It's the last day of the decade. I realize that it is very early on the last day of the decade, but I'll probably be doing something else tonight. At first, I was going to do a last day of the year post, but that just seemed silly.
On New Years Eve ten years ago, I was a freshman in high school, spending the night with my youth group at our youth pastor's house. We were sipping Martinelli's and watching the AdAmAn Club launch fireworks off of Pike's Peak. I was fifteen and still wanted to be a MLB player. I had just gotten my first CD player at the beginning of wrestling season and owned two albums: "Supernatural" by dctalk and "Underdog" by Audio Adrenaline. I didn't have any friends.
In the year 2000, I would sprain my ankle in wrestling practice to end my freshman season, make my first efforts towards growing facial hair, and buy my very first CD for myself: "Drawing Black Lines" Project 86 (I was looking for "The Fundamental Elements of Southtown" by P.O.D., but it was sold out). I turned sixteen and got my driver's license that summer. I drove a '90 blue and white GMC Jimmy. I drove much faster than I should have. 2000 likely ended with another youth group party at the youth pastor's house. I still didn't have any friends.
2001 brought me my first trip to the state wrestling tournament and the discovery that teachers liked the stuff I wrote. I also learned that I was pretty decent at the trumpet. I even made the one honor band for which I auditioned. I went to my first concert in 2001: P.O.D. and Blindside at the Fillmore Auditorium in Denver. I left behind most of my awful musical tastes and developed some good ones. I first tweaked my back in a wrestling match towards the end of 2001. I'm sure I spent another New Years Eve with the youth group. In spite of the fact that a lot of people thought I was a really angry person, I actually started to make friends.
In 2002, I discovered the internet, chat rooms, and AIM. I went to a whole lot of concerts, such as Project 86 with Blindside and Zao with Underoath. I tried downloading music from Kazaa, but nobody had bands that I liked, and all the music had the little annoying loopy sounds. I was in the emergency room twice in twenty-four hours when I had to have stitches in my right earlobe and then separated my ribs in a tournament the next day (In Leadville, at 10,000ft. above sea level, it was then that I was also informed that I had exercise induced asthma). I did manage to make the state tournament again, with one rib floating out of place. This is the year I also started to make some lasting relationships. I quit playing baseball because the coach was a liar. I thought I would go to Iowa State and study physics. Once again, I spent New Years Eve with the youth group. I had two fantastic friends in Aimee and John.
2003 brought the last semester of high school and the first of college. I got headbutted at regionals and failed to make state. I didn't decided until pretty late that I would attend Calvin. I got my first job (at Britton's Nursery). My grandmother died. I had my first kiss (yes, with Anna), and I spent my first Thanksgiving with her family (and went to the first of my funereal viewings for Anna's family). I passed my first semester of college courses. I lived with Joel in VanDellen. We hardly talked to each other. I thought he was weird because he hated round trashcans in corners. I discovered the wonders of high speed internet. I blasted my music down the halls during loud hours. I spent Christmas with my family and New Years with the youth group.
2004 found me still living with Joel. We still didn't talk. Anna auditioned for a music scholarship at Calvin in January (she got it). I stayed in my dorm room most of the time. I played Wolfenstein and Joel played Civ. III or something like that. I took Anna to her senior prom. I went back to work at the nursery. Anna came to Calvin. We loathed the limited hours we could be in each other's dorms. I spent another Thanksgiving with her family. Joel and Anna got along great. It turned out Joel was really funny. We all watched TV and yelled "SMUT" at the screen. I officially decided to be an English major. I went home for Christmas. I'm sure I spent another New Years Eve with the youth group.
In 2005, Anna got the Explorer. We used this to go visit her family on several occasions. I spent Spring Break with her. Joel decided he wanted to live with Dan in the Knollcrest East apartments. They needed another roommate, so Dan asked if I wanted to join them. I said sure, though I hardly knew Dan. I think Joel was sad because he was trying to escape me. I went back to Colorado for the summer. I started the summer working at the nursery, but I got laid off. I ended up working with Greg at L.L. Johnson, delivering sprinkler parts. Upon returning to Calvin, Anna and I discovered that the apartments were awesome because she could come over anytime she wanted. We got a job working for a lady, assembling little beaded crafts, that she sold at craft fairs and such. A certain friend of ours had a major breakdown which seriously changed the course of our college experience. I spent another Thanksgiving with Anna. I went home for Christmas. You know how I spent New Years Eve.
