A Ravens Silent Grove

Friday, September 10, 2010

Sometimes . . .

I just have no ideas. Its not very flattering to want to write and there is nothing to put on paper. Now, I am only just writing whatever I happen to be thinking. There just isn’t much in my head at the moment.

I have to go to the office and explain to them that we still have roaches. We stared noticing them a few weeks ago and told the office. The bug guy that came just slapped down a hand full of traps and the some peanut butter like stuff. But we have noticed an increase of roaches over the last couple of days. There isn’t anything that we are doing out of the ordinary. We are not leaving food out. We throw that stuff away. We do recycle and we have to keep the bins in our bedroom because the office says that the outside trash bins look tacky . . . . outside . . . . where they are supposed to be. Anyway, the roaches are not coming after that. We always see them in our kitchen or our bathroom. The only think in either of those two rooms is cat food in the kitchen. I will say this much. We have had roaches before . . . and we have had the cat food left out. We were able to get rid of the roaches and we never removed the cat food. Lucky? Maybe. Possibly. But if these office idiots claim that we have roaches because of the cat food. . . I am going to throw my shoe at them.

Other than that, the White Raven and I had a great time yesterday. It was nice to go out and just enjoy each other company. We had dinner at the Olive Garden, went shopping and just peddle-footed around. Then we came home yesterday evening and watched a couple of movies on the couch. It was really nice to be able to just spend some time and just be with her.

Sometimes I just can’t take the time to spend with her. Both of our jobs have us working stupid hours so we see each other for maybe an hour or two at night and an hour in the mornings.

I think things might get better as far as our jobs are concerned. I am hoping for a job with Blizz . . . just waiting for that call. I figured that once I get the call, I might be able to find a way where I can spend more time with my wife, work for a company that I care about and respect, and make good money doing it.

So how about it blizz. . . ? Where is my job?

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