Top Five Things You Don't Do In A Duplex
5) You don't have parties at 2 am with drunk boyfriend (s)
4) You don't allow your mother access to your side of the duplex at all hours of the day and night.
3) You don't hammer nails into your neighbor's wall at 11 at night....
2) You don't decide to miraculously slam at door in the middle of the night.
and the number one thing you don't do in a duplex.....
1) You don't have loud sex in the middle of the day when you know your neighbor's home.....
What a wonderful neighbor we have. I think Sara and I are ready for our own place now, don't you think? I can't wait. Of course, we don't have much patience right now with this place. But whatever. We finally are catching up and getting back on our feet. I really love my job and can't wait to keep moving up. I think that God has really big plans for us and I can't wait to see Him make the move.Until then, we must avail to the annoyance of a loud neighbor, yet again.
Another Survivor...how could Dave not be gone? I mean, seriously, his annoying tactics of "leadership" really got on my nerves. Of course, it's just a game. Still, it would be nice to see him go home because I think he's anything but a winner in my book.
CSI...how could you miss this episode? I am sure everyone was in tears and on the edge of their seats when it came on and went off. Of course, you have to watch it to know what happened...I am not going to spoil it.
Oh, if you are reading this, please go to Sara's Myspace... we need some feed back on the honeymoon pictures and the pictures of the kids. Come on, you have plenty of time to read this, you have plenty of time to see those. ;)
As far as getting out of debt, we made a ding to the student loan which is nice...maybe we can actually pay towards the principal now. I have to say, I will be glad when it's done.
Well, to end a good blog I have to give you a quote.
"Before one leads, one must serve."
2 comments:
You know I love visiting you..DIdnt like either one of them tonight on Survivor. This could get really good especially Mr Sneaky boy who knows about the hidden thing
In our apartment in Atlanta, Val and I were flabbergasted daily by the goings on upstairs. All times of the day it seemed someone was there. How many people could live in one place? We could hear one of the girlfriends yelling so much that you could understand the conversation, and when one of the guys would exercise at 11 p.m. over our living room, we could see the ceiling bounce underneath him. Of course, calls to management did nothing. And this was a very nice complex that charged a lot of dough and supposedly bragged about security and peace.
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