In 2006, I proposed to Anna. We started planning our wedding. We kept beading. Due to the previously mentioned breakdown, Anna starting developing a whole new group of friends. One of her new friends asked her to live with her the coming year. This is how Anna came to live with Jana, Sara, and Heather. During the summer, Anna received a note from Calvin informing her that due to Heather's spending a semester abroad, they were being assigned another roommate, Andi. I continued to live with Dan, though Joel finally decided he was sick of me and started rooming with some other guys. That summer I couldn't find any work in Colorado, so I moved to Indiana and started working construction with Anna's dad. The girls of D10 became Anna's (and thus my) best friends. We played way too much guitar hero. The guys across the hall said way too many dirty jokes, and we all had way too much fun. I also decided that I liked to cook. I went home for one last Christmas with my family. You all know the drill.
2007 was the best year of my life. I got married. I had awesome friends at Calvin to go with my one friend from home. Anna and I honeymooned in the Smokies. We got our own apartment in Grand Rapids, and Anna got us our first pet, Howie. Andi came back to attend the wedding and spent a month with us that summer. We kept beading until we were laid off in December. I spent my first Christmas with Anna and her family. That was also the first New Years that I got to kiss someone as the year switched over.
In 2008, I finally graduated college. Anna and I took a square dancing class together. Nearly all of our friends graduated and left Grand Rapids. I developed an obsession with the Foodnetwork. I got a shotgun as a graduation present from Anna's parents. Andi came and visited again that summer. We let Heather squat in our apartment during the summer, while we were in Indiana. Jana and Sara both got married. I was a groomsman in Dan's wedding (to think, I thought he was a little fruity when I first met him as a freshman at Calvin). Anna had her last real semester of classes. We spent Christmas and New Years together.
In 2009, Anna convinced me that we needed another cat, so we added Chief Moses Puddington Chesterfield (or Chestertonfieldville). Anna did her student teaching at an elementary and a high school. She discovered she loves working with kids. Someone tried to break into our Grand Rapids apartment during the '08-'09 Christmas break. Jana and Jeremy finally left for California, so we were completely abandoned by our D10 friends. Anna and I were grateful for the few music department friends Anna still had around. Anna finished student teaching and graduated Calvin. Through a church connection, we heard about this apartment manager position, and I took this job. As a graduation present, Anna's parents got us really beautiful furniture for our place. I turned twenty-five this summer and got to sing on stage with my favorite band. Anna convinced me that we needed a dog, so she found Daisy on Craigslist. I had to put up with Daulton for the Fall semester of 2009. I spent another Christmas with Anna and will be spending the New Year with her as well. I concluded the year by writing this long account of the decade to bore my faithful readers to death.
In summary, ten years ago, Aimee was the only one of you that I knew, and that is only because her locker was always next to mine. I don't listen to the same music I did ten years ago, though I do listen to much of the same music I listened to 9 1/2 years ago (less of the P.O.D. and more of the Project 86 and Zao). I weigh a hundred pounds more than I did ten years ago. I'm ten years older than I was ten years ago. I spend Christmas with different people than I did ten years ago. I really don't know what ten years ago me would think of me now. I'm just as if not more conservative than I was ten years ago but somehow in a completely different way. I still laugh at my fifteen year old self's theology. I still dwell too much on things that happened 8,9,10 years ago. Ten years ago the country made a great choice in a president. Now the country decides it wants to blow its brains out. Ten years have seen me develop from an angry quiet loner to someone with an incredible group of friends and a wonderful wife.
I have a feeling that these next ten years will bring me ten years older, but I sure hope I'll be ten years older with all of you.
I started writing this two hours ago. The time, it is ticking.
Happy New Decade.
