Howdy. It's Anna. It's been a while since I've written anything. Mostly it's because everything is the same: crazy.
I have 5 more days at the elementary school and 6 more days at the high school. I still have 3 concerts (two elementary school ones and one high school one) where I'll get to direct some things. 1 more observation. My last observation was horrible! I could have died and may or may not have cried for a long time after it. It was that bad. But whatever. I'm almost done! Student teaching has kind of done a number to me. I'll probably end up working at Starbucks (if I'm lucky! :)
It sounds like the Versailles job probably isn't a possibility. Small town politics. Some lady whose husband was the band director for 30 year will most likely be offered the job. Awesome. But whatever. As the kindergartners say, "You get what you get and you don't throw a fit." Generally, it's in reference to some other kid screaming, "I want the BLUE ribbon!" but I still think the sentiment applies. I'll get what I get. :)
Well, I'm cutting this short because I'm getting really snotty and need to track down some Dayquil. Holding hands with the little guys gives you LOTS of colds, I've realized. Haha. I hope everyone is doing well. Miss you all like crazy. Have a great weekend!
Thursday, April 30, 2009
Wednesday, April 29, 2009
Wasting Time
Sorry I didn't post another incredibly meaningful and profound post yesterday. I know all my faithful readers dearly cherish these writings of mine.
I need to go find a copy of "Newsies" for Anna today. I guess she promised the freshmen they could watch it tomorrow. Apparently it gets her out of having to prepare anything at all tomorrow since the other choirs are going to state. It sounds like a great plan to me.
I watch a great deal of the foodnetwork and also Anthony Bourdain's travel channel show "No Reservations." Watching Bourdain has given me new insight into the foodnetwork, especially an episode he did dedicated to the eroticism of food. In one segment in particular, he explored the making of these stand and stir, in the kitchen cooking shows. He argued for the hidden eroticism in the preparation of the food and how it ultimately builds to the climax of the host(ess) taken a bite of the meal with all the appearance of pure ecstasy. Naturally now this is all I can think of this every time I watch one of these shows, and he's got a point. The creepy things is that the very very worst one of them all is the googly-eyed Robin Miller, who does the "Quick Fix Meals." She's supposed to be that everyday woman fixing dinner for her family after a long busy day. And then she reaches the end of the show and takes a bite, and if you closed your eyes, you'd swear someone had switched it over to a porno. Someone gag that woman.
Anna and I went to a program by her first and second graders last night. It almost turned into a disaster when I didn't pay attention and got on the wrong interstate. I was on the wrong side of Grand Rapids before I realized I was an idiot. Fortunately we didn't miss any of the program. There was a cute little baby in front of us that kept throwing things at the people in front of her. She absolutely nailed a girl in the back of the head with a cup. I can't really say whether the kids were good or bad or not. That's not really the point. As Anna said, the parents seem to think it's cuter when the kids get up there and mess it all up. All I know is that I could not handle that quantity of young children like that. You'd have to spend your whole time making sure they weren't misbehaving, and you'd never get anything done.
Howie has succeeded in confounding the automatic litter box again. Apparently he realizes that if he holds his pee as long as possible and then deposits it all in a strategic spot right at the front of the litter box, the motor doesn't have the horse power to force its way through it.
We're officially 100 days into the worst presidency this country has ever seen and, considering the way things are progressing, will ever see again. There will be no U.S. when Obama is done with it. Apocalypse, here we come.
I'm wearing my sky blue boxer briefs with horizontal white and black stripes.
I should take a shower and go to the store.
I need to brush my teeth.
I'm currently listening to some old school, pre-Weyandt, Zao. When I first got into heavy music I actually liked Reeder's vocals better than Weyandt's. I have no idea what I was thinking.
I'm still trying to come up with things to say because I really don't have the motivation to clean myself up and go to the store. But now that I've admitted that, I realized I should just get it done.
I need to go find a copy of "Newsies" for Anna today. I guess she promised the freshmen they could watch it tomorrow. Apparently it gets her out of having to prepare anything at all tomorrow since the other choirs are going to state. It sounds like a great plan to me.
I watch a great deal of the foodnetwork and also Anthony Bourdain's travel channel show "No Reservations." Watching Bourdain has given me new insight into the foodnetwork, especially an episode he did dedicated to the eroticism of food. In one segment in particular, he explored the making of these stand and stir, in the kitchen cooking shows. He argued for the hidden eroticism in the preparation of the food and how it ultimately builds to the climax of the host(ess) taken a bite of the meal with all the appearance of pure ecstasy. Naturally now this is all I can think of this every time I watch one of these shows, and he's got a point. The creepy things is that the very very worst one of them all is the googly-eyed Robin Miller, who does the "Quick Fix Meals." She's supposed to be that everyday woman fixing dinner for her family after a long busy day. And then she reaches the end of the show and takes a bite, and if you closed your eyes, you'd swear someone had switched it over to a porno. Someone gag that woman.
Anna and I went to a program by her first and second graders last night. It almost turned into a disaster when I didn't pay attention and got on the wrong interstate. I was on the wrong side of Grand Rapids before I realized I was an idiot. Fortunately we didn't miss any of the program. There was a cute little baby in front of us that kept throwing things at the people in front of her. She absolutely nailed a girl in the back of the head with a cup. I can't really say whether the kids were good or bad or not. That's not really the point. As Anna said, the parents seem to think it's cuter when the kids get up there and mess it all up. All I know is that I could not handle that quantity of young children like that. You'd have to spend your whole time making sure they weren't misbehaving, and you'd never get anything done.
Howie has succeeded in confounding the automatic litter box again. Apparently he realizes that if he holds his pee as long as possible and then deposits it all in a strategic spot right at the front of the litter box, the motor doesn't have the horse power to force its way through it.
We're officially 100 days into the worst presidency this country has ever seen and, considering the way things are progressing, will ever see again. There will be no U.S. when Obama is done with it. Apocalypse, here we come.
I'm wearing my sky blue boxer briefs with horizontal white and black stripes.
I should take a shower and go to the store.
I need to brush my teeth.
I'm currently listening to some old school, pre-Weyandt, Zao. When I first got into heavy music I actually liked Reeder's vocals better than Weyandt's. I have no idea what I was thinking.
