Please, remember me, happily, by the rosebush laughing.

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Florence, Alabama, United States
Dancing in both directions at once so everyone won't notice that she's never heard this song before.

Saturday, October 14, 2006

And the tree was happy... but not really.

I took the boys to the library Thursday, and we read The Giving Tree, by Shel Silverstein. I rarely make it through the book without crying a little. If you've never read it, I recommend you do so immediately. Unconditional love... what an amazing thing.

In other news, I'm staying on the Blvd. until the 25th of this month. My future apartment is getting new carpet and fresh paint... it should be very nice. Living at home has been really nice, actually... I love spending the time with my parents and sister and brother. Yes, I still feel tension every time Mom and Dad are in the same room together (even if it's just me that's tense), but generally things are good. Bo hurt himself today. He was so pitiful... I spent all afternoon with him. We think he's knocked his hips out of place again; last time they had to bind his back legs for several weeks, and then he was fine. He was just in a lot of pain, though... we took a nap before I came here to work. I hope he's feeling better.

Thursday night I subbed at the daycare a bit, then headed over to O'Brian's, which was trey fun. He was a wonderful host, and I got to meet his friend Brianna (who seemed very fun), and we talked to Noel and watched some Fight Club, and later T.J. and Jessica showed up. After that we did a little car swapping and whatnot, then headed over to shoot some pool at Sidepockets and watch the Middlemen perform (sans Brianna, who went home). They were great, of course. Pool was fun... Teej and I played several games, and though I lost most of them, I did a lot better than I usually do, and I was happy about that. I practiced with Mom and Graham at DP's last weekend, and Mom gave me some pointers. ;)

Last night Jessica and I got ice cream, which we ate down at the docks by McFarland... that was fun, albeit chilly. And there you have it, folks: the goings on of yours truly.

P.S. Read my next post. Yes, they are lyrics. Read them anyway, especially if you are named Jessica or O'Brian, or if you visited Bungalow 12.

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