Thursday, December 31, 2009
Wednesday, December 30, 2009
O, Holy Carp
On Christmas Eve, Anna and I took Elizabeth, Abby, and Noah to the Indianapolis Children's Museum. It is apparently the largest such museum in the world, and on Christmas Eve, admission is free. It was insane. We arrived at the museum just before opening, and the line of cars to get parking was several blocks long. The museum itself was kind of fun, but it was impossible to really stop and enjoy stuff because of all the people. Noah was everywhere. It took me awhile to get used to the idea that this place was designed for kids to touch and crawl all over everything. We spent most of the time just yelling "Noah!" as he ran off to some new discovery.
When we left the museum, we decided to get some food. It is at this point that I had this conversation with Noah:
Noah: "Where are we going?"
Me: "Crazy."
Noah: "I want little chickens and lemonade at Crazy."
We went to Chick-fil-a, and Noah got to eat his little chickens.
Christmas Eve night, Anna and I stayed at her parents' house. Daisy played with Hank. Lucy sulked in the corner because she hates it when other dogs get attention.
Christmas morning we woke up. We ate a delicious egg bake thingy that Anna's mother made. Then we decided to open presents.
I gave Anna "Up," a collection of Lewis Carroll's books, and a "sherpa" lined hoodie. Anna gave me a deep fryer and a Donkeys hat. Her parents gave me a super sweet laser range finder (it's a little like a telescope that you can use to calculate yardage when hunting). Her parents are too good to me.
We went to see Evil Grandmother for lunch. Anna's Uncle Phil and Aunt Debbie were there too. Anna and her uncle had a blast comparing applications on their new Droid phones (Anna found a really sweet guitar application that lets you play the phone like an acoustic guitar). Evil Grandmother declared that, "Tiger Woods really blew his wad, didn't he?" Aunt Debbie just said, "You could put it that way."
Evil grandmother gave Anna's father and me one of those Jupiter Jacks. I just kind of laughed to myself.
Sarah and her boyfriend came by later on Christmas. We gave Sarah a little hand purse made from a recycled sari and a book on the history of farting. We gave her boyfriend a flashlight. He was really excited to get presents (his family is Jewish, and I think this might have been his first Christmas).
Sarah made a cheese ball. We ate it.
I tried to call my family on Christmas. I got my mom. My brother and sister wouldn't answer their phones, and my dad never has his on.
On Christmas Eve, I passed out a bag with a chocolate cookie, a couple pieces of peppermint bark, and a card to all the residents. I hope nobody choked.
The Donkeys playoff possibilities make me want to cry.
Our friend Jennifer is staying at Anna's parents' house with her boyfriend. They are both in the Army. They are here for the last week of their Christmas leave. Sunday night we went to BW3s to watch the Donkeys continue to make a mess of themselves (if you will all recall, I said several weeks ago that they would finish no better than 9-7, which is only two more wins than my predicted 7-9 at the beginning of the season). And none of this will be enough to get McDaniels canned.
Later that night, in a haze of post-Denver-loss depress, we all tried to teach Jennifer euchre. She spent the first half of the game playing games on her phone at the same time. Each hand she would ask Anna (my partner) what she should do. We spent most of the game looking at her in disbelief.
People who don't read this blog: Jennifer
I'm glad Jennifer doesn't read this blog. We haven't told her about it, mostly because it's just too easy to say mean things about her here, and we wouldn't want to hurt her feelings.
When we left the museum, we decided to get some food. It is at this point that I had this conversation with Noah:
Noah: "Where are we going?"
Me: "Crazy."
Noah: "I want little chickens and lemonade at Crazy."
We went to Chick-fil-a, and Noah got to eat his little chickens.
Christmas Eve night, Anna and I stayed at her parents' house. Daisy played with Hank. Lucy sulked in the corner because she hates it when other dogs get attention.
Christmas morning we woke up. We ate a delicious egg bake thingy that Anna's mother made. Then we decided to open presents.
I gave Anna "Up," a collection of Lewis Carroll's books, and a "sherpa" lined hoodie. Anna gave me a deep fryer and a Donkeys hat. Her parents gave me a super sweet laser range finder (it's a little like a telescope that you can use to calculate yardage when hunting). Her parents are too good to me.