I'm still trying to come up with things to say because I really don't have the motivation to clean myself up and go to the store. But now that I've admitted that, I realized I should just get it done.
Monday, April 27, 2009
My neck/shoulder hurts
We had dinner at the "clucks and fries place" (as Anna likes to refer to it) with a couple of Anna's music major friend type people last night. It was a good time. I had a guacamole bacon burger and way too many fries.
Anna's friends then came over and played with the kiddies. It was a good time.
I miss my friends who are not in Michigan anymore.
I'm currently doing laundry.
I'm not wearing underwear.
I need to put away the clothes that have already been washed and dried.
I attempted to fix the hanger rod thing in our closet last night. It looked like it was about to fall off. It's not permanently repaired now, but I know it will at least last until we are out of these apartments.
We're going to try to break our lease today. This should save us something like $2,500 in rent money.
I'm a week away from the new Zao and The Chariot albums. Time cannot move fast enough.
I'm not at all happy with the Broncos' draft. We took a running back with our first pick. We traded away a first round pick from next year just to move up a few spots for a questionable corner back in the second round. As I said on facebook, I'm now convinced that Josh McDaniels is just a strategic plant by Bill Belichick to destroy the Broncos from within.
Anna's friends then came over and played with the kiddies. It was a good time.
I miss my friends who are not in Michigan anymore.
I'm currently doing laundry.
I'm not wearing underwear.
I need to put away the clothes that have already been washed and dried.
I attempted to fix the hanger rod thing in our closet last night. It looked like it was about to fall off. It's not permanently repaired now, but I know it will at least last until we are out of these apartments.
We're going to try to break our lease today. This should save us something like $2,500 in rent money.
I'm a week away from the new Zao and The Chariot albums. Time cannot move fast enough.
I'm not at all happy with the Broncos' draft. We took a running back with our first pick. We traded away a first round pick from next year just to move up a few spots for a questionable corner back in the second round. As I said on facebook, I'm now convinced that Josh McDaniels is just a strategic plant by Bill Belichick to destroy the Broncos from within.
Saturday, April 25, 2009
Sky Blue Boxers
So a good friend of ours had her recital today. She's a flautist. Apparently flauting now includes spitting at the audience and beat-boxing, because she did this awesome song called "Zoom Tube" that was as much vocal percussion as it was playing the flute. And yes, like I said, it was awesome. The rest of the recital was very good as well, but that one piece stole the show.
Anna had a workshop thing this morning. I think she learned some stuff. She'll be a good teacher.
I'm wearing sky blue boxers.
The Broncos picked a running back with their first pick. Yes, these are the same Broncos that gave up points by the truckload last year. These are also the same Broncos that thought it would be ok to lose a franchise quarterback and replace him with a career backup. They thought it would be acceptable to draft a running back. These are the same Broncos that are something like seven running backs deep on the depth chart. I've already written off this coming season.
I've eaten nine donuts today. I really really want to make it ten.
It's been raining most of the day. I can still see the glow from the occasional flash of lightning out the window.
Anna might be getting sick. That blows.
It looks like the Rockies are going to lose again today.
I need to figure out how to invent the poopless cat.
Chief is hilarious.
I think I'll be an adult when I grow up.
Anna had a workshop thing this morning. I think she learned some stuff. She'll be a good teacher.
I'm wearing sky blue boxers.
The Broncos picked a running back with their first pick. Yes, these are the same Broncos that gave up points by the truckload last year. These are also the same Broncos that thought it would be ok to lose a franchise quarterback and replace him with a career backup. They thought it would be acceptable to draft a running back. These are the same Broncos that are something like seven running backs deep on the depth chart. I've already written off this coming season.
I've eaten nine donuts today. I really really want to make it ten.
It's been raining most of the day. I can still see the glow from the occasional flash of lightning out the window.
Anna might be getting sick. That blows.
It looks like the Rockies are going to lose again today.
I need to figure out how to invent the poopless cat.
Chief is hilarious.
I think I'll be an adult when I grow up.
Friday, April 24, 2009
Scream the Prayer
I know what I'm doing on my birthday this summer. I'm rocking. Project 86 just announced their summer tour plans. They are going to dominate the earth with the "Scream the Prayer" tour, which will include a July 4th stop in Indianapolis. You have no idea how excited I am. Then I realized that not only are they in Indy on my birthday, but they are in Louisville to start the whole tour. I can go to both freaking shows. Could it get any more awesome? Yes, yes, it does, because this tour includes The Chariot, Haste the Day, Oh Sleeper, and others. I'm going to need so much cash for merch.
I'm wearing my sexy burnt orange lycra boxer briefs.
I love my wife.
I'm going to go grab some chocolate milk and do some reading.
I'm wearing my sexy burnt orange lycra boxer briefs.
I love my wife.
I'm going to go grab some chocolate milk and do some reading.
Thursday, April 23, 2009
Bring the Noise!
"Picket Fence Cartel," the new album from Project 86 will drop July 14th. I want it now. Seriously, I need it now.
I really really have to use the bathroom.
Anna and I just listened to a senior recital from a very talented flautist.
It's Qdoba Thursday. I toast all my Qdoba Thursdaying friends.
The Rockies didn't play today, which just means their record didn't get any worse.
The NFL draft is Saturday. The Broncos are screwed. We have two first round picks and the consensus is that we'll take two defensive players. That's all well and good except for the fact that now we are as bad at quarterback as we are on defense. McDaniels, you will burn in hell for what you have done to our team.
I'm not sure how much longer I'll keep the beard.
I'm wearing sky blue boxer briefs with horizontal white and black stripes.
Chief is staring at me.
Anna got her hair cut. And by "haircut" I mean she got somewhere around four to six inches chopped off. She looks really cute. I'd go maul her except she hates me.
I really really have to use the bathroom.
Anna and I just listened to a senior recital from a very talented flautist.
It's Qdoba Thursday. I toast all my Qdoba Thursdaying friends.
The Rockies didn't play today, which just means their record didn't get any worse.
The NFL draft is Saturday. The Broncos are screwed. We have two first round picks and the consensus is that we'll take two defensive players. That's all well and good except for the fact that now we are as bad at quarterback as we are on defense. McDaniels, you will burn in hell for what you have done to our team.
