I Told You

I said this weeks ago. The Donkeys cannot win against good teams with that offense. They have no offense. It doesn't matter how good their defense is. You can't keep a good team off the scoreboard. Both this game and last game are on the offense. Neither game is the defenses fault. 30-7 sounds bad, but what can a defense do when all the offense wants to do is go three and out? 28-10 sounds bad, but two of those touchdowns were junk end of the game touchdowns. Let's just pretend the Broncos can score one silly little touchdown in the second half. It's a completely different game. I said this from the beginning. Josh McDaniels is almost as evil as Obama. Fire him now. This is a failure. The Chargers are only a game back. This season is going to end up exactly like last year.
I didn't mention this the other day, but it's worth mentioning. When Janet's sister-in-law (Marilyn) was in last week to pay Janet's rent, it quite literally took her fifteen minutes to write the check. Why? Because she wouldn't stop talking.
Katie came by this morning to tell me her kitchen lights were out. I checked them. It's going to require the electrician. I called the electrician. He'll be here tomorrow.
Judy came by later to say that her kitchen lights were out. I told her the electrician would be here tomorrow.
I got up early and did some hunting this morning. I saw a couple again. I didn't have a shot this time. There just wasn't an open shooting lane in that direction.
I'll go again in the morning.
I replaced the light over Mike's stove. I also got him to sign his lease and other miscellaneous things. I felt really bad because he has had a couple strokes that make it difficult for him to write. It was a painful experience watching him sign the six signatures I needed.
Anna went over to her parent's house while I was still in the office. She went to hang out with her mother and aunt. They made cards. According to Anna, they made Christmas cards with sparkly snowmen.
Speaking of Christmas, certain people are starting to ask me what I want for Christmas. First of all, I don't want anything for Christmas. Secondly, it's not even Thanksgiving. I can't even pretend to think about Christmas yet.
Holidays always depress me. I don't know why, but they really do.
It really annoys me, the new little "suggestions" facebook places in the top right of the page. Not only is it suggesting people I've never ever heard of as potential "friends," but it is asking me to "help make facebook better" for people by writing on their walls. Here's the deal. Maybe I haven't written on their walls in awhile because I hate them all? Maybe I am "friends" with them, just so that I can stalk them and laugh at their puny lives?
Sorry, the Donkeys' offense is making me bitter this evening.
Anna took Daisy with her today. I guess she played with Hank for hours. She and Hank are pals. Daisy isn't really allowed inside there anymore though because she gets too involved playing with Hank and poops on the floor.
Lucy hates it when Daisy comes over because she doesn't get any attention.
Camouflage Taz.
I need to shower.
I need to go to bed soon if I'm going to get up early and go hunting again.
I'm going to keep doing this until I get a deer. Heck, if I get a deer soon enough, I might buy another tag and go for another deer.
I'd like to get a hair cut, but I haven't decided which hair.
Anna's parents said they saw some deer walking near my stand Sunday morning. That makes three straight mornings with deer near my stand. I'd say I have a good chance of getting another shot.
It's weird to hunt within sight of your in-laws' house. It's especially strange to watch the Culligan man do his water softener thing, having no idea I'm up in a tree watching him.
I've eaten so much salsa in the last few days. I think I might start speaking Mexican.
People who read this blog: Random visitor from Norway
This person is most certainly not real. No one actually lives in Norway. It's just ice and snow. Wait, it's not? Shoot. Well, then this person is real and is simply fantasizing about living in a warmer climate.