Monday, August 31, 2009

You're Invited!


We're hosting a house warming party, and you're invited! Please stop by after 1pm on Sunday September 20th.

You can marvel at how cute our little house is, and how much work we have to do.

I'm not posting the address until after we move in. I don't want to advertise the emptiness of our little house. Suffice it to say that we're in East Oakland, just off of High Street. Stay tuned for further details.


gollygee said...

Wish I could go, but that's a bit of a hike! :D

Anonymous said...

Hm - It's not exactly right down the street from us, but we are there in spirit with our paint brushes in one hand, and a veggie burger in the other!


dianesteelequilts said...

Ohhh, we were afraid you'd pick a day when we're on the east coast. We'll just be coming back that day. Hopefully, we'll have a chance to see it in a future state of completion.

~~Doublesaj & Old Blue~~

Gina said...

Dang! You guys are forces of nature! I moved in a month ago today, officially and STILL am no where NEAR ready to have anyone over! Don't even have a decent place for anyone to sit! (Liam and I go all Japanese and plop on the floor until I can find a couch that fits.)

Wish I could be there to poke around and bring you baskets of wine and flowers and delightful things for your new home....can't wait to visit!


Anonymous said...

Dos everyone realise that this whole blog is in part a reaction to
a past relationship between Lisa and Michael Joseph Donlan, and then anpother relationship betweeen Michael Joseph Donlan and Robb Bauer? I don't mean to take anything away from Lisa's and Rob's venture, but, there has never been a injection of the past,nor how it has affected the present.
First of all, I above all others understand how it feels to be handicapped, and to constantly try to try to live a normal life. I have not ever had an advocate; I've never asked for one. To do so would be an insult to my (limiteted, yet perfectly valid) attempts to try to get my life together by myself. I have had two major T.B.I.'s, yet, nI have chosen not to have any one take over my recovery. My first T.B.I., I, when a group of young criminals beat my head in with a lead pipe resulting in three teflon orbital bone replacements and severe T.B.I. damage, that brought me to the U.M shock trauma triage, where my brother didn't even re3cognize me, and then cried because he looked at me, while I was paralzed, makes me think, that damage is ongoing, which is pretty much the reaon for your blog.
Sorry, Robb, I know, from reading your blog, that you have great sufferring, but it actually seems a good trade to me.
Dude, if we could, let's just imagine, I would exchange all my pain for yours, if it included a woman that stayed with me, after my violation.
Every day, I deal with cognitive stopagges. Everyday, I feel less than I am, but I do not have an advocate, or a blog.
Do you have any idea what it is like when you cannot even name a basic object?
I would rather spend years learning how to use my body than to be left in a field of unknown how to describe te experiences of knowledge that might be blocked from my conscioucness for an undermined time.
I would much rather prefer to not be able to walk well, than to be able to reason well.
Reason is what I battled, and overcame. I could help those in similar circumstances.

You will never be excused from breaking my heart. I made up the whole thing to let you cheat. I didn't really do shit, except lrt yopu think I was evil. I opened the field to you being with Rob.
Wow! How much did I fuck up?
But, within a week you loved me, uncondition ally, and a week later, you loved Robb unconditionally.
How can I seriously accept the validity of your feelings/
I am your true love of a past reality!

If you ever entered that arena, you would fall in love with me all over again!
You are a good woman, but you crave to be more! You also want to be a woman who followed her heart.
You still love me in a way.
Too bad. the mundanities will probably blind you to the truth.

You will remember.
There will be an unfinished businesss that will not die.

One day you will ask me for forgiveness, and I will ask the saame.


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