I'm not sure how much longer I'll keep the beard.
I'm wearing sky blue boxer briefs with horizontal white and black stripes.
Chief is staring at me.
Anna got her hair cut. And by "haircut" I mean she got somewhere around four to six inches chopped off. She looks really cute. I'd go maul her except she hates me.
Wednesday, April 22, 2009
A Post About Stuff
So I feel rather accomplished today.
I finally got my diploma.
I finally sent in the job application for the apartment manager position.
And I finally put away the dishes.
I feel really restless today and exceedingly thirsty. Maybe it's the weather today. The last couple days have been really crummy, but today is much nicer.
The Rockies finally won a game last night. Helton hit his first homerun of the season. I hope that guy starts hitting consistently again. He's a good man, and I'd like to see him continue to have success.
I'm wearing an ancient pair of blue boxers, blue jeans, socks, and a camouflage superman t-shirt.
I'm currently listening to Project 86's "And the Rest Will Follow." It's such a great album to randomly scream the lyrics..."Doomsday stomp from the skies!!!!!!!!!!!!" "Off with your head!!!!!!!!!!!!" "My will be a dead man!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
So I was looking at facebook just now and saw this in the highlight section "'Breastfeeding' (The name of a girl I went to high school with) is a fan." The worst part is that I know she is serious. I'm tempted to become a fan just because I can't believe anyone ever made that a facebook page.
I'm still a week and a half away from the next Zao album. The wait is sickening. I'm praying that because I pre-ordered I might actually get it early. It's supposed to leave the warehouse five days before the official release date. That's not soon enough. I need new music now.
I keep forgetting to bring in the kitty-litter I have in the car.
My wife is really cute.
I'm drinking Coke at the moment. Mmm, stinky belches just for Jana.
Chief is currently sleeping on the couch. He's so much cuter when he is asleep.
I finally got my diploma.
I finally sent in the job application for the apartment manager position.
And I finally put away the dishes.
I feel really restless today and exceedingly thirsty. Maybe it's the weather today. The last couple days have been really crummy, but today is much nicer.
The Rockies finally won a game last night. Helton hit his first homerun of the season. I hope that guy starts hitting consistently again. He's a good man, and I'd like to see him continue to have success.
I'm wearing an ancient pair of blue boxers, blue jeans, socks, and a camouflage superman t-shirt.
I'm currently listening to Project 86's "And the Rest Will Follow." It's such a great album to randomly scream the lyrics..."Doomsday stomp from the skies!!!!!!!!!!!!" "Off with your head!!!!!!!!!!!!" "My will be a dead man!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
So I was looking at facebook just now and saw this in the highlight section "'Breastfeeding' (The name of a girl I went to high school with) is a fan." The worst part is that I know she is serious. I'm tempted to become a fan just because I can't believe anyone ever made that a facebook page.
I'm still a week and a half away from the next Zao album. The wait is sickening. I'm praying that because I pre-ordered I might actually get it early. It's supposed to leave the warehouse five days before the official release date. That's not soon enough. I need new music now.
I keep forgetting to bring in the kitty-litter I have in the car.
My wife is really cute.
I'm drinking Coke at the moment. Mmm, stinky belches just for Jana.
Chief is currently sleeping on the couch. He's so much cuter when he is asleep.
Monday, April 20, 2009
A Short Post
The Rockies' game just started. I bet they get blown out again.
I'm currently wearing grey boxers, socks, jeans, and a Blindside shirt.
Chief is sitting in my chair with me, clawing at my side.
Howard just pooped. It stinks so bad. Anna just walked in here and said "Howard, you're never allowed to poop again."
Speaking of poop related things. I've written before about our automatic litter box. Last week I switched out the motor and the rake for the old motor and rake. It hasn't gotten stuck since, but it does tend to fling poop over the end.
Chief just crawled inside the guinea pigs' cage.
I was going to come up with more useless information, but it's Anna's bedtime. So I'm going to go get a glass of chocolate milk and join her.
I'm currently wearing grey boxers, socks, jeans, and a Blindside shirt.
Chief is sitting in my chair with me, clawing at my side.
Howard just pooped. It stinks so bad. Anna just walked in here and said "Howard, you're never allowed to poop again."
Speaking of poop related things. I've written before about our automatic litter box. Last week I switched out the motor and the rake for the old motor and rake. It hasn't gotten stuck since, but it does tend to fling poop over the end.
Chief just crawled inside the guinea pigs' cage.
I was going to come up with more useless information, but it's Anna's bedtime. So I'm going to go get a glass of chocolate milk and join her.
Sunday, April 19, 2009
Things and Stuff
I am wearing underwear today. Today they happen to be blue boxers.
Apparently, Anna and I now have a tradition of getting Panera Bread bagels on Sunday morning. It started when Anna had a craving for some cinnamon bagels. So I got mix of mostly cinnamon bagels with a few cheese ones for me. Sadly, Anna tried the cheese ones and decided she likes them even more than the cinnamon ones. Now she eats all my cheese bagels.
A strange, rather crazy looking, cat visited our window yesterday. Anna and I were watching television only to be startled by what sounding like something falling and breaking. It turned out to be Howard in a window standoff with this strange cat. And I don't really have anything else to say about that.
The Rockies continue to lose. They gave up two homeruns to Manny Ramirez yesterday. I hope they bean him today.
My goal for the day is to take a shower.
Sometimes I forget how much good music I have. It's refreshing to occasionally dig deep into my musical vaults and pull out something I haven't headbanged to in years.
I saw a brilliant assessment on Twitter the other day. "If the straight community has an equivalent to the flamboyent "flaming" gay guys, it's guys who wear hockey jerseys and backwards baseball caps." And now I'm depressed that I hate hockey.
Anna has to lead her high school choir at a church tonight. This led to emergency dress suit shopping last night. I think we got a decent one. It was even 60% off.
I had a dream last night that my parents gave me a stand-mixer and a Microsoft Zune. I wonder what it means?
I'm not looking forward to the prospect of having to pack up this apartment and move. It's not that I'm attached to the place, but darn it all, I don't want to have to do that much cleaning and moving.
I'm wracking my brain trying to come up with stuff to tell you.
There's a cup on my desk. It always makes me sad to use dishes right after I've washed them.
