GREAT time at the wedding in NY--- and I will update more on that with pics soon.To tide you over, here is a picture of the biggest bunny in the world. This is NOT Photoshopped.... I repeat- NOT PHOTOSHOPPED.I wanna lay on his belly and take a nap. Hoppity hop.http://fallingsky.blogs.com/falling_sky/2006/02/thats_not_a_bun.html

Voice Post

VoicePost176K1:51(no transcription available)For dionysian_blood... Miss Jade, a voicepost *just* for you.

tired, bored, slightly cranky

this meme has gone around like herpes today. Stolen from everyone.Dear Maya,I _____ you. You have a nice______. You make me _______. You should _______. Someday I will ______. You + me =________. If I saw you now I'd __________. I would build a _______ just for you. If I could sing you any song it would be _________. We could __________ under the stars.Love,_____________(P.S. ______________.)Fill it out and post it under comments, then put it in your own journal to see what sorts of letters other people write about you ;)

I updated the My...

I updated the Myspace with more pictures... once I scan the older ones I will post them here in my journal and leave it public so some of you who want to can add it to your memories, or download some of the pics.Obituary: (you have to log in to view it... but it is free and takes a minute)http://www.sunjournal.com/news/obits/20060329110.phpwww.myspace.com/davidbowiesgirlAlso, adding this link again.Our voicepost.http://modestmaya.livejournal.com/198413.html

He always wanted to say things, but no one understood.He always wanted to explain things, but no one cared.So he drew.Sometimes he would just draw and it wasn't anything. He wanted to carve it in stone and write it in the sky.He would lie out in the grass and look up in the sky and it would be only him and the sky and the things inside him that needed saying.And it was after that that he drew the picture.He kept it under his pillow and would let no-one see it.It was a beautiful picture. And he would look at it every night and think about it.And when it was dark and his eyes were closed, he could still see it.When he started school he brought it with him.Not to show anyone, but just to have it with him, like a friend. It was funny about school.He sat in a square brown desk like all the other square brown desksand he thought it should be red. And his room was a square brown room like all the other square brown roomsand it was tight and close and stiff. He hated to hold the pencil and the chalk with his arm stiff and his feet flat on the floor, stiff,with the teacher watching and waiting. And then he had to write numbers.And they weren't anything.They were tight and square. And he hated the whole thing.The teacher came and spoke to him.She told him to wear a tie like all the other boys.He said he didn't like them, and she said it didn't matter.After that he drew. And he drew all yellow and it was the way he felt about the morning. And it was beautiful.The teacher came and smiled at him"What's this?" she said ."Why don't you draw something like Ken's drawing?"Isn't that beautiful?"And it was all questions.After that his mother bought him a tieand he always drew airplanes and rocket ships like everyone else.And he threw the old picture away.And when he lay looking at the sky,it was big and blue, and all of everything elsebut he wasn't anymore.He was square and brown, and his hands were stiff and he was like everyone else.And the thing inside that needed saying didn't need saying anymoreIt had stopped pushing. It was crushed.Stiff.Like everything else.