We went to see Evil Grandmother for lunch. Anna's Uncle Phil and Aunt Debbie were there too. Anna and her uncle had a blast comparing applications on their new Droid phones (Anna found a really sweet guitar application that lets you play the phone like an acoustic guitar). Evil Grandmother declared that, "Tiger Woods really blew his wad, didn't he?" Aunt Debbie just said, "You could put it that way."
Evil grandmother gave Anna's father and me one of those Jupiter Jacks. I just kind of laughed to myself.
Sarah and her boyfriend came by later on Christmas. We gave Sarah a little hand purse made from a recycled sari and a book on the history of farting. We gave her boyfriend a flashlight. He was really excited to get presents (his family is Jewish, and I think this might have been his first Christmas).
Sarah made a cheese ball. We ate it.
I tried to call my family on Christmas. I got my mom. My brother and sister wouldn't answer their phones, and my dad never has his on.
On Christmas Eve, I passed out a bag with a chocolate cookie, a couple pieces of peppermint bark, and a card to all the residents. I hope nobody choked.
The Donkeys playoff possibilities make me want to cry.
Our friend Jennifer is staying at Anna's parents' house with her boyfriend. They are both in the Army. They are here for the last week of their Christmas leave. Sunday night we went to BW3s to watch the Donkeys continue to make a mess of themselves (if you will all recall, I said several weeks ago that they would finish no better than 9-7, which is only two more wins than my predicted 7-9 at the beginning of the season). And none of this will be enough to get McDaniels canned.
Later that night, in a haze of post-Denver-loss depress, we all tried to teach Jennifer euchre. She spent the first half of the game playing games on her phone at the same time. Each hand she would ask Anna (my partner) what she should do. We spent most of the game looking at her in disbelief.
People who don't read this blog: Jennifer
I'm glad Jennifer doesn't read this blog. We haven't told her about it, mostly because it's just too easy to say mean things about her here, and we wouldn't want to hurt her feelings.
Tuesday, December 22, 2009
Daulton's Last Day
Today was supposed to be Daulton's last day. He didn't show up.
The part finally arrived for the dryer. Now we are back to two working dryers.
I hate the Broncos so much right now. The sight of anything even remotely evocative of them makes me furious.
The kids' program was Sunday. They rocked it. And by "rocked it," I mean that there were some long awkward pauses and scenes completely mixed up and turned around. But by "rocked it," I still mean that they rocked it. No one cares if they make little mistakes. The congregation enjoyed it, I think. They had a couple good laughs too.
Pat came by the office today to give "Lauren" a Christmas/going-away present. I reminded her for the fifty-seventh time that his name is Daulton. Obviously, if you have been paying attention, you realize that Daulton was not here to receive this present. Pat wanted to know if I would see Daulton and if she could leave the gift with me. Her asking me this turned into a twenty minute story that included everything from her husband dying fifty-four years ago, to her daughter dying young, to her seventy pound dog Sheba attacking the mailman, to her poor health, to her husband setting Sheba on fire while attempting to barbeque in the garage.
Between that last paragraph and this one, I removed two loads of laundry from the dryers and switched the two loads from the washers to the newly emptied dryers.
It's almost Christmas. It doesn't feel like it. I still need to get the majority of Anna's Christmas presents.
Speaking of Anna and Christmas. My dear cute little wife is terrible. My mother sent us our presents in a box, with clear instructions for me to wrap Anna's present when it arrived. I did manage to do this, using the supplied gift bag, but because it was in a gift bag, Anna decided it wouldn't do any harm to go through everything she got, including opening a sealed envelope with her name on it. She told me she'd just put it all back and open it again Christmas morning, which of course ruins the whole thing. Essentially, what I am saying is that you should never give Anna a present until you are ready for her to open it.
I will not let Anna even see her wrapped presents from me until Christmas morning.
My mother-in-law's family Christmas party was Sunday afternoon. Anna wasn't feeling up to going, but a few weeks ago, we had agreed to bring bread. I went ahead and made the loaves and went. I don't mind most of Anna's family. Heck, I don't mind all of Anna's family, and I even like a lot of them. In general, I actually kind of like most of the people who were at the party. We made fun of Scott (Anna's cousin) a lot because he just got his wisdom teeth pulled, and he looked ridiculous. We also got to hear about Rachel (Scott's sister) and her trials and tribulations with college basketball and a coach with an anger management problem.