There's a spray bottle on my desk in case Chief decides he wants to claw his way up onto my lap.
I'm going to mail Anna's job application for the Versailles job tomorrow. Hopefully it at least gets her an interview.
Apparently, Anna and I now have a tradition of getting Panera Bread bagels on Sunday morning. It started when Anna had a craving for some cinnamon bagels. So I got mix of mostly cinnamon bagels with a few cheese ones for me. Sadly, Anna tried the cheese ones and decided she likes them even more than the cinnamon ones. Now she eats all my cheese bagels.
A strange, rather crazy looking, cat visited our window yesterday. Anna and I were watching television only to be startled by what sounding like something falling and breaking. It turned out to be Howard in a window standoff with this strange cat. And I don't really have anything else to say about that.
The Rockies continue to lose. They gave up two homeruns to Manny Ramirez yesterday. I hope they bean him today.
My goal for the day is to take a shower.
Sometimes I forget how much good music I have. It's refreshing to occasionally dig deep into my musical vaults and pull out something I haven't headbanged to in years.
I saw a brilliant assessment on Twitter the other day. "If the straight community has an equivalent to the flamboyent "flaming" gay guys, it's guys who wear hockey jerseys and backwards baseball caps." And now I'm depressed that I hate hockey.
Anna has to lead her high school choir at a church tonight. This led to emergency dress suit shopping last night. I think we got a decent one. It was even 60% off.
I had a dream last night that my parents gave me a stand-mixer and a Microsoft Zune. I wonder what it means?
I'm not looking forward to the prospect of having to pack up this apartment and move. It's not that I'm attached to the place, but darn it all, I don't want to have to do that much cleaning and moving.
I'm wracking my brain trying to come up with stuff to tell you.
There's a cup on my desk. It always makes me sad to use dishes right after I've washed them.
There's a spray bottle on my desk in case Chief decides he wants to claw his way up onto my lap.
I'm going to mail Anna's job application for the Versailles job tomorrow. Hopefully it at least gets her an interview.
Friday, April 17, 2009
Belches, Baseball, and Bathing
Certain carbonated beverages give me the nastiest smelling belches. I'm usually good with clear drinks, but colas can do some funky the things. The worst though is Dr. Pepper. Plug your nose when I'm drinking Dr. Pepper.
It depresses me that the Rockies never play in nationally televised games. It pisses me off that only the Yankees and the Red Sox do play in nationally televised games.
My left shoulder is twitching. It used to be my goal in life to actually witness a part of my body twitching. For the longest time, whenever a part of my body twitched it would always stop just before I could actually look at it. But then a couple years ago I actually saw something twitch. Then I realized how sad my life was.
I don't have anything interesting to say.
I took a shower today.
I'm wearing my sexy "European Style" underwear that my mom got me.
It depresses me that the Rockies never play in nationally televised games. It pisses me off that only the Yankees and the Red Sox do play in nationally televised games.
My left shoulder is twitching. It used to be my goal in life to actually witness a part of my body twitching. For the longest time, whenever a part of my body twitched it would always stop just before I could actually look at it. But then a couple years ago I actually saw something twitch. Then I realized how sad my life was.
I don't have anything interesting to say.
I took a shower today.
I'm wearing my sexy "European Style" underwear that my mom got me.
Thursday, April 16, 2009
loveliness. :)
Anna.
GRRRRR. I do not hate your cooking, hoffer. jerk. poopy. that's what YOU are.
kidding. :)
But it's true. Chiefy does make a mess. Everywhere. He likes to walk on Howard. And put his mouse toys between his front paws and kick at them with his back feet as hard as he can and gnaw on their poor mousie heads. That shreds them. Then there are bits and pieces of toy everywhere too. And don't get me started on what they did with a stack of papers one night.
Almost done with student teaching. Not really, but that's what I keep telling myself.
So this apartment thing in Columbus seems like it could really be a go. It's not $100/month, it's $100/week! Plus free utilities, plus free rent. And the lady said it's really nice. And we can keep our critters. So... yeah. I'm hoping that works.
I stuck my tongue out at Geoffrey. He deserved it, don't worry.
In other news, I'm printing out my app and cover letter and resume for that school job. Hopefully I can at least get an interview! The drive will be about 55 minutes from the (maybe) apartment we'd be living at... Fun. But can't turn down that opportunity.
It'd be pretty amazing to be able to live there for 5-10 years and then pay off all of our debts and pay cash for a house. Wow.
GRRRRR. I do not hate your cooking, hoffer. jerk. poopy. that's what YOU are.
kidding. :)
But it's true. Chiefy does make a mess. Everywhere. He likes to walk on Howard. And put his mouse toys between his front paws and kick at them with his back feet as hard as he can and gnaw on their poor mousie heads. That shreds them. Then there are bits and pieces of toy everywhere too. And don't get me started on what they did with a stack of papers one night.
Almost done with student teaching. Not really, but that's what I keep telling myself.
So this apartment thing in Columbus seems like it could really be a go. It's not $100/month, it's $100/week! Plus free utilities, plus free rent. And the lady said it's really nice. And we can keep our critters. So... yeah. I'm hoping that works.
I stuck my tongue out at Geoffrey. He deserved it, don't worry.
In other news, I'm printing out my app and cover letter and resume for that school job. Hopefully I can at least get an interview! The drive will be about 55 minutes from the (maybe) apartment we'd be living at... Fun. But can't turn down that opportunity.
It'd be pretty amazing to be able to live there for 5-10 years and then pay off all of our debts and pay cash for a house. Wow.
A Title Wouldn't Capture the Brilliance of this Post
I'm starving.
Chief is currently playing with something on the back of my chair. I'm not sure what it is even though he does this a lot. If I were to turn the chair to look he would no longer be by the back of my chair, and strangely enough, he never plays with my chair when I'm not in it.
Chief is going to cost himself his claws. Anna went in convinced she would not get him de-clawed. Chief has convinced her otherwise.
I need to go to Meijer. We could use some yogurt, croutons, and guinea pig food.
Coca-cola must be content making all its money through restaurant sales because they can't possibly be outselling Pepsi in stores. This has nothing to do with taste and everything to do with the fact that Coke is always 30% more expensive than Pepsi. Seriously, it does not matter where I shop. Coke is always way more expensive and is never on sale.
