So, it looks like another year of kicking it in Europe for me, at least as far as I can tell. I talked to a local art museum and I'll be doing restorations and stuff for them on a sometimes basis. Working on my German a little more. Should be fun.

Hey Sherise? You take any pictures of that mural in your nursery?

I am in paint heaven. Fish and colour and everything. More later.

It took us some time to get back, but I'm here now. And I did a bad thing. I got my hands on JoRoy's album. I had to, it just... It was too much. I wish I could say it was hilarious, but it's not as bad as I thought it would be ( Read more... )

So I've been a little out of touch, so it took me a while to hear about young Mr. Roy leaving the family business to go into the music industry, but when I did, Freddy had a hard time containing me. Seriously. He's making hip-hop his career. For real ( Read more... )

So Freddy,
NOW who's counting the minutes, huh?

Yeah, I think I understand how frustrated you were with me when it was my turn to do that. Let's call it even.

So I decided to take this German class. If I'm going to live here I might as well speak what they speak, and I get on great with some of the kids on the team, so I think I'm catching on. I can do all the traveller's things, go to a pub (der Kneipe), order a beer (ich mochte ein Bier, bitte), ask for the bathroom (konnten Sie mir zu die nächste ( Read more... )

So I don't do the sappy Valentine thing, not even in picturesque little towns happily settled at the foot of the Alps that just scream "ROMANCE" at the top of thir snowy lungs. So instead, I bid you happy "50% off all the chocolate" day, today.

I personally think this holiday is much more worthwhile.

I'm still not talking about hockey. I'm making a point of it. And that's okay. You know why? Because I am out. of. here. I can't tell you why I'm leaving or where I'm going but fuck hockey for the rest of this year, and I'll start fresh in the fall. Maybe. I am a tired young goalie with a fine arts degree. There has got to be something ( Read more... )

I promised myself I wouldn't whine about the way Freddy's and my careers are headed at this stage. And I'm holding to that.

So, how about Christmas by the beach. I hear it's icy as all get-out back home. Do you miss me yet Chloe? Should I even dare showing my face back home? No. Thought not. We love you too.

So, it's been a little more than two weeks since my exile to the Gulf Coast.  And I had a huge long post about how much I really kidn of wanted to die ( Read more... )