Daulton hasn't hit puberty. He went to the doctor tonight to see if they can figure out why. I feel bad for the kid, but it gets awkward. He keeps asking me if he has dark hairs in his armpits.
Bobbie came by the office, wanting $11 more in quarters. She talked some nonsense for awhile and then left. I really need to bring a voice-recorder into the office, so I can remember these things.
Anna had to go practice with Chelsey this evening, for the Saturday night service thing they are doing now. Chelsey was a little late showing up, so we sat in the car for a bit in front of the church. While we were sitting there a teenage girl, accompanied by another girl, knocked on the car window and asked the time. We told her. About two minutes later, she came back and asked if she could borrow a phone to make a call to her mom. Anna quickly handed over her cell. I'm sure she thought something similar to what I did: "Oh, the poor girl is stuck here and needs a ride from her mother." That's not what the call was about. The girl just wanted to ask her mom if she could spend Saturday night with her "friend." The reason I put "friend" in quotes is that it turns out she didn't even know her "friend's" name. She had to ask her friend, in the middle of the conversation with her mother, what her name was. I'd have a conniption if I were her parent. We also learned from listening to her side of the conversation that this girl is having to take Saturday school. According to Anna, this means she's gotten herself into really big trouble. Someone isn't making good choices.
We brought Daisy along with us, to Anna's practice, so that we could then take her to the in-laws. Daisy likes playing with the other dogs. She and Hank play tug-o-war while Daisy stands on a pillow. This results in Hank pulling Daisy around the living room as she surfs the hardwood on a dog bed.
Well, we still need 11 wins. I guess I'll change my strategy. How about we get one win tomorrow and go from there?
Am I the only one who sees the Broncos getting destroyed on Sunday? Prove me wrong. Oh, please prove me wrong.
Anna's evil grandmother is seemingly coming to the Sunday night service so that she can make Anna's life miserable. The game will be on during the service. Something tells me, I'm going to have to go to church instead of watch football.
I'm hungry or thirsty. Or both.
Blue.
I'm watching the Dodgers-Cardinals right now. L.A. has the stupidest sound effects for when their players get a hit.
Now, I'm seeing a commercial for "AstroBoy." Could this look any more stupid?
Now, I'm seeing a commercial for this new Google MyTouch phone thing. These commercials make me want to shoot the actors, not buy the phone.
The air conditioner stopped working the other day. I called the heating and air conditioning people yesterday. They said they'd be here today. No one showed up.
I should take out Daisy again before we go to bed.
My left pec itches.
Howie and Chief love open windows. They definitely prefer it when the air isn't working.
People who read this blog: Andi
Andi is Hungarian. She's also awesome. She roomed with Anna during the first semester of that incredible D10 year. Andi is a fellow English major. Now, I was at first confused by this, wondering if that was like an American being a Spanish major. As it turns out, she's pretty much an English major like I'm an English major. Except, she typically talks more correctly than I do. Andi was also one of Anna's bridesmaids and has come to stay with us twice during the summer. Now she teaches English to high schoolers. She used to teach English to Hungarian officials. Apparently, they just wanted to know how to ask where the good clubs were. Andi spent a good deal of time in England a few years ago, and this has given her a very Anglicanized form of the English language. She likes to say "proper" far more often than we Americans might. Anna loves making Andi say things like "Hey, ya'll." In return, Andi trys to teach us some Hungarian. I'm pretty much stuck at being able to say "purple goose," "hedgehog cookie," and "urine." Andi claims to love my chili. I think she's just a nice person. Andi is an excellent swimmer. I mean excellent. Apparently, she could have been nationaly and internationally competitive if she had pursued it with the right coach. Instead she had injury and health problems and ended up focusing on school, studying abroahd and getting stuck with just being friends with some crazy Americans. I'm rather grateful for this.
Thank you for reminding my of the word 'conniption'. It has been years since I last read, thought, or heard that word. You sir are a fount of knowledge; and calipigeon t'boot.
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