Anna thinks I should take cooking classes someday. She says I'll enjoy it. I think she's secretly telling me she hates my cooking.
Chief loves pulling trash out of our trash cans and strewing it all over the floor. His favorite activity appears to be shredding old tissues and toilet paper. He even managed to fill his water bowl with toilet paper. I'm not sure if he's a kitten or a three year old child.
Chief is currently playing with something on the back of my chair. I'm not sure what it is even though he does this a lot. If I were to turn the chair to look he would no longer be by the back of my chair, and strangely enough, he never plays with my chair when I'm not in it.
Chief is going to cost himself his claws. Anna went in convinced she would not get him de-clawed. Chief has convinced her otherwise.
I need to go to Meijer. We could use some yogurt, croutons, and guinea pig food.
Coca-cola must be content making all its money through restaurant sales because they can't possibly be outselling Pepsi in stores. This has nothing to do with taste and everything to do with the fact that Coke is always 30% more expensive than Pepsi. Seriously, it does not matter where I shop. Coke is always way more expensive and is never on sale.
Anna thinks I should take cooking classes someday. She says I'll enjoy it. I think she's secretly telling me she hates my cooking.
Chief loves pulling trash out of our trash cans and strewing it all over the floor. His favorite activity appears to be shredding old tissues and toilet paper. He even managed to fill his water bowl with toilet paper. I'm not sure if he's a kitten or a three year old child.
Wednesday, April 15, 2009
Stuff and Things
I took a shower today. Chief tried to join me and then changed his mind.
The Rockies won today. That brings their record to an earth shattering 4-4.
Anna and I were up late last night trying to make flash cards for her Kindergartners. Then we found out that the Kindergartners were on a field trip today. Poor Toon needs some sleep tonight.
I love early season baseball statistics. Troy Tulowitzki is on pace for 60 homeruns. Manny Ramirez is on pace for zero.
The Department of Homeland Security thinks that Iraq war veterans and those opposed to abortion are officially terrorist risks. This is only the beginning.
I have a Papa Murphy's pizza in the oven.
Chief has taken such a liking to climbing up our legs that I think Anna is on the brink of chopping off his claws herself.
I'm about to wet myself in anticipation of dinner.
The Rockies won today. That brings their record to an earth shattering 4-4.
Anna and I were up late last night trying to make flash cards for her Kindergartners. Then we found out that the Kindergartners were on a field trip today. Poor Toon needs some sleep tonight.
I love early season baseball statistics. Troy Tulowitzki is on pace for 60 homeruns. Manny Ramirez is on pace for zero.
The Department of Homeland Security thinks that Iraq war veterans and those opposed to abortion are officially terrorist risks. This is only the beginning.
I have a Papa Murphy's pizza in the oven.
Chief has taken such a liking to climbing up our legs that I think Anna is on the brink of chopping off his claws herself.
I'm about to wet myself in anticipation of dinner.
Monday, April 13, 2009
A Food Related Post
I made chicken friend steak yesterday. It was pretty decent. The gravy could have turned out a little better so I'll have to work on that.
I ate Chipotle for lunch. It's a beautiful thing.
In sports related news, the Rockies just broke up a no-hitter. That would have been embarrassing.
In unrelated news, I have to pee.
I ate Chipotle for lunch. It's a beautiful thing.
In sports related news, the Rockies just broke up a no-hitter. That would have been embarrassing.
In unrelated news, I have to pee.
Sunday, April 12, 2009
Underwear
I'm considering giving up on wearing underwear. Just consider how much time we must waste each year messing with our underwear. Not only is there the time spent putting it on and taking it off, but there is the time spent washing it and folding it and putting it away and taking it out and buying it. The way I calculate it, we waste close to 13 hours a year dealing with underwear. This doesn't even take into consideration the time us guys have to spend readjusting ourselves when our underwear pinches or otherwise causes us discomfort. That said, I realize I will never ever actually lead a freeballing life. That is I will never ever do such a thing as long as pants have zippers.
Saturday, April 11, 2009
oh spring break
Anna.
Well, Hoff, I'm sorry it was the worst spring break you've ever had. That's sad.
I'm not really looking forward to going back to school, but I am REALLY looking forward to being finished. Even though it's been mildly frustrating, I think I will be sad to leave. Even the high school. There are some really fantastic people there (especially Mrs. Schipper!) and I'll be very sad to never see her again. Especially the elementary kids. I love love love them.
I have a whole lot of things I should be doing, but I can't find any motivation to actually do them. I still feel exhausted even though I've had a week off. Haha.
It was nice for me to be back at home and see all the animals and my family. I found out some more information on the job in Versailles (vur-SALES). It's still not posted online, but I've been assured that it's officially open. Now to get the job! And if I don't, it's ok. I've been trying to convince myself that if I don't get it, it wouldn't have been a good fit anyway. We'll see, I suppose. Did I say anything about the job? I don't know. If I did, skip this next part. If I didn't, keep reading. :)
It's a junior/senior high school of about 600 kids. It's in rural southern Indiana (perfect! ha) about 45 minutes from my home town. It's a strictly choral position, so I wouldn't have to teach any general music, though I really wouldn't mind that at all. What else? They just built a new choral room. I haven't seen it, but I've heard it's really nice. Always a plus. The woman who was just released was apparently not doing a very good job at all, so that may be a plus or a minus for me coming in. Probably a little bit of both. I've finished my resume and cover letter and 95% of the application itself. I'm waiting to hear back from one reference before I mail it all off. Cross your fingers for me. :)
Well, Hoff, I'm sorry it was the worst spring break you've ever had. That's sad.
I'm not really looking forward to going back to school, but I am REALLY looking forward to being finished. Even though it's been mildly frustrating, I think I will be sad to leave. Even the high school. There are some really fantastic people there (especially Mrs. Schipper!) and I'll be very sad to never see her again. Especially the elementary kids. I love love love them.
I have a whole lot of things I should be doing, but I can't find any motivation to actually do them. I still feel exhausted even though I've had a week off. Haha.
