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[Jan. 28th, 2010|11:13 pm] |
Anne was playing with Aidan just now and he was giggling and laughing with her, and since he's starting saying "Mama" to her, we've been trying to teach him "Dada". He's real good at 'Mama' and he was cooing and 'ma ma ma ma-ing' at her like a champ. So she says, "Dada, look there's Dada!"
My kid? Stared at me and called me 'Dood'. |
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[Jan. 28th, 2010|03:07 pm] |
Mmmph. More than half convinced to purchase property here. City's a bit busy with the tennis tournament going on, but when it calms down? Owning a slice of heaven sounds lovely to me. I doubt Dean would argue even if I gave him the chance.
I've not heard of any dangerous rumblings coming from London lately, which is a good thing. I'll assume all is well. Now if you'll pardon me, I'll get back to my tanning. Facial in an hour. |
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[Jan. 25th, 2010|03:37 pm] |
While I'm here on my birthday present, does anybody need anything from Melbourne?
Kids, don't jack the house up too bad. Your mom doesn't like cleaning it. (Come on, like I was gonna do it.) |
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[Jan. 23rd, 2010|04:20 am] |
Okay... I save the world again and get banished to another dimension? This is so like me.
...this isn't the world without shrimp is it? |
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[Jan. 19th, 2010|10:55 am] |
Pray tell, husband, what would you like for your birthday? Besides the obvious. |
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[Jan. 16th, 2010|03:13 pm] |
Sweet mother of hell no.
Look, I know I said I was into extreme stuff, but Twister was never my kind of movie. Could someone tell me what the hell just happened? |
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[Jan. 11th, 2010|03:47 am] |
((Accidental voicepost, courtesy of his headset.))
Sheva? Come in, Sheva! Shit.
...Wait a minute. This isn't... what the hell is going on? If this is your idea of a joke, Wesker, it's already gotten old. |
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[Dec. 14th, 2009|01:33 am] |
So. If everyone tangentially related or soon to be related to the Winchester family (that includes Torii and any blokes you girls might currently be entangled with) could let me know where they're planning to spend their Christmas holiday, I'd be grateful. I did promise I would attempt to feed the entire crowd, though I make no promises about it actually being my cooking. Likely I'll kidnap and beg Marco Pierre White, if he exists in this world. At any rate. Roll call, please? |
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[Dec. 13th, 2009|08:31 pm] |
Aidan's going to be a year old, I can't believe it. |
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[Dec. 3rd, 2009|10:28 pm] |
John is gone again?
Honestly, I don't know if it's the vortex or the man, but something is wrong here.
Darling, if there's anything I can do, let me know.
[Locked to Dean]
And you. If there's anything I can do. |
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[Nov. 30th, 2009|12:12 am] |
Gonna go driving for a while.
( Bela. ) |
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[Nov. 29th, 2009|05:17 pm] |
Sam? Darling, with Aidan's birthday coming up, I was thinking a party at the palace?
We can do Christmas by the pool, too, and invite Dean and Bela and the kids. |
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[Nov. 13th, 2009|08:04 am] |
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[Oct. 22nd, 2009|09:19 pm] |
I'm still here. |
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[Oct. 3rd, 2009|11:17 am] |
( DEAN. ) |
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[Sep. 26th, 2009|11:49 pm] |
Dean was still in the shower when Bela snuck out to the Impala. Using his keys, she opened the door and laid a cassette tape in the player, leaving it halfway out so he would see it. She laid a note on the seat near the steering wheel - she knew he wasn't exactly a Carly Simon fan, but he could put up with it for four minutes. It said all the things she wasn't the sort to say, but he needed to hear anyway. She'd enclosed the lyrics.
( Nobody does it better ... ) |
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[Sep. 21st, 2009|09:23 pm] |
Anniegirl?
Do I get one phone call in jail? |
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[Sep. 20th, 2009|11:14 pm] |
Hey Dean, Dad, Bobby and Robbie...
Monday Night Football, tomorrow night. Wanna come here and watch in the theatre room?
Anyone else interested? |
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[Sep. 14th, 2009|08:37 pm] |
Does anyone want to play poker? |
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[Sep. 11th, 2009|02:06 am] |
i finally figured out how to type.
lucky for me, dean did not unlock this 'account'. ha. he is very funny, and has clever fingers for a human.
now i just have to - Oh, there we go. Proper punctuation suits much better.