Our kitchen light is dead. The electrician is coming in the morning to fix it and to fix a light switch in Bobbie's apartment and a light in Pat's bathroom.
"I thought about fire in the sky/I thought about fire/I thought about love burning in your eye/I thought about fire" I have a great deal of good music. It's nice to remind myself of that sometimes.
The Rockies have yet to make any noise in trades this offseason. Mostly, they seem to have been working on resigning people. What they need is to get their young hitters to improve their batting averages and their pitchers to pitch under pressure.
Katie walked into my office today and informed me that it hurt to walk because of the calluses on her feet. She then decided it was necessary to show me her callused feet.
People who read this blog: Person who read forty-two entries in one day
Somebody from Western Michigan University spent over three hours reading our blog. I think they found our blog via a friend's blog. Usually, I think it's interesting when strangers read our blog. This time, I just think it's weird and kind of creepy. I wonder what they learned about me. I wonder what it is about this blog that made them keep reading. They probably were just astounded by the precision of my prose and were imagining how sexy I look as I write these entries half (or completely) naked, at my desk.
The part finally arrived for the dryer. Now we are back to two working dryers.
I hate the Broncos so much right now. The sight of anything even remotely evocative of them makes me furious.
The kids' program was Sunday. They rocked it. And by "rocked it," I mean that there were some long awkward pauses and scenes completely mixed up and turned around. But by "rocked it," I still mean that they rocked it. No one cares if they make little mistakes. The congregation enjoyed it, I think. They had a couple good laughs too.
Pat came by the office today to give "Lauren" a Christmas/going-away present. I reminded her for the fifty-seventh time that his name is Daulton. Obviously, if you have been paying attention, you realize that Daulton was not here to receive this present. Pat wanted to know if I would see Daulton and if she could leave the gift with me. Her asking me this turned into a twenty minute story that included everything from her husband dying fifty-four years ago, to her daughter dying young, to her seventy pound dog Sheba attacking the mailman, to her poor health, to her husband setting Sheba on fire while attempting to barbeque in the garage.
Between that last paragraph and this one, I removed two loads of laundry from the dryers and switched the two loads from the washers to the newly emptied dryers.
It's almost Christmas. It doesn't feel like it. I still need to get the majority of Anna's Christmas presents.
Speaking of Anna and Christmas. My dear cute little wife is terrible. My mother sent us our presents in a box, with clear instructions for me to wrap Anna's present when it arrived. I did manage to do this, using the supplied gift bag, but because it was in a gift bag, Anna decided it wouldn't do any harm to go through everything she got, including opening a sealed envelope with her name on it. She told me she'd just put it all back and open it again Christmas morning, which of course ruins the whole thing. Essentially, what I am saying is that you should never give Anna a present until you are ready for her to open it.
I will not let Anna even see her wrapped presents from me until Christmas morning.
My mother-in-law's family Christmas party was Sunday afternoon. Anna wasn't feeling up to going, but a few weeks ago, we had agreed to bring bread. I went ahead and made the loaves and went. I don't mind most of Anna's family. Heck, I don't mind all of Anna's family, and I even like a lot of them. In general, I actually kind of like most of the people who were at the party. We made fun of Scott (Anna's cousin) a lot because he just got his wisdom teeth pulled, and he looked ridiculous. We also got to hear about Rachel (Scott's sister) and her trials and tribulations with college basketball and a coach with an anger management problem.
Our kitchen light is dead. The electrician is coming in the morning to fix it and to fix a light switch in Bobbie's apartment and a light in Pat's bathroom.
"I thought about fire in the sky/I thought about fire/I thought about love burning in your eye/I thought about fire" I have a great deal of good music. It's nice to remind myself of that sometimes.
The Rockies have yet to make any noise in trades this offseason. Mostly, they seem to have been working on resigning people. What they need is to get their young hitters to improve their batting averages and their pitchers to pitch under pressure.