It was nice for me to be back at home and see all the animals and my family. I found out some more information on the job in Versailles (vur-SALES). It's still not posted online, but I've been assured that it's officially open. Now to get the job! And if I don't, it's ok. I've been trying to convince myself that if I don't get it, it wouldn't have been a good fit anyway. We'll see, I suppose. Did I say anything about the job? I don't know. If I did, skip this next part. If I didn't, keep reading. :)
It's a junior/senior high school of about 600 kids. It's in rural southern Indiana (perfect! ha) about 45 minutes from my home town. It's a strictly choral position, so I wouldn't have to teach any general music, though I really wouldn't mind that at all. What else? They just built a new choral room. I haven't seen it, but I've heard it's really nice. Always a plus. The woman who was just released was apparently not doing a very good job at all, so that may be a plus or a minus for me coming in. Probably a little bit of both. I've finished my resume and cover letter and 95% of the application itself. I'm waiting to hear back from one reference before I mail it all off. Cross your fingers for me. :)
My Legs Sting
I just sneezed. I like sneezing sometimes. Sometimes it hurts. Most of the time I end up holding it in, and the force causes my back to pop.
We just got back from spending a few days in Indiana for Anna's break.
Chief is currently going crazy on my feet. He already tried to climb my bare legs twice tonight. I'm bleeding in at least three separate places.
I'm listening to EastWest at the moment. Ahh, the nostalgia. Sometimes I forget all the good music I have.
My legs really hurt now.
Since we are dog sitting, we had to take Betsie with us to Indiana. That worked out alright I guess, though she did go missing for awhile Wednesday night. That about made me pee my pants. Anna's father discovered her in the woods behind the house chasing anything that made a sound. She didn't respond at all to our calls and had to be dragged into the house. She was covered in mud and blood from her excursion, and poor Anna had to give her a bath. Nobody thought to tell me they had found her, so I was still looking for awhile.
Chief is eating my left big toe at the moment.
The Rockies are 3-1. If only they could keep that win percentage all year.
I spent some quality time bonding with firearms over the break. Cleaning a gun is almost as soothing as sharpening a knife.
Howie is being a complete jerk. We left him here and took Chief to Indiana, and apparently Howard thought we were going to leave Chief there because he is completely upset to see Chief here. He hisses at him whenever he sees him and keeps giving us death looks.
Anna and I finally have our wedding pictures. We spent many frustrating hours trying to sort them so we could take some to Walgreens to make photo books for Anna's grandmothers. We ended up only getting one book made, and when we went to deliver it, Anna's grandmother turned out not to be there. Someday maybe our laughter about the situation won't be so bitter.
Aside from the gun powder residue on my hands, this might have been the worst spring break ever.
I suddenly had the urge to squirt Howie with water, but that would be mean.
I'm really thirsty.
My chin itches. I'm not sure how much longer I'll be able to stand this beard.
My contacts need to come out.
It's past my bedtime.
Goodnight.
Seriously.
Go to bed.
Now.
Or don't.
See if I care.
So there.
Stop reading.
There's nothing to see here.
We just got back from spending a few days in Indiana for Anna's break.
Chief is currently going crazy on my feet. He already tried to climb my bare legs twice tonight. I'm bleeding in at least three separate places.
I'm listening to EastWest at the moment. Ahh, the nostalgia. Sometimes I forget all the good music I have.
My legs really hurt now.
Since we are dog sitting, we had to take Betsie with us to Indiana. That worked out alright I guess, though she did go missing for awhile Wednesday night. That about made me pee my pants. Anna's father discovered her in the woods behind the house chasing anything that made a sound. She didn't respond at all to our calls and had to be dragged into the house. She was covered in mud and blood from her excursion, and poor Anna had to give her a bath. Nobody thought to tell me they had found her, so I was still looking for awhile.
Chief is eating my left big toe at the moment.
The Rockies are 3-1. If only they could keep that win percentage all year.
I spent some quality time bonding with firearms over the break. Cleaning a gun is almost as soothing as sharpening a knife.
Howie is being a complete jerk. We left him here and took Chief to Indiana, and apparently Howard thought we were going to leave Chief there because he is completely upset to see Chief here. He hisses at him whenever he sees him and keeps giving us death looks.
Anna and I finally have our wedding pictures. We spent many frustrating hours trying to sort them so we could take some to Walgreens to make photo books for Anna's grandmothers. We ended up only getting one book made, and when we went to deliver it, Anna's grandmother turned out not to be there. Someday maybe our laughter about the situation won't be so bitter.
Aside from the gun powder residue on my hands, this might have been the worst spring break ever.
I suddenly had the urge to squirt Howie with water, but that would be mean.
I'm really thirsty.
My chin itches. I'm not sure how much longer I'll be able to stand this beard.
My contacts need to come out.
It's past my bedtime.
Goodnight.
Seriously.
Go to bed.
Now.
Or don't.
See if I care.
So there.
Stop reading.
There's nothing to see here.
Sunday, April 5, 2009
spring break!
It'sa me, Anna! (to be said in that creepy voice that says, "It'sa me, Mario" before you play... that one game. To be specific.)
So, I'm finally on spring break. I've been looking forward to this for weeks. I haven't really done anything at all yet, and that was the point. But tomorrow I have to start being productive. You know, stapling ribbons to popsicle sticks, learning scores, writing lesson plans, mostly learning scores.
And Betsie! I love that dog. We're dogsitting again, and this time, Bets gets to come to the Hammel house. I think she and Hank will have a grand old time. Hank the dog, not Hank the horse. We'll probably go home on Wednesday and come back Saturday. I'm kind of bummed to not be home over Easter, but I could really use the time before the school week starts up again.
Hehoff and I watched a lot of Mark Lowry's comedy last night. He's a christian singer/comedian, and he's really pretty hilarious. I don't know how many of you know who the Gaithers are, but if you're from Indiana, Bill Gaither is almost like Bach. No, seriously. He wrote songs like, "He Touched Me," "The Longer I Serve Him," "The King is Coming," and "There's Something About that Name." I told you, Bach. And he does those things that you see on PBS every once in a while called the "Homecoming Series" or something sweet and cuddly like that. So Bill Gaither and Mark Lowry and a few other guys were part of "The Gaither Vocal Band" at one point, and Mark Lowry would cut up on stage a lot. And this was the result one night: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-6abTcyY3qQ&feature=related
Haha. I laughed a lot. "Don't play with that."
