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I took a circuitous route to the office this morning because I had trash to take out to the bin. I then entered the building through the front door and found myself confronted by Bobbie. She informed me that not only had George dropped a watermelon in the hallway, but one of George's friends had broken the decorative framework around the front door glass. Thankfully, she also told me she had already cleaned up the watermelon. She then asked me to make change for ten dollars so she could do her "warsh." As I told Anna, George and Katie spend more on their cigarettes each month than they do on rent, and I could almost imagine Bobbie spends more on cleaning supplies and laundry money than she does on rent as well. Every single time I see her, she is telling me she is going to go finish up her "warshing." I guess I should be grateful that there is a resident who picks up messes before I'm even aware of them, but it makes me feel bad.
While Bobbie was telling me all of this, Alice walked past us with a wet paper towel and went outside. She came back in after a couple minutes, muttering something about "all the bloods gone." I have no idea what that was about.
As for the broken door stuff, I thought for the longest time I was going to have to figure out a way to replace the frame part without actually getting a whole new door. Then it occurred to me that maybe I could put it back together myself. I found one of the broken pieces right away, but it took some searching to figure out where the other part went. It turns out someone had tossed it in one of the cigarette collecting bucket thingies that sit outside the entrance. Once I had the two pieces, I was pretty quickly able to put them back where they came from, and they actually hold there pretty well without glue. I think I will get some super glue from the store though, just to make sure it stays.
Later, Beualah came by and started with her usual greeting of "I want to talk to you." I'm honestly not sure exactly what it was she wanted to talk to me about. She jumped around a lot, but she did hit on a couple main themes. The first thing she started on was about going to the neurologist today to switch her medication, but that (somehow) quickly shifted to telling me about Alice and her no good kids. "Bum, bum, bum, bum, bum...." she kept saying. I was rather shocked when thinking of the situation caused her to cuss and then tell me that she was just going to tell Alice "to go to Hell" the next time she asked for something. I didn't know what else to do but just keep nodding my way through her rant. In the end, I just told her that she had to do what she had to do.
We went to visit Anna's grandmother this afternoon. We met Anna's father there and gave her some corn from the garden. We didn't stay long because we had to get back to the parental's place for dinner. I think Anna's grandmother suspects something, since she commented that Anna and I never come to see her without Anna's father there too. Once again, the visit was composed of hearing about how we never come see her and how everyone else on earth loves her like crazy.
After dear grandma's, we went back to Anna's parent's place, where I grilled chicken for chicken tacos. I can do amazing things with chicken and a grill, let me tell you. After the tacos we ate some of the leftover cake and ice cream cake from Anna's father's birthday. Yeah, it's some good stuff. I've eaten so much of that cake that Anna's mother made.
I believe I mentioned that I made a cake from scratch for her birthday. I don't think I'll do that again. The cake was fine though I thought it was a little dry, and I've never had a mix turn out dry. It's just as fresh when it's done as doing it from scratch.
Anna's mother is just about the funniest person I know. It's pretty close between her and VanderHassall.
After dinner, Anna, her father, and I went out to the pond and did some fishing. Anna caught a pretty nice bass, and I caught several crappie and one blue gill.
Whenever we go fishing at their place, we have to leave Hank (the dog) locked up inside the house. If we don't, he always dives into the pond after our lures. Yeah, you can imagine how impossible that makes it to catch fish.
I definitely prefer cooking to baking.
Anna's mother hates fish (and seafood in general). Apparently, she had an awful experience as a child with her mother forcing her to eat some and her puking as a result. This makes me think about two things: 1. it's amazing how much psychological damage our parents can do to us by just trying to be decent parents, and 2. Anna's mom is missing out on a lot, especially with crab and shrimp and lobster.
I love Anna's mom. She's awesome.
Anna's dad is pretty decent too (though by the simple fact of being Anna's dad, he terrifies me. Anna doesn't understand this, but I know all you guys out there know what I mean).
I think I faired pretty well in the in-law catagory.
Now, if only Anna was a little more awesome.
I keed, I keed.
Anna's got a "to do" list for herself. The only thing on it is "Get a cuter boyfriend." The poor girl is stuck with me.
I've been listening to so much music lately. Mostly, it's been the new Project 86 mixed with a healthy dose of Maylene & the Sons of Disaster, mewithoutYou, Becoming the Archetype, and Zao. Though, at the moment, I'm actually listening to Jon Foreman's solo stuff. Good shizzle fo' rizzle.
It's a good thing you people read my bloggings. You will come away from this smarter, healthier, and better looking*.

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