Seventh Row Music

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We're definitely moving.
Start packing...

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I wish I was rich and had this kind of expendable income.  There's a guy in St. Louis who is carrying on the tradition of giving out $100 bills to people he deems in need.  I just read the article, got weepy, decided to post it, but can't find where I just was--how sad of me.  Anyway, can you just imagine?  There are so many people I would give money to.  So, so many.  But, I would ruin the 'Secret Santa' thing as I would just stand there and sob with them.  It would be more like, "Gift Giver Awkwardly Sobs with Recipients, Ambulance Called." 

http://secretsantaworld.net

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I'm thinking about either a) moving my blog to another host site or b) shutting it down entirely.

Spaces Live is becoming more and more difficult to navigate for both you and me.  And, people ask to be my "friends" on here, and then they post gross pictures of themselves or they show up in my address book, etc.  I'm too old to deal with this.

The selfish side of me enjoys blogging, though, if for no other reason than to simply have a record for myself. 

We may be moving to blogspot, gang.  We just may be moving...
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I have both my old red couch in the living room and the new couch in the living room.  There is hardly any room to walk.  The Salvation Army was supposed to come get the red one on the Tuesday before Thanksgiving.  They didn't.  I got back and rescheduled them for today.  When I called to see what time they would be here, they told me they had accidentally left me off the schedule.  So, now, I have two couches until Saturday--Saturday if I'm lucky.  If only we could walk through the living room, it would seem now would be the right time to invite lots of people over...plenty of seating.

At least the inmates came and picked up my armchair and ottoman from the curb.  I requested a recycle pick-up from the city for my chair and ottoman last Monday.  The lady told me to have them out on the curb before 6 a.m. the next morning and then they would be by to pick them up within one to three days.  I'm sure my neighbors were thrilled when no one showed up on Tuesday.  But, on Wednesday morning before I left for WV, I looked out the window and two men in orange t-shirts sporting the words "Inmate Worker" were throwing my chair and ottoman into the back of a Sheriff truck.  That part made me happy for my neighbors, too. 

If only the Salvation Army thing was working out this time as well...

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