Katie walked into my office today and informed me that it hurt to walk because of the calluses on her feet. She then decided it was necessary to show me her callused feet.
People who read this blog: Person who read forty-two entries in one day
Somebody from Western Michigan University spent over three hours reading our blog. I think they found our blog via a friend's blog. Usually, I think it's interesting when strangers read our blog. This time, I just think it's weird and kind of creepy. I wonder what they learned about me. I wonder what it is about this blog that made them keep reading. They probably were just astounded by the precision of my prose and were imagining how sexy I look as I write these entries half (or completely) naked, at my desk.
Sunday, December 20, 2009
yay kids. :)
Anna.
Welcome to our World
So today was the children's Christmas program at Brown's Corner. They did so well and it was really, really cute. Those kids make me happy that I'm at that church and make me feel lucky to get to be around them every week.
Only a few weeks until I see you, Sara! YAY!
I'm gonna leave you with the words to one of my favorite Christmas songs and one that the kids sang today. Hearing 5 and 6 year old kids sing this sort of made me want to cry. But anyway... Merry Christmas! :)
Welcome to our World
Tears are falling, hearts are breaking
How we need to hear from God
You've been promised, we've been waiting
Welcome Holy Child
Welcome Holy Child
Hope that you don't mind our manger
How I wish we would have known
But long-awaited Holy Stranger
Make Yourself at home
Please make Yourself at home
Bring Your peace into our violence
Bid our hungry souls be filled
Word now breaking Heaven's silence
Welcome to our world
Welcome to our world
Fragile finger sent to heal us
Tender brow prepared for thorn
Tiny heart whose blood will save us
Unto us is born
Unto us is born
So wrap our injured flesh around You
Breathe our air and walk our sod
Rob our sin and make us holy
Perfect Son of God
Perfect Son of God
Welcome to our world
Wednesday, December 16, 2009
HoHoHo
Mike looks just like you would picture Santa (if you were to picture a post-stroke Santa with difficulty talking and requiring a cane). He told me the other day that someone saw him and said, "Hey, Santa." So Mike tells me, "I just said, 'Hohoho.'"
Bobbie wanted $22 in quarters yesterday.
Tomorrow night, one of the girls from Brown's Corner has a band concert. We shall go and loudly cheer her on.
We had our last practice for the Christmas program this evening. It went well. Caed and Noah are awesome as wisemen.
Chief Moses Puddington Chestertonfieldville is currently weaving between my legs trying to catch my hands as I type.
Anna is playing the piano behind me. She's pretty much awesome.
James had a stroke a week or so ago. I didn't mention anything about it because I only heard it as hearsay through Bobbie. James' daughter verified it for me yesterday. I guess he ended up spending about a week in the hospital and only just got home.
Apparently, Sara had a stroke a couple nights ago. Janet came by and told me. I wasn't sure if I should believer her, but Mary (who is good friends with Sara) came by today and updated me on the situation. As it turns out, Sara may or may not have a stroke. The doctors seem to have differing opinions on the subject. They do appear to believe that she'll be fine though.
George wears an emergency I've-fallen-and-I-can't-get-up button. The unit needs to be replaced annually. A technician came by to replace it yesterday, which meant Daulton and I were treated to the sound of George's personal alarm repeatedly sounding, as the tech demonstrated it to him.
We took Daisy to get professionally bathed today. She no longer stinks.
Anna isn't sick anymore.
Daulton gets the hookup here. Monday, Bobbie brought him pizza and a glass of Coke. I ended up having to eat the pizza for Daulton because he didn't actually want it, and he didn't want Bobbie to feel bad.
I baked a pound cake the other night. I think I enjoy cooking more, but there is something relaxing about the process of baking.
Sara came by to see me Monday (before she had her stroke), and she informed me that she had successfully melted one of her stove burner knobs with a frying pan. Now, I just need to figure out where you buy a single dial for a stove.
People: Invisible People
There are most surely invisible people somewhere. If I can imagine an invisible person, an even greater thing than I can conceive (or something like that) must exist right? I'll be those invisible people read this blog, but because they are invisible, their visits are also invisible and are thus not logged for me to see. Hello invisible people. I'm glad you've found the most awesome corner of the internet.