Anyway, hope you're all having a great start to April!
So, I'm finally on spring break. I've been looking forward to this for weeks. I haven't really done anything at all yet, and that was the point. But tomorrow I have to start being productive. You know, stapling ribbons to popsicle sticks, learning scores, writing lesson plans, mostly learning scores.
And Betsie! I love that dog. We're dogsitting again, and this time, Bets gets to come to the Hammel house. I think she and Hank will have a grand old time. Hank the dog, not Hank the horse. We'll probably go home on Wednesday and come back Saturday. I'm kind of bummed to not be home over Easter, but I could really use the time before the school week starts up again.
Hehoff and I watched a lot of Mark Lowry's comedy last night. He's a christian singer/comedian, and he's really pretty hilarious. I don't know how many of you know who the Gaithers are, but if you're from Indiana, Bill Gaither is almost like Bach. No, seriously. He wrote songs like, "He Touched Me," "The Longer I Serve Him," "The King is Coming," and "There's Something About that Name." I told you, Bach. And he does those things that you see on PBS every once in a while called the "Homecoming Series" or something sweet and cuddly like that. So Bill Gaither and Mark Lowry and a few other guys were part of "The Gaither Vocal Band" at one point, and Mark Lowry would cut up on stage a lot. And this was the result one night: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-6abTcyY3qQ&feature=related
Haha. I laughed a lot. "Don't play with that."
Anyway, hope you're all having a great start to April!
Saturday, April 4, 2009
Stuff
I made chocolate chip pancakes for Anna this morning. That's right. I'm the man.
Last night I attempted to make a chipotle grilled chicken panini. It was pretty darn tasty if I do say so myself.
I pre-ordered my copy of Zao's new album. Only 8,000 cd's are being pressed, so go order yourself one now. I mean you. Yes, you faithful reader must buy this album. I don't care if heavy music makes you cry. I'll make you cry harder.
I stink again. I hate how I have to shower so much. Sometimes I wish I lived in a place where a yearly bath was plenty of hygiene.
Chief loves attacking us while we are in bed. Currently though, he looks like he's about to roll off the back of the couch.
The guinea pigs squeak pretty much whenever Anna enters the room or if she starts singing. With as much lettuce as we feed them, it's rather amazing they don't explode.
Anna's playing the piano at the moment. She's a pianist.
I cleaned the apartment yesterday. I even cleaned out the guinea pig cage. I know what you're thinking, but sorry ladies, I'm taken.
We are dog-sitting this week for an english setter named Betsy. She's a nice dog, but she smells kind of bad. These people also have a cat named Custer. Custer has the creepiest meow you have ever heard. It sends chills up my spine.
Last night I attempted to make a chipotle grilled chicken panini. It was pretty darn tasty if I do say so myself.
I pre-ordered my copy of Zao's new album. Only 8,000 cd's are being pressed, so go order yourself one now. I mean you. Yes, you faithful reader must buy this album. I don't care if heavy music makes you cry. I'll make you cry harder.
I stink again. I hate how I have to shower so much. Sometimes I wish I lived in a place where a yearly bath was plenty of hygiene.
Chief loves attacking us while we are in bed. Currently though, he looks like he's about to roll off the back of the couch.
The guinea pigs squeak pretty much whenever Anna enters the room or if she starts singing. With as much lettuce as we feed them, it's rather amazing they don't explode.
Anna's playing the piano at the moment. She's a pianist.
I cleaned the apartment yesterday. I even cleaned out the guinea pig cage. I know what you're thinking, but sorry ladies, I'm taken.
We are dog-sitting this week for an english setter named Betsy. She's a nice dog, but she smells kind of bad. These people also have a cat named Custer. Custer has the creepiest meow you have ever heard. It sends chills up my spine.
Friday, April 3, 2009
I should be sleeping but...
I was hungry. So I made a caesar salad with chipotle grilled chicken. I like caesar salads because they have about as many calories as a giant cheeseburger. If I'm going to eat a salad, I'm going to do it right.
So the Broncos traded Cutler to the Bears for Kyle Orton and a couple first round draft picks. Sure the draft picks sound good and may end up being helpful, but first round picks are expensive and still aren't guaranteed to pan out. And in the meantime, no matter what the ESPN talking heads say, I don't see Orton as a viable starter for the Donkeys. We had no defense, and now we're gutting the offense. We're screwed.
I should get some new underwear. The elastic is shot in most of what I own.
In relations related news, I hear my sister wants to transfer from Iowa State to Northern Colorado. I completely understand the urge to return to Colorado, but why on earth would you leave behind that wrestling team?
I just belched. Oddly enough, I don't think I really belch that much.
My phone is currently lying facedown on the desk in front of me, meaning the camera is looking up. This disturbs me a little. What if Obama has already seized control of all our electronic devices? Could he be watching me at this very instant? I'm giving my phone the finger just in case. And now I'm flipping my phone over because I creeped myself out.
I'm a master lunch sack puppet maker.
I wanted to take a shower tonight, but when Anna took one she said it was cold and getting colder. So I guess I'll just have to continue to stink until tomorrow.
Does everyone feel updated yet or should I continue?
So the Broncos traded Cutler to the Bears for Kyle Orton and a couple first round draft picks. Sure the draft picks sound good and may end up being helpful, but first round picks are expensive and still aren't guaranteed to pan out. And in the meantime, no matter what the ESPN talking heads say, I don't see Orton as a viable starter for the Donkeys. We had no defense, and now we're gutting the offense. We're screwed.
I should get some new underwear. The elastic is shot in most of what I own.
In relations related news, I hear my sister wants to transfer from Iowa State to Northern Colorado. I completely understand the urge to return to Colorado, but why on earth would you leave behind that wrestling team?
I just belched. Oddly enough, I don't think I really belch that much.
My phone is currently lying facedown on the desk in front of me, meaning the camera is looking up. This disturbs me a little. What if Obama has already seized control of all our electronic devices? Could he be watching me at this very instant? I'm giving my phone the finger just in case. And now I'm flipping my phone over because I creeped myself out.
I'm a master lunch sack puppet maker.
I wanted to take a shower tonight, but when Anna took one she said it was cold and getting colder. So I guess I'll just have to continue to stink until tomorrow.
