Allan Smith

Not that I knew Allan well, cousins by marriage, he was what you think of when you think of the east coast. The epitome of a true maritimer, , a character, a good soul. The first of our generation sadly. He will be missed and remembered.

Allan Michael Smith (October 23, 1958 - October 18, 2011)  Smith, Allan Michael – 52 of Dartmouth, passed away October 18, 2011 after a brief battle with cancer. He was born Oct 23, 1958 in Halifax, NS. He was the son of John and Isabel (Gilliss) Smith. Allan worked as a longshoreman local 269 from 1974 to 2011. Allan had many passions: his dog Stoker, Eastern Passage, his boat house, his antique bottle collecting, Kings Wharf, and salvaging. He took it upon himself to help maintain Sullivans pond and look after the geese there (He was also known as “The Goose Whisperer”). He spent many hours cleaning the beachers on MacNabs Island, shovelling grain spills at the waterfront and donating it to both Hope for Wildlife, and the Shubienacadie Wildlife park. He loved Halifax and Dartmouth and it's history. Allan is predeased by grandparents Sarah and Fred Smith, and Freda and William Gilliss. He is survived by his daughter Sarah whom he dearly loved and was very proud of, friends Connie Donavan and children Becky, Dylan, and Destiny. Sisters Judy (Mark, Emily and Julia Nickerson - Hubley), Christa (Rick Eddy - Mahone Bay), Donna (Mike, Bradley, Bryan, Evan Rafuse - Prospect), Angela (Jon, Laura Griffin – Dartmouth), and many loving aunts, uncles and cousins. Cremation has already taken place. At Allan's request a family only memorial will be held at a later date. We would like to thank his family, and many friends who visited him and lifted his spirits during his illness. Special thanks to Joanne, and Barry and Alison, 7A Pallative Care Unit VG, Dr. P. MacIntyre, Dr. Stephanie Snow (Oncology) and Father Owen Connolly. Online condolences may be made by visiting Dartmouth Funeral Home website: www.dartmouthfuneralhome.ca. Donations in Allans name may be made to The Hope for Wildlife Society (www.hopeforwildlife.org) or at Dartmouth Veterinary Hospital, 61 Tacoma Drive, Dartmouth or to another charity of your choice.

Truth In Advertising Part 1.

There is no spoon Neo. I have yet to see someone on oxygen playing with a grandkid at the park. Surprised they haven't designed a backpack type oxygen tank, because that thing hanging off their shoulder will throw their balance off, they'll break a hip or cause spine or shoulder problems. Don't they know about ergonomics? 

Now Onto The Serious Stuff- You Will Be Missed Mr Jobs.

Lets Clear Up The Misunderstandings

Yes, Mr Bond, I am protecting my implants by having the ear protectors on the wrong way...or am I? 

I show off my manliness by throwing around a black belt that is handicapped. We gave him a roofie before we started. 

I am THE Man! If my chest does not impress you, I will Ramboise (Verb: Ram-bow-ize. 1. To put many holes in someone or something. 2. To make something non useful anymore. 3. Finale. 4. End. 

This is why Vlad the man amuses me. If you do not hear from me again, obviously Vlad does not have the same sense of humour I do, black as it is.  

I Obviously Don't Know How This Works....

Had someone say the link doesn't work....I hate when it shows up on my computer (obviously because I've watched it already, and doesn't show up on others- by the power of Steve Jobs I command you to work!)  Sad...I've started already, and yet he was one of my hero's, other than Superman, Batman, Spiderman, Wolverine, and Vladimir Putin. Why? Because he's funny. strange, kinda like me.
So lets try a couple links and you tell me which one works. Since I'm a internet/computer dunce.


this link.

Or this: http://youtu.be/OOpOhlGiRTM
Oh fer christ sakes, just look it up yourself then!
Jk, Jk. lol. lolcatz.

Sarah Steer When She Was Small....er.

Keeping It Simple For The Masses

What more do you need? It's Art for chrissakes! Stop your bitchin and buy somethin!