Playoffs!

Playoffs!
Playoffs!
Playoffs!
Let's go ahead and just sweep L.A. and win the division. Wouldn't that be fun?
Yesterday was Daulton's birthday.
He told everybody yesterday that it was his birthday.
Bobbie gave him $5.
I didn't make him doing anything and let him call his aunt to pick him up early.
Today, he told everybody that his birthday had been yesterday and that he had received $165. Of course, they all asked what he was going to do with that money, which meant he told everyone that he was going to buy a go-cart.
I felt especially bad for Katie's daughter, who came by to pay her mom's rent. Daulton had this conversation with her:
"Yesterday was my birthday"
"Happy late birthday"
"I got $165"
"Wow, what are you going to do with that?"
"I'm going to buy a go-cart, but I won't show it to you or else you might buy it"
"I don't want a go-cart"
"Maybe you'll tell someone about it, and they will buy it"
*She laughs*
"Ok, I'll show you" *He proceeds to find the listing in the paper and then reads the entire listing to her, in his stumbling manner*
"That sounds like a good deal"
"I tried to call them, but they didn't answer. My mom used her phone to reverse dial the number and figured out their address. They live in hope. I'm going to go over there and get it before anyone else can buy it. Don't tell anybody about it."
Yeah, I felt bad for her. Most of the time I just want to tell Daulton to shut up.
Daulton also harrassed Mike for several minutes. Unfortunately, Daulton knows that Mike sells knives. So with this money burning a hole in his pocket, he wouldn't stop pestering Mike about any knives he might have for sale.
Yesterday, while I was in the office, Alice came by with a bunch of paperwork she wanted me to fax for her son, Tony. I'm not sure exactly what all the paperwork entailed, but it had to do with her son having failed to satisfy the government that he was making real efforts to find a job.
Today, I was in the office, and Alice brought by a resume for Tony, that she wanted me to copy.
Today, one of Alice's granddaughters came in and needed a copy of her birth certificate, her child's birth certificate, and her government issued i.d. I noted two things. She is 22 and doesn't have a drivers license. She also has a nearly eight year old daughter.
After I was done in the office, I decided that Anna and I should visit Mousillami's drive-in. Tomorrow is the last day that it is open for the season. We ate food. Food is tasty.
We took the Explorer in to Wayne's Automotive Electric yesterday. I got a call from them today that they were finished. We went and picked up the car.
After we picked up the car, we drove to the in-laws' house to give back the truck. There is this guy that sells flowers out of a white van sometimes, at the Highway 46/31 intersection. He has the most amazing roses. I stopped on my way to the in-laws and picked up some flowers for Anna and her mother. I got Anna a bouquet of a dozen red roses and a couple white daisies, and I got Anna's mother a bouquet of a dozen purple roses and a couple matching daisies.
Anna's parents are getting another horse this weekend for Anna to ride. In honor of this even, Anna and I went and got her some riding boots last night. She looks really cute in them.
While we were at the in-laws', I made sure I was following ESPN's "bottom line" so that I could see when the Rockies clinched a playoff birth. I'm so happy.
I also threw the frisbee for Hank for awhile. I threw one a little too hard, and my shoulder popped pretty violently. I stopped after that.
I found out tonight that my grandmother fell and broke her hip today. This doesn't at all surprise me, because she has always been extremely small and frail (she essentially starved herself her entire life and thus was strongly affected by osteoporosis). She also has Alzheimer's, and apparently that is getting pretty bad as well. They are doing hip replacement surgery tomorrow. At her age and with her physical condition, it's a risky proposition. Honestly, I don't really know her very well. I never saw her more than once a year, and I haven't seen her in four or five years. So I'm having a hard time figuring out my feelings, but what I am most worried about is my dad. He already lost his father. His mother can't have too much longer. I can't imagine what that must feel like for him.
Well on that sour note, here's another person who reads this blog.
A person who reads this blog: Jana (In case you are wondering, I'm going in order of frequency of visits. Don't anybody get offended by when I talk about you. If you want me to talk about you sooner, visit this blog more.)
Jana is a communist. She is also Dutch. She is a redheaded Dutch girl. I guess her hair matches her political leanings. She married a foreigner. He's from Malaysia. He's probably a terrorist, setting up a sleeper-cell. He figured the best disguise would be to go to a Christian school and marry a Dutch girl. Jana can sing. Jana and Anna became friends through their shared experience of music classes. It was Jana's friendship with Anna that got Anna connected with the D10 apartment of her junior year, and thus it was Anna's friendship with Jana that lead to Anna's friendships with Heather, Sara, Andi, Bob, John, Mike, and probably several other people that I'm forgetting. Jana has a basset hound named Charlie. Charlie is a deliberately naughty dog. Jana and her foreigner husband are at Fuller pursuing their MDivs because Jana is a liberal feminist communist heathen. They both like to lead church worship services in Satanic modern worship songs. Jana is a Packers fan. I just laugh at her when I think about Green Bay's last appearance in a Superbowl. Jana's wedding was in downtown Chicago. For the reception, they had genuine Chicago-style deep dish pizza. Pizza covers up a multitude of sins. I like Jana a lot (even if she did vote for the Beast that brings desolation).