Does everyone feel updated yet or should I continue?
Thursday, April 2, 2009
Punch Me
So, I'm a horrible husband. Anna had a half day at the high school today and then attend some parent teacher conferences so that in the end she should have been done around one. Only she ended up not having to go to the conferences so she was done at 11:30. Unfortunately I didn't see her fifteen million calls until 12:30. That poor girl had to wait an hour for me to come pick her up. I feel sick to my stomach. I hope she punches me in the stomach.
Wednesday, April 1, 2009
Anyway...
Shehoff here for reals.
Hehoff really is a big hunk of man, and I really can't keep my hands off of him.
Hehoff really is a big hunk of man, and I really can't keep my hands off of him.
yes you are
Dear Hehoff,
Nice try.
Love,
Anna
This is not what I thought this would be like when I made this blog. :)
Nice try.
Love,
Anna
This is not what I thought this would be like when I made this blog. :)
No, I'm not
Anna, I was flattered that you would say such things about me, and it hurts me that you would retract them and accuse me of writing them.
Love,
Hehoff
Love,
Hehoff
My Studly Muffin
Anna here.
I just have to say that I have the handsomest, sexiest husband on the planet. I'm so grateful for his tight butt, strong arms, and broad shoulders. They almost make up for his lack of brains. Most of the time when he starts talking I just want him to shut up and kiss me with those luscious lips. Seriously, you girls don't know what you are missing. It makes me all tingly inside when I realize I have that great hunk of man-meat all to myself. Sometimes I just want to jump him and ride that bullet train all the way home. I realize I'm so much better than him in every way, but there's only one thing I care about. They size size doen't matter, but it does. Keep your hands off ladies. He's my hunka hunka burnin' love.
I just have to say that I have the handsomest, sexiest husband on the planet. I'm so grateful for his tight butt, strong arms, and broad shoulders. They almost make up for his lack of brains. Most of the time when he starts talking I just want him to shut up and kiss me with those luscious lips. Seriously, you girls don't know what you are missing. It makes me all tingly inside when I realize I have that great hunk of man-meat all to myself. Sometimes I just want to jump him and ride that bullet train all the way home. I realize I'm so much better than him in every way, but there's only one thing I care about. They size size doen't matter, but it does. Keep your hands off ladies. He's my hunka hunka burnin' love.
Chief is tunneling in the laundry basket.
Shehoff speaking.
I. am. sooooo. exhausted. Such a long day at the elementary school! But it went really well. I tried a lot of new things that were a lot of fun (and involved a small amount of failure and correction), and actually helped kids learn! Imagine that. :)
So we did the puppet thing the kindergartners today (what Hoff has been helping me work on for forever). The point was to get them to realize they have a head voice and to talk/sing in it. It was wonderful! I bought this big shaggy dog puppet to start things off. The kids talked to him in their head voices like he was a real person and hugged him and were saying things like, "Please come back to our class, Fillmore!" and one girl even told him she'd pray for him tonight. Haha.
My advisor observed me teaching 6th grade today, and it went pretty well, so I'm excited about that. The kids were extra extra extra good today. Before class started, I heard one girl say to the kids around her, "Shh! That's her school teacher! Be good!" and I smiled. Another girl wrote a song for me. It was really... err, interesting. :)
I love kids. I love teaching them. Quite possibly one of my favorite things ever.
That's all. Have a good night!
I. am. sooooo. exhausted. Such a long day at the elementary school! But it went really well. I tried a lot of new things that were a lot of fun (and involved a small amount of failure and correction), and actually helped kids learn! Imagine that. :)
So we did the puppet thing the kindergartners today (what Hoff has been helping me work on for forever). The point was to get them to realize they have a head voice and to talk/sing in it. It was wonderful! I bought this big shaggy dog puppet to start things off. The kids talked to him in their head voices like he was a real person and hugged him and were saying things like, "Please come back to our class, Fillmore!" and one girl even told him she'd pray for him tonight. Haha.
My advisor observed me teaching 6th grade today, and it went pretty well, so I'm excited about that. The kids were extra extra extra good today. Before class started, I heard one girl say to the kids around her, "Shh! That's her school teacher! Be good!" and I smiled. Another girl wrote a song for me. It was really... err, interesting. :)
I love kids. I love teaching them. Quite possibly one of my favorite things ever.
That's all. Have a good night!
April 1st
I hate April Fools Day. I spend the entire day watching my back.
I have a headache.
Google's April Fools joke is fairly funny. At least the gmail part is. The maps thing wasn't that funny.
I'm currently watching Foodnetwork. The problem with watching these cooking shows is that all this food looks good and looks easy to make, but then I realize I would have to buy a bazillion ingredients I don't have and would never ever use again after I make this one dish. That or I go to the store and can't even find whatever ingredient they are using. Oh, and I don't have millions to spend on all those pans and mixers and such. I might get more experimental with my cooking when I have a real kitchen with actual counters on which to work.
I swore I would never own an ipod, but then my sister got a free one with her Mac and is so weird that she doesn't even listen to music. So I inherited the ipod. It's one of those ipod touch things. The concept is cool I guess, but man, I'm not sure how wireless access for the thing is useful. The only wireless network I can actually sign into is my home network, and if I'm at home, I'm better off using the computer. What network am I going to use when I'm actually in a place where an ipod is my only internet option?
I have a headache.
Google's April Fools joke is fairly funny. At least the gmail part is. The maps thing wasn't that funny.
I'm currently watching Foodnetwork. The problem with watching these cooking shows is that all this food looks good and looks easy to make, but then I realize I would have to buy a bazillion ingredients I don't have and would never ever use again after I make this one dish. That or I go to the store and can't even find whatever ingredient they are using. Oh, and I don't have millions to spend on all those pans and mixers and such. I might get more experimental with my cooking when I have a real kitchen with actual counters on which to work.
I swore I would never own an ipod, but then my sister got a free one with her Mac and is so weird that she doesn't even listen to music. So I inherited the ipod. It's one of those ipod touch things. The concept is cool I guess, but man, I'm not sure how wireless access for the thing is useful. The only wireless network I can actually sign into is my home network, and if I'm at home, I'm better off using the computer. What network am I going to use when I'm actually in a place where an ipod is my only internet option?
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