Bobbie wanted $22 in quarters yesterday.
Tomorrow night, one of the girls from Brown's Corner has a band concert. We shall go and loudly cheer her on.
We had our last practice for the Christmas program this evening. It went well. Caed and Noah are awesome as wisemen.
Chief Moses Puddington Chestertonfieldville is currently weaving between my legs trying to catch my hands as I type.
Anna is playing the piano behind me. She's pretty much awesome.
James had a stroke a week or so ago. I didn't mention anything about it because I only heard it as hearsay through Bobbie. James' daughter verified it for me yesterday. I guess he ended up spending about a week in the hospital and only just got home.
Apparently, Sara had a stroke a couple nights ago. Janet came by and told me. I wasn't sure if I should believer her, but Mary (who is good friends with Sara) came by today and updated me on the situation. As it turns out, Sara may or may not have a stroke. The doctors seem to have differing opinions on the subject. They do appear to believe that she'll be fine though.
George wears an emergency I've-fallen-and-I-can't-get-up button. The unit needs to be replaced annually. A technician came by to replace it yesterday, which meant Daulton and I were treated to the sound of George's personal alarm repeatedly sounding, as the tech demonstrated it to him.
We took Daisy to get professionally bathed today. She no longer stinks.
Anna isn't sick anymore.
Daulton gets the hookup here. Monday, Bobbie brought him pizza and a glass of Coke. I ended up having to eat the pizza for Daulton because he didn't actually want it, and he didn't want Bobbie to feel bad.
I baked a pound cake the other night. I think I enjoy cooking more, but there is something relaxing about the process of baking.
Sara came by to see me Monday (before she had her stroke), and she informed me that she had successfully melted one of her stove burner knobs with a frying pan. Now, I just need to figure out where you buy a single dial for a stove.
People: Invisible People
There are most surely invisible people somewhere. If I can imagine an invisible person, an even greater thing than I can conceive (or something like that) must exist right? I'll be those invisible people read this blog, but because they are invisible, their visits are also invisible and are thus not logged for me to see. Hello invisible people. I'm glad you've found the most awesome corner of the internet.
Saturday, December 12, 2009
Illnessocity
Anna's been sick for the past couple days.
We both slept for twelve hours last night. I guess we needed it.
I always get thirsty when I sit down to write these things, but I don't want to get up and lose my flow.
Thursday, I discovered that the furnace for the main part of the building was broken. It didn't too cold in most of the building, but it was absolutely freezing in my office. I called the repairman. He came Thursday, pulled the furnace apart, and informed me that the necessary part wouldn't be in until Monday.
He came back Friday afternoon, to tell me that the part had arrived early.
The heat was back on Friday afternoon.
Anna's father and I tried to go bird hunting this afternoon. Hank got himself whooped when he kept pointing rabbits.
I'm nekkid.
The Broncos are going to lose tomorrow.
There's always a whole bunch of stuff I want to write about, but I start writing and forget it all.
I fed the cats today.
Howie and Chief are both sleeping on the futon behind me.
College wrestling season has returned. This means that the Big Ten Network will now occasionally be showing wrestling. I love this time of year.
I've been trying to do some Christmas shopping for Anna's present. Unfortunately, the things that I know to get her are things on which I should really get her input. I don't want to go buying her the wrong thing.
It seems like every day we get another Christmas card from a resident. It seems like it would save everyone lots of trouble if they all just agreed to not send anybody Christmas cards. Then no one would feel guilty for not sending them, and no one would feel guilted into sending them, and no one would have to act pleased to receive them.
This is not to say that I wouldn't love to receive Christmas cards stuffed with cash from all my faithful readers.
I made chili last night. I made it differently than I typically make chili. This chili had no beans. It also included handfuls of tortilla chips.
For those of you who read this blog and also play Bejeweled Blitz on Facebook, check out my current score and weep. You will never be as awesome as me. Heck, you will never be as awesome as Anna. (It's only a fluke that my score is higher than Anna's, and I'm sure that she'll remedy that quickly).
For those of you who read this blog and have Facebook and don't play Bejeweled Blitz, you should