My bellybutton smells funny.
I shaved last night.
I woke up this morning to Anna yelling, "we have to clean the apartment now! Melissa is going to be here in fifteen minutes." So I got up and helped her clean the apartment. It wasn't that messy, but we did vacuum and do the dishes. Melissa didn't even come inside. She just brought Rambo (her corgi) to play with Daisy for a second. So they played outside for a few minutes before she headed back to Indianapolis. It was a very short visit.
At least our apartment is clean.
I was stalking some high school friends on facebook and realized that I have some weird friends. And my weird friends have weirder friends. How do I know they are weird? Because they look weird. I don't know anything about these people other than what their faces tell me. It's astounding how much a face can tell you. Sometimes you can judge a book by its cover (just picture Fabio on the cover, and you'll know what I mean).
The Rockies really need a win tonight.
The Broncos are actually favored to win tomorrow. This almost assures that they will lose. Once again, I will be obligated to watch the game from a stool in BW3s because I live in Indiana. Oh well, at least I will get my fix of hot wings for the week.
Many predict that the Ravens will take down the Chargers. I hope so. That combined with a Broncos win would give Denver lone possession of first in the AFC West. This would be the only time that will happen all year. It would be nice to see.
Tomorrow is what is known as "Homecoming" at Brown's Corner. I believe this means that anyone even faintly affiliated with the church ever has been invited to come. Who knows? Attendance might reach the wild heights of forty people.
Anna and I went on a date this afternoon to a little place called "Papa's Grill." I'd never been. Anna had been once. She told me that they had the best fries ever. I must say, they were good freedom fries (there ain't no dirty Frenchy loving here). As it turns out, Anna knew our waitress both from high school and from a church a long time ago. This wasn't a bad thing because, according to Anna, this girl is very nice. She seemed nice. Anna made sure I gave her a big tip. Anna had a chicken "fajita pita." She really enjoyed it. I let out my inner woman and had a salad. But it was a manly buffalo chicken salad. It's not really woman food if it has fried chicken, buffalo sauce, bacon, and chipotle ranch dressing involved.
I'm following the ESPN gamecast for the Rockies game, and it is doing that thing again, where it tells me the players stats ahead of showing me their at-bat (i.e. Seth Smith just flew out, but I knew he would because it already showed that he was 0-2 on the day). The Rockies do currently lead 2-0, both runs coming on homeruns. The last three outs they recorded were on fly balls. I have a feeling there will be more longballs before this game is through.
I am absolutely blasting Project 86 through my headphones. They have the ability, similar to Tool, to draw you slowly into a song and build the intensity until the song concludes, and you are breathless, begging for more.
I shouldn't have mentioned that thing about the Rockies and the longball. They now trail 3-2 on a three-run homerun.
Anna is wanting some dinner, so I guess it's time to give you another tenant.
Apartment 116: Bobbie
I know Bobbie is 75 because she told me. She is not a little old lady. She's actually kind of tall, though she walks pretty bent over. Bobbie's hair defines a "bowl cut." Heck, I'd almost bet that she cuts her hair herself and literally uses a bowl as a guide. Her hair is very salt and pepper. Bobbie has very large, heavy features. She's also crazy, as you may have gathered. When we first moved into this place, she thought Anna's mother was my wife and then told her she looked "different in your britches." You know of her love for quarters so she can "finish up [her] warshin'." She is always going on about cleaning of some sort or another. She keeps telling me that "people should just pick up after themselves." I mentioned the time she flipped out because someone hadn't removed lint from the lint trap in the dryer. She always says to Daulton, "you sure are pretty." Apparently, she was married once but says that she's had enough of men. Her father was convinced she would be a boy, so he named her Bobby. When she was born, they decided "Bobbie" was a feminized enough version of that name. Bobbie goes to the Lakeview Church of Christ. I know this because she always tells me this as well. She also tells me that she is the only person there that goes to church and that she wants to go to Heaven when she dies. She gets things mixed up pretty easily, so that I don't trust her if she is my only source for information. She saw in the newspaper once that Columbus was going to start charging more a month for garbage pickup. She took this to mean that the residents would have to start paying to put money in the dumpster, and she spread this all over the building, enough so that I had to calm down several residents and assure them they weren't being charged for their garbage. I'm sure you'll keep hearing about Bobbie. I certainly see her more than any other resident. So I don't think I need to say much more about her now.
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