Mister William Turner, I do believe you owe me an apology. And my new master, a visit. He calls me "Princess", as you may as well. |
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[Sep. 8th, 2009|04:17 pm] |
Hey, Bela. I just realized that you popped out Robbie a while ago, and since then, we've gotten like, two bonus teenagers and no alone time. Screw that, let's get out of here for a couple of days. |
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[Aug. 28th, 2009|04:46 pm] |
Happy birthday to meeeee~ |
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[Aug. 26th, 2009|01:54 pm] |
Would any of my boys like to go see a movie or do something touristy around London? I haven't seen much of it. I need to not be in the house. |
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[Aug. 20th, 2009|04:24 pm] |
Hey Dean? You want to go hang out at my house in Texas? We've got horses and cattle and a firing range, too. Maybe grill something later? |
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[Aug. 16th, 2009|12:10 am] |
So anyone who's been to the library, or is planning a visit, just keep an eye out for the new assistant librarian, her name's Thatcher. Didn't go in intending on a pup, but how could I say no to that face? |
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[Aug. 9th, 2009|08:58 pm] |
Figure now that I'm giving lessons, I might as well open up the library to general consumption, not all of it 'course, and not without appointment.
Name's Robert Singer, most folk call me Bobby, people in the know back home used to joke that the library at the Singer Salvage Yard rivaled the one in Vatican City. Don't know if that's true or not, since I've never been to the Vatican, but it's pretty extensive, be good research for people taking folklore classes or people who're just DIY about getting rid of house ghosts.
Anyone interested in taking a look around just drop me a line or give me a call [phone #] to set up an appointment. |
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[Aug. 4th, 2009|04:56 pm] |
So, apparently my birthday's coming up. It's on the calendar. I must have picked one when I was older, it's a good day to have a birthday, August 28th, end of summer, not into fall.
Guess this means I should start planning a party, huh? |
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[Jul. 31st, 2009|01:48 pm] |
I married one of those... what do you call them? Um... I can't think of the word, but Sam is definitely one.
He brought his computer on his honeymoon. I'm turning off the Palace wifi. |
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[Jul. 30th, 2009|10:29 pm] |
( Cassandra Cain )
So I'm told that bitches ain't shit.
I could use some verification on this. Are bitches shit? Are they hoes or, in fact, tricks?
I will investigate for science! |
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[Jul. 25th, 2009|08:39 am] |
Today's the day! This is it.
( Dean ) |
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[Jul. 20th, 2009|02:58 pm] |
Well that was weird.
Anyone want to tell me why I just had a damned tornado in my office? Ain't any sort of disturbance I've run across before. |
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[Jul. 19th, 2009|03:38 pm] |
Oh my god, oh my god! I found my car in the garage of the big house!
She's a 1979 blue Fiat Spider. No, Daddy, she's not a real muscle car, but she's MINE and I love her. You helped me put in a brand new 1995cc engine when we got her, and she runs like a dream.
This totally makes having to register for school soon okay. Though I don't quite know what to expect in the high schools around here. I'm guessing they haven't implemented the whole school-owned-laptops-for-everyone thing in London yet, huh. |
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[Jul. 14th, 2009|09:49 pm] |
Dean, honey? Can I come see you and Bela and the baby for a bit? |
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[Jul. 3rd, 2009|12:54 pm] |
Dean, oh sweetheart! How's Bela? Is she up for visitors? You were a huge baby, too, you know. Or at least it felt that way to me. I can't believe my boys have their own boys now. Oh, Dean. I'm so happy for you! And for Bela!
Kiss little Robbie for me, I'll be over whenever you and Bela say it's okay. |
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[Jul. 3rd, 2009|01:20 am] |
Dean. Dude.
You made a person. |
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[Jun. 25th, 2009|06:53 pm] |
Dean?
Hospital.
Now, please. |
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[Jun. 21st, 2009|01:18 pm] |
I have...two nieces and a nephew now. Semi-grown up nieces and a nephew.
Dean? You still breathing after all this? I mean, the irony of you having not one but TWO beautiful girls for daughters isn't lost on anyone. Especially me. And I'd probably be laughing at you, but for some reason I get the feeling that you weren't alone at the end of the driveway with the 12 gauge when boyfriends came to visit. |
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