OK so here is the Situation.

Renee and I are moving. End of the month. I have a 17 foot truck rented. I have a dolly, for that Damn acursed TV. What I LACK, is Bodies to assist in said moving. I need lifters, movers, no shakers though, Strong backs and thirsty appetites. We will supply food stuffs and cold bevies of the Weave-making and non-weaving kind. I have confirmation from Sanity, who is apparently bring DJ Johnny Angel with him, and 2 other friends of mine. I also believe we will have Der Tall Man as well, once he is off work.

Anyone else that can help, we would REALLY appreciate it.

Raz

Ok so there is going to be as many people as we have informed about this heading to the Ledge grounds for approx. 2 - 2:30 - 3 - 3:30... pm on SATURDAY MAY 30th. If you have not been informed and feel so inclined, get your ass there. There will be chalk, bubbles, kids, swimming, foods, sunbathing, lazing about, tall people, short people, if it is allowed in decent public, it will be there*.

Probable location is north west corner, near the big circular area thing, or just wander around until you find some people you wish to make friends with / annoy.

Cheers!


*may or may not include hawt lezbeans and romantical ideas, will probably include staring at men and women (possibly aforementioned hawt lezbeans) in various stages of undress.

Dear Visa,

I do not personally own a credit card, as I believe them to be the bane of moneys existence. My girl does have one though. Unfortunately. It is because of this fact that I write this letter to you today. The reason for this letter is simple.


FUCK OFF AND DIE!!!!!

If you don't stop taking money out of her account and FUCKING me over for my car insurance, rent, car payment, and anything else you snot nosed ignorant assholes want, I will find the nearest Visa building, acquire some C-4 or high-grade Explosives, enter the sewers below your building and BURY YOU and your fucking Credit cards up to your self-important, self-serving necks in said explosives. I think you can guess what I would do after that. It goes a little something like *Click*.

If this continues after that I shall file a formal complaint to your HR department, stating that you do not have any Common sense nor do you have any morals. Also you will have fewer Buildings shortly.

Now I am normally a nice, pleasant guy. My friends will attest to that (or I will stab them with forks). However, if you mess with my family, my friends, or my finances, I WILL RAPE YOUR FACE!.. and then I will drink your milkshake.

Yours menacingly,

Raz

I hate you robberbob...

Current Music: yes, that same song...

Ok, Tall_man, JL_Williams and Robborbob. This is for you's.





Yes... You have been.

It's been about 2 months or more since I posted. How many of you forgot about me? So what have I been up to these last few months.

1. My hernia is probably the most dominant thing I have been dealing with. Many of you know the pain I am in, due to being around me or hearing about it from Sabine. Due to it, I spent a little time in the hospital, nothing huge, just 8 hours. I go in for a follow-up with my family doctor today at 11:45. Hope all goes well. Got more than one thing to talk to him about, like the posibility of internal bleeding. There have been a few questions raised in my head and in Sabine's due to this whole thing. First, once I go in for Surgery, how long will I be off work? Second, if I am off work for an extended period of time, can I afford to continue living where I am? In all honesty folks, I am very scared right now. Problem is I have to wait it out.

ok lighter stuff now.

2. Our D&D campaign run by AmithystDragon and LishaKatz is reaching the Uber stage, OMG Buffs, OMG Equipment, OMG SPELLS!!! Robborbob knows the system scarily well, and is making use of that knowledge rather well (he used "Trap the Soul" on a god and the god basically said "ok sounds good"... Wha.. How.. you...huh?) Lisha is still our Uber-Boomstick, with ever increasing Boom. Our fighter just got an armour and weapons makeover. As for me, I just reworked my spells and got a shiny new amulet. Oh and we all just got our stats increased by 5 or to 18, which ever came first. OMG wow.

3. Sabine's schooling goes well, no real problems or *epiphanys* yet (Thanks for that one hun).

4. I like making lists of 5.

So thank you all for listening to me. I know it's been a while since I said anything on here but, well, I thought I needed to say something.

Later All

Current Location: Omw to doc's
Current Mood: scared
Current Music: Fare thee well love - Rankins

So I am supposed to go to Calgary this weekend for my mothers 4.5 Year Delayed buriel. I recieved an E-mail from my sister here in Edmonton a while ago saying she has everything all planned out and everyone is going to be there on the 13th. There is going to be a Bar-B-Q because of the cancellation of our Family Golf Tourney this year. Merryment to ensue. I got a new E-mail today. Trip canceled due to Sister in Calgary not being there as Plans were never mentioned to her. *You see the lines of Comunication going the other way here, right?* Fun. So I now have all weekend to myself basically.

That was part one of the 1 - 2 punch.

Checked facebook and was goofing around on Imperial galaxy when I accidently pressed the Home button. Though "oh well, let's see who else has changed their personal ' what I'm up to ' phrase", only to find that My nephew had "phrased". I took one look at the phrase and immediatly headed for the phone, and that is about the last thing I remember until I came downstairs. Don't quite know when I went upstairs, or remember the conversation right now, but it was not a good one.

Now as some of you know, I had 2 dogs. Daschounds to be exact. You might know them as Wiener Dogs. 4 foot long, 1 inch high dogs. yeah them. My mothers one was Kriket, who died a few years ago when she was run over by another nephew's truck *He felt like Shit for Weeks*. Mine was Spicy.

Only thing my sister could come up with is that it must have been Coyotes. I'm not going to go into detail here. I can't handle it. Short story is broken neck and no pain. I now have nothing to remind me of my mother except Memories and a plate she made in grade school, back in England and it's over 70 years old.

Needless to say I am not well, I will not be well for a while, but I will get by and I will get better. I have Sabine. I love her with all my heart, with every bit of who I am. I am going to go up to bed now, curl up in her arms of the Woman I love, and cry myself to sleep.

Brian

Current Mood: crushed
Current Music: Amazing Grace

Never let it be said that Sabine is not fit to be a parent, to my face.

and now for back story...

Woke up this morning in a very angry mood. I told Sabine about said dream. Now I tell you.

Sitting at home, looking into Cupboard, watching T.V. (Don't ask why the T.V. was in the cupboard. I don't know and it was my dream.) The short of it was that I was watching a group of Psychologists discuss whether or not Sabine was a good parent or not, Her Ex husband leading the charge against her, his dad right beside him. Short story - Stuff that COULD NOT happen, Did NOT happen and WOULD not happen was Believed by this group of Nitwits, even going so far to say that I was influenced by her Inability to be a decent Human being, let alone a Parent. *SNAP* Grabbed my Keys from Sabine, Went to car, Grabbed my work hammer, and went hunting for these people. It didn't end well for them. At all....

So don't, for your sake, Ever say that Sabine is not fit to be a parent.

Luvs,

Raz

I, on friday, will start my second job. I am going to... Wait for it... Work for EB Games. Yes.. another one of us has fallen victim to the claws of teh Robberbob. Only stipulation is that I can not work the same times as Sabine. Which makes for interesting travel arrangements.

I work, she doesn't. She works, I don't.

Commuting is going to suck.