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This site wont let me enbed, but the video is amazing. 
www.wimp.com/treelife/

I'm loving this website also.

And this one is just awesome.  I want to learn how to play those upright instruments.  They look fun
Also whatever that tuba/organ instrument is.
www.wimp.com/mariotheme/

Seriously I want this show in the U.S.
www.wimp.com/shaheenjafargholi/


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Well embed is turned off.  But I haven't laughed that hard in a long long time.  My side hurts

www.youtube.com/watch

Must watch it



I am amazed
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I am sad.  Chris Cornell's new album is horrid.  =/
Timbaland needs to back the fuck off my favorite musician.

Bring back Sweet Euphoria Chris...bring it back

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I am crying my eyes out.

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I am supposed to be at my grandmother's right now. I just don't have the energy to get up and get ready.

I love this song and have been listening to it for a while but it fits now it seems.

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After a year of my grandfather fighting to breathe, he finally stopped today.

In a pretty hilarious moment and to show his stubborness he tried to escape the hospital this morning. Twice.

He actually waited for his nurse to go admit another patient, pulled his vent tube out and started hauling butt towards the door.  After they restrained him, he found a way out and ran for the door again. 

The last escape lead to a code. The Doctor could not get his heart going again. Since my mom has been a nurse there for quite some time...they closed the whole unit. My dad came and got me from work. I just refused to see him. I held on to everyone that needed a hug and someone to cry with, I just can't bear to look at a man I know was alive just a few days ago. Rips my heart right in half.

Just call me wheezy
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My grandfather went into the hospital this week.  He went to the doctor to check on a chest pain and they said he needed to check into the hospital because his pneumonia was now in both lungs.  My grandmother was pulling the car around, while my mother waited with him.  He stood up to use the restroom and made it to the door and fell to the ground.  Mom had to perform CPR to get his heart going again.  I wasn't told this until the next day.  (Which by the way my mom had an episode over last night when we were watching House.  I thought she was going to have a panic attack.  She'll probably always react that way from now on.  It's not very often you have to do that to someone you love)

Now fast forward to Christmas morning.  He pulled his Vent tube out and they have him on a CPAP machine to force air into his lungs. 

Last night.  I might be selfish and come off as a horrid bitch for this, but I don't know what to say to someone in a hospital bed.  I was pushed to his side and told to say something.  What to say?  It'll be ok?  I don't know that.  I don't handle things like that well.  I barely spoke with the man to begin with.  Papa and I have an understanding.  We sit in a room and watch History channel for hours with out saying a word.  It's what we do.  

So I touched his arm and smiled because I have no clue what to say to a man who hasn't spoken to me more than a few hours if you combine it all.  Hell I wouldn't know what to say if my dad was the one in the bed.  "That's what you get for smoking all your life" Sassy me!

One of my favorite friends of my grandmother passed away this morning.  He had a goat.  And for some reason always gave me chocolate covered cherries.  Which I would force down (with much pain mind you).  That flavor will be associated with him always.  Just like raisinets and bubblicious bubble gum are associated with my grandfather billy.  But still he was an awesome man. 

I just hope everyone stays healthy and happy.  And new baby Hamilton gets here soon.  I'll be an Aunt!  I'm excited.

My lungs are working right now.  That's a plus

Saw this article...depressing and joyous all in one
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Posted: 12:26 PM ET

NEW YORK–YES WE DID!, I wrote in giant letters on my Facebook page on election night, tears in my eyes as I watched Barack Obama’s inspiring acceptance speech. Every moment of it was so moving. And when I heard my African-American friends talk about the symbolism of this day, that they can look into their children’s eyes and honestly say that we are all now truly equal, as a lifelong civil rights activist, I thought, it has happened. We have arrived. We shall overcome, TODAY.

In Session anchor Lisa Bloom

Then I remembered my gay friends, who faced ugly ballot measures in four states. The California Supreme Court just last May issued a landmark ruling that gay people were entitled to equal marriage rights. My mother, Gloria Allred, was one of the lead attorneys in that case.

I remembered Del Martin and Phyllis Lyons, together for 55 years, who were the first couple married after that decision, one in a wheelchair, the other walking slowly to the altar. “At our age,” they said, “we don’t have the luxury of time.”

I remembered that on the day of that decision, citizens of San Francisco’s Castro District took down their rainbow flags and flew American flags. “For the first time in my life,” they told me, “I feel like a full citizen. I can tell my children that in the eyes of the law I am just as worthy as anyone else.”

I remembered riding in Santa Monica’s gay pride parade alongside my mother in June, getting mobbed by thousands of ordinary people who were grateful that she had won for them the extraordinary privilege of simple respect.

Symbolism matters to disenfranchised people in a way that is hard to explain to those of us who always knew we could be anything we want to be in America. Forget president. Gay people can’t even be spouses, though Britney Spears could have her umpteenth marriage tomorrow just by stumbling into a quickie Vegas chapel. Scott Peterson has the legal right to marry on death row after murdering his wife and unborn child.

No matter how undeserved, straight people never lose the right to marry; no matter how worthy, gay people cannot earn it. Except in Massachusetts and Connecticut which, bless them, seem to be sticking to their pro-gay marriage court rulings.

On November 4, the legality of gay marriage was on the ballots in Florida, California and Arizona. Voters in Florida and Arizona passed similar measures specifying that only marriage between one man and one woman will be recognized in those states.

It looks like California voters have amended the state constitution to, for the first time, take away constitutional rights granted by the courts. Arkansas voters banned gay people from becoming adoptive or foster parents. For gay people, it’s a return to the back of the bus. Especially for millions of gay Californians, this lurch backwards is a kick in the gut, because they had enjoyed six months of marriage equality. They had thought their time had come.

And so my celebration of Obama’s sweeping electoral victory is tempered by the reality that not all of us are considered equal in this country, not here, not yet. How sad that at this great moment of inclusiveness in American history, gay people are left behind.

To my gay brothers and sisters, friends, neighbors and coworkers, I say, you are not forgotten. Keep fighting. Decent people stand with you. To gay teens I say, hold your heads high. To elderly gay folks I say, my heart breaks that you must continue to wait for the rights, the respect and common decency that should be yours now.

Obama’s victory is transcendent, but can we still do more to include every American in the protection of our laws? Yes, we can.

–Lisa Bloom, In Session anchor


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