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Wednesday, December 30, 2009

last one for 2009

read, read, watch/listen. happy new year-on to the next, bigger and better to come im sure-it has to be. cheers.

Mabel and I went home for Christmas alone to my parents house this year and did a whole lot of having a blast. In between drawing and chasing each other around Nana and Bapa's house and climbing up and down stairs, reading and drawing or watching Pete's Dragon we did this-went Bowling at the Roxy with Aunt Mary. Mabel def caught on quick as soon as she learned the point was to throw the ball as hard as she could. We also played pool-or aka she stood on the table and kept putting the cue ball in the different pockets and rushing to the drop to do it again in between chicken tenders, steak fries and Bapa's soda swiggs. Have to say-one of the best - non stressful Xmas's ever.

Cheers

Thursday, December 24, 2009

Ex-mas Eve

headed to the river tonight after a day with my little lady and picking her up xmas morning again to visit Nana and Papa in the Cape. Aunt Mary, snow and the great feeling of going home-I couldn't be happier.

Cheers

Monday, December 21, 2009

the better parts of space

"And in this life like weeds, you're just a rock to me
I could have told you all that I love you
And in the places you go, you'll see the place where you're from
I could have told you all that I love you
And in the faces you meet, you'll see the place where you'll die
I could have told you all that I love you
And on the day that you die, you'll see the people you'd met
I could have told you all that I love you
And in the faces you see, you'll see just who you've been
I wish I could have told you all:
In this life like weeds, eyes need us to see
Hearts need us to bleed, in this life like weeds
You're a rock to me
I know where you're from, but where do you belong?
In this life like weeds, you're the dirt I'll breath
In this life like weeds, you're a rock to me
All this talkin' all the time and the air fills up, up, up
Until there's nothin' left to breathe
And you think you feel most everything
And we know that our hearts are just made out of strings
To be pulled, strings to be pulled
So you think you've figured out everything
But we know that our minds are just made out of strings
To be pulled, strings to be pulled
All this talkin' all the time and the air fills up, up, up
Until there's nothing left to breathe
Up until there's nothin' left to speak.
Up until the better parts of space"

MM-life like weeds

-hands down one of the best songs ever written. couldn't find a video worth posting so fuck it-this works for me.