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[Sep. 22nd, 2010|03:03 pm] |
Wow, I got bitten today. Apparently that one REALLY wanted to stick around.
I wonder if anyone wants to go to the carnival with me! I found one, it's got fun rides and stupidly bad-for-you food! |
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[Aug. 24th, 2010|06:49 pm] |
I'm going stircrazy. Someone needs to come shoot something with me before I go all Amityville Horror. |
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[Aug. 16th, 2010|08:26 pm] |
Note to self: do not surprise youngest daughter with lunch at her place of work. I've seen some freaky nasty shit in my life, but ugh, the insides of people are... ugh, ew ew ew.
Anniegirl, you'd better be doing something normal. |
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[Aug. 7th, 2010|04:19 pm] |
First time in a bit I've felt like proper cooking. I might as well invite people. Annorah, Danielle, Robbie, Torii, Ceevee, Sam & Anne, Aidan, Alex, et cetera.
( Dean ) |
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[Aug. 5th, 2010|12:37 am] |
Going on a road trip to don't-know-where, just going to take the car and the bestie and get lost for a while. (I was going to take the bike, but I'd rather not have two sets of sore legs around.)
Have my cell if you need me. |
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[Jul. 21st, 2010|07:41 pm] |
I woke up this morning in my flat and was promptly assailed by a large tornado. It appeared to set me down in my flat again. However, upon arriving at my company, I discovered that my things and my nameplate were in my own Vice-President's office. The incompetent twat was in my chair. CEO of my company. As in, not me.
While that is going to be taken care of very quickly, I would like an explanation for the tornado, given that something is obviously amiss. |
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[Jul. 13th, 2010|12:14 pm] |
Dean. |
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[Jul. 4th, 2010|06:56 pm] |
Thank you meat gods.
Now I nap. |
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[Jun. 30th, 2010|08:55 am] |
Day one.
Fuckity fuck. |
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[Jun. 22nd, 2010|08:02 pm] |
What the hell is a chat roulette and why does my son want to put his wedding on it? |
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[Jun. 14th, 2010|11:47 pm] |
Figured I'd apologise if anyone was looking for me. Went to this little place near Oklahoma City to work on my pool hustling. Did better than I thought until I had to break some fuckhead's jaw for squeezing my boob. No, Daddy, he didn't call the cops or whatever, he was too busy crying about getting his ass kicked by a girl.
I'll be home for a while. Need to go ice my fucking hand. |
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[Jun. 12th, 2010|08:21 pm] |
( Sammy. ) |
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[Jun. 12th, 2010|02:39 am] |
I was packing up Henry's trip bag for his big adventure out in the woods with Teague and the brood and I happened up on something pretty fuckin' hilarious.
Now, I don't know what kind of harrowing circumstance resulting in a lawsuit preceded the beach towel company to do this, but I shit you not, the thing said on the tag, "Not for use with children 3 and under."
Now all I've got to think about while keeping the shop tonight is all these crazy incidents a three year old could get into with a damn beach towel. |
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[Jun. 11th, 2010|12:36 am] |
This is way too damn weird for me. This isn't my home, I'm WAY too tangible, and I'm pretty sure I'm looking at the Big Ben.
Whoever's on the other end, I need some help. |
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[Jun. 6th, 2010|08:35 pm] |
( Sammy. ) |
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[Jun. 6th, 2010|12:35 am] |
Daddy, I told you, I quit playing Farmville. Leemee alone already. |
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[Jun. 5th, 2010|07:50 pm] |
I got a new car~! It's tiny! I've been driving it around Dad's living room. (On the hardwood, Mum.) |
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[Jun. 2nd, 2010|01:36 pm] |
Hey, Bela. Upstairs. |
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[May. 29th, 2010|01:06 pm] |
You know what happens when you give a toddler Pop Rocks? Fuckin' hilarity, that's what. Robbie, you're a spazz. |
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[May. 10th, 2010|07:25 pm] |
( ooc )
Good lord. Not only do we have a gloriously bollocksed general election, but now we've got the possibility of the schools secretary becoming the new PM.
His name happens to be Edward Balls.
I can hear the Americans laughing now. Namely because my husband will likely be one of them. |
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[May. 6th, 2010|08:00 pm] |
You know, I just realized I've been here forever and nothing that bad has happened to me and mine. It's not half bad, really. Honestly, the worst thing to happen recently was Pam Anderson getting booted off that dancing show. Mmm, Pam Anderson.
I hope I didn't just shoot myself in the foot in the eyes of the Good Luck Fairy. |
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[Mar. 28th, 2010|07:46 pm] |
( Daddy ) |
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[Mar. 28th, 2010|08:47 am] |
I love stupid blokes that think I'm some kind of grease-bunny. Batting my eyes and then rigging the engine block out of their car by my little ol' self always makes their brains shut down and their tackle crawl back into their bodies.
Sure it's petty of me, but there's only so much baby talk a bird can handle. |
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[Mar. 28th, 2010|07:48 am] |
Surprise! I'm a licensed driver.
I passed my test! Kinda.
Dean... can I borrow your car now?
Kitt... come let me practice more.
Sam... let's celebrate. |
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[Mar. 12th, 2010|09:30 pm] |
So much to do, so much to do! Only a little more time to prepare! |
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[Mar. 11th, 2010|01:39 pm] |
Oh hey, this place again.
Been a while, Oz. How you been? |
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[Mar. 9th, 2010|07:45 pm] |
Does anybody mind telling me what the hell just happened here? Also what happened to all the goddamn zombies?
And where the hell can I get a Twinkie in goddamn England? |
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[Mar. 8th, 2010|08:47 am] |
Bela! We should get lunch soon. I have secret schemes that I need to share with you.
Dean? Eyes closed, fingers in ears, go lalalalala, please. |
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[Feb. 16th, 2010|08:19 pm] |
Dear Everyone,
I offer apologies to the master's wife, her account was the only one open. I have notes to send.
- to Miss Annie's male friend, you are very kind. No one has gotten me a present before.
- to young Master's friend Soren and to Miss Dani, why have you not come around? Your hair is so nice.
- to Master, why have you not stopped lying on your back for hours? Are there monsters I should know of?
- to a Miss CEEVEE, young Master says you belong to him. I would like to meet you.
- to Master Turner, master's wife tells me you have moved away from your house. Why?
Please reply. PRINCESS |
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[Feb. 15th, 2010|12:16 am] |
OKAY GUYS. Rally up, we've got work to do.
Cassidy (and your spouses 'cause I know they'll go anyway) - You're from England, you get all the weird half price British candy.
Robbie, Annie, Dani - You guys know the States well enough, you hit all of the specialty candy stores.
Anyone else: drugstores for even cheaper cheap candy.
MOVE MOVE MOVE. THE SUPPLIES WILL ONLY LAST SO LONG.
And I'm not getting out of bed. I don't think I can, anyway. So I can't help you out this year. |
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[Feb. 10th, 2010|10:31 am] |
Dear People of New York Who Are The Sort To Throw Snowballs:
Advisory. Make certain they do not contain rocks or especially hard pieces of ice. If they do, and you use one to strike a British lady on the forehead, you have no one but yourself to blame if you are either struck in kind, or somehow "accidentally" trip face first into a snowbank. It's quite simple to take down some teenaged bastard who isn't looking where he's going. That is all.
(Yes, Dean, I'm completely fine aside from the bruise.) |
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[Feb. 8th, 2010|10:58 pm] |
Hey Uncle Dean? I was wondering if you'd help me find another car. Mine didn't come with me, and I'm damn pissed about it. |
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[Feb. 7th, 2010|01:38 pm] |
You know, I completely forgot, in all this hubbub to announce something of GREAT IMPORTANCE.
SUPER BOWL PARTY. MY HOUSE. TODAY.
Kickoff time is in about three hours but you don't have to be a fan of football to enjoy the festivities. We've got food of all sorts, music playing in the other room, hot and cold non-alco drinks (BYOB, guys), and a whole crapload of fun.
BE THERE OR LOSE OUT ON BRENDA'S JAMBALAYA. |
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[Feb. 2nd, 2010|09:59 pm] |
( Dean? ) |
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[Feb. 1st, 2010|05:29 am] |
Might as well let you all know, since I don't know who all's befriended him, thus cannot lock to specific parties...
Cassidy's in the hospital. He got hit by a car while on a walk. He's got a broken hipbone, some damage to his femur and lower back, and a nasty concussion. They did what they could to repair his hip, but it's unlikely that he'll be upwardly mobile any time in the near future.
Visiting hours for [Hospital] are [times], but when he's not knocked out from the IV, he'll be checking the thread, probably.
For those of you who got him this down in the first place, I've only one thing to say to you.
Shame on you. |
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