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| It is with a heavy heart that I come to you today with sad news. After a
long and very productive life, the 1983 Toyota Corolla, that we have
cherished and loved, breathed it's last breath. It was with a litlle
sputter ( the battery was dead) and and cough (there was a puff of
smoke)that it gave up it's last breath. It was the wish of the beloved
Corolla that extraordinary means not be taken to prolong it's life.
Though it had been looking forward to going off to collage in the fall,
the family really knew that it would never be a reality.
The Corolla started it's life in a little factory in Tennessee. After a
journey to California it was adopted by Doug and Mary Midgley. The just
married couple were in love with their little car. They took it every
where they went. When they re-located to the bay area in 1984, the
little car went with them. It took joy in their joy as a baby girl and
than a baby boy were added to the group. As the children grew, so did
the love for the little car. Even though other cars came and went, it
was the Corolla that remained the star vehicle. Alas, there came a time
that the little car was replaced as the primary car by bigger and
fancier autos. Yet, the Corolla managed to out live them all remaining
the main car for the Sr. Midgley (Doug). In 2000 at the age of 17 it
became the primary vehicle for Ms. Meghan, who used it to cart her
little brother to school and motor around the bay area. Those were
happy time for the little car. In 2003, when Ms. Meghan took off for
greener hills, the little car became the primary vehicle for Master Pat.
It was then that it learned what living was all about. It had many a
happy time joy riding around Pleasanton. Even though it was ever so
slightly abuse by other teenage boys - getting egged a few times as well
as TP'd on occasion, it still had such a good time. It was especially
happy driving around with Pat's friends and his girl friend Jessica.
Beloved by all who knew it, the Corolla will be missed, but, never
forgotten.
We bid a fond farewell to the little Corolla. | | |
| Well, it's official, H is for HOUSE. That is going to be the new
name of our house and it is going to rock it. We're going to have
a Sesame Street theme. With some bling, of course. And
we're going to have fun making "art" and such. Yay. Not as
cool as holla back, but very PC and still fun. Because over time
it could evolve into Holla Back House again. Anyways, that's the
news.
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| Holla back house is no more. John's birthday was great.
Life evens out. Should I go camping next weekend? H is for
House.
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| I really miss the Get Up Kids. Is that wierd? I serioualy
get sad when I listen to them. I suppose it's because they have
been with me since the beginning of my rock-stardom. Them
splitting up is like the end of an era. IT's the end of the Meg
and Liz good times. Though we will always have good times, they
will never be quite the same. Never quite as fun, never quite as
silly. We're far too serious for that now. Tainted and
genuinely bitter, rather than just bitter in our fake, punky,
fight-the-man sort of way. Don't worry, I'll catch you. 14
the Get Up Kids for life.
would you stay for one night?
if i didn't come home?
the end of a big fight
doesn't matter anymore
the point in my midlife
situation stands
but hours pass like years
wish you were here
wish you were here
did i open an old wound?
is there something i should know?
if it's all ending so soon
how could i possibly let go?
comes to a head, this is high noon
the finale we have planned
but hours pass like years
i wish you were here
say the words so slow
say it without fear
you won't turn to go
you won't leave me here
the past is all we know
the memories are clear
i wish you were here
if i told you, were you listening?
did you know this from the start?
do the dates match exactly?
your plan when we would part?
if i won't wait for another year
i guess you'll break my heart
it's true
you already knew
so take this as a souvenir
remember me, i'm waiting here
disappointed, hanging on
stayed behind while you moved on
wish you were here | | |
| So, my car got towed. It's quite uncool. I just dropped
$260 like it was nobody's business to get it out of the impound
place. What's scary is it's like I almost expected it. I
was making money and not in debt, so of course I should have to waste
money on shit. It didn't even really phase me, even though I know
it should have. I'm just a glutton for punishment or
something. But luckily Thomas was totally helpful and let me
spend the night and drove me over to the impound in the morning.
He is a true and genuine friend. I wonder about some of the
others at time. Or maybe they are friends, but their way of being
my friend is not within my archtype of friendship. None the less,
I had a good night and feel like I'm starting to get my shit
together. I was to get the trining schedule for HA shiza so I can
figure out my plan for accomplishing my goals. Anyways, I just
made some fabulous post-drinking eggs benedict and I'm going to go for
a walk, because I like walking, and that's what's important,
right? Right.
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