We were in bed, and this is where Lucy curls up. On Sarah's bed, under the covers...since it was cold!
Of course she was getting annoyed from us looking at her and taking snap shots at her...haha I (we) Love Lucy! <3
29 December 2011
Christmas Gifts!
From My parents:
1The White Album(or just, The Bealtes)
2America's Greatest Hits
3Don Mclean;American Pie
From my friend Anna:
1Sgt. Peppers Lonely Hearts Club Band
From my parents:
1Dumb Witness
2The Big Four
3Five Little Pigs
4Murder on the Orient Express
5Hercule Poirot's Christmas
From my friend Abbey:
1The Curtain
2Mysterious Affair at Styles
3Hickory Dickory Dock(or Death)
The bag, from Karen
Drank out of it today! haha
All...14...i happen to have lost Revolver Paul...i don't know how that happened, but i don't mind really....haha :P
I have my all white fender picks and all my pics fit in that tiny case!
Close up!
Thats bout it!! :) Had a wonderful Christmas!
25 December 2011
Gifts
1. The White album(Beatles)
2. Don Mclean album
3.America's greatest Hits album(America the band)
4. Wooden box and notepad.
5. Beatles guitar pick case, conatining 15 picks!
6. itunes card
7. microphone earphones.
8. ALOT of Agatha Christie books...(well like 5 from my parents and 3 from my friend = 8 and + that i have a total of 12. :P)
9. A coffee 'Coke' mug!
And my friend, Anna, got me a Sgt. Peppers album! (Thanks!)
Hope you girls, Erika, Anna, Ali, and Sarah, had a wonderful christmas!
(Will probably post pictures, but later.)
24 December 2011
New Background!
Beatles, Andy Griffith(and team), I Love Lucy, and Frank Sinatra
;) Happy Birthday Jesus!
Happy Xmas!
Peace and Love
Second time played on K-Luv, Thanks John Summers!
Yes i love this version...no but its one of the ones i fancy! haha ;)
Christmas Time is Here Again
Merry Christmas
From:
1. Paul McCartney and Wings
2. Frank Sinatra
3. Brad Paisley
4. Elviz Presley
Happy Christmas! <3
Some Christmas Songs i Like!
19 December 2011
12 December 2011
I Play Rhythm Guitar and Mouth Organ!! hahaha
Good going Anna! ;)
10 December 2011
Taking the Long Way Home
by
Me
PROLGUE
James Cavendish was born in a wealth type house in America, during the late 40s. 1943 to be exact, but he never got to experience war growing up. James was the youngest son of Alfred and Lily Cavendish. He had one older sister, Lillian, who was 3 years older.
James’s life was not the best, compared to everyone else’s, so he thought. His parents cared for his sister more then him. He grew up with her bragging on him all the time, even when he didn’t do anything. His father was out of the house all the time, came back late at night, around 10. His mother was severe, Lillian would scream out for no reason and Mrs. Cavendish would punish James.
When James was in trouble, or wanted to get away from his family, he would run off to his ‘fort’ or lock himself in his room. One day when he was sitting and leaning against a tree, a boy came up to him. He looked about James’s age, but a little younger.
09 December 2011
In My Room
I felt like doing this...so enjoy...
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I went to my room, and sat on my bed waiting for him. I stared at the wall each day until he came home. But knowing he will never come back, i was lost in hope. If that is the way to put it.
I now seem to live in the past, thinking back to what fun times we had, when he made me his bride. Our picture was by the side of my bed, i looked at it and smiled.
'I love you.' I said and sat it back down, as i had picked it up.
I went over to the window and looked out expecting him to arrive any minute. But every night, and i mean every night, i remember he is never returning. He has gone to be with the Lord.
A tear rolls down my cheek as i back away from the window and hit the bed. I remember how he used to hold me whenever i cried, now he wasn't here to do it. He was not here to even give me a kiss or eat my dinner, or read a few chapters to me.
Why'd it had to end this way? Why'd he have to be a member of Scotland Yard? I knew i should of told him to quit but it was his dream, and i didn't want it to be taken away.
I looked over to the blue tinted vase, which held the flowers he had given me just a day before he died.
Dreams came to me, of the criminal who had murdered my husband. He chased me every where i went, didn't let me rest. I finally woke up and was afraid to fall asleep.
'I wont die' I tell myself, then fall asleep.
I hate how lonely I felt, all alone without a soul to talk to. But i knew i was not alone, and i knew one day i would see him again.
~Story taken from Nancy Sinatra's "In My Room"
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I went to my room, and sat on my bed waiting for him. I stared at the wall each day until he came home. But knowing he will never come back, i was lost in hope. If that is the way to put it.
I now seem to live in the past, thinking back to what fun times we had, when he made me his bride. Our picture was by the side of my bed, i looked at it and smiled.
'I love you.' I said and sat it back down, as i had picked it up.
I went over to the window and looked out expecting him to arrive any minute. But every night, and i mean every night, i remember he is never returning. He has gone to be with the Lord.
A tear rolls down my cheek as i back away from the window and hit the bed. I remember how he used to hold me whenever i cried, now he wasn't here to do it. He was not here to even give me a kiss or eat my dinner, or read a few chapters to me.
Why'd it had to end this way? Why'd he have to be a member of Scotland Yard? I knew i should of told him to quit but it was his dream, and i didn't want it to be taken away.
I looked over to the blue tinted vase, which held the flowers he had given me just a day before he died.
Dreams came to me, of the criminal who had murdered my husband. He chased me every where i went, didn't let me rest. I finally woke up and was afraid to fall asleep.
'I wont die' I tell myself, then fall asleep.
I hate how lonely I felt, all alone without a soul to talk to. But i knew i was not alone, and i knew one day i would see him again.
~Story taken from Nancy Sinatra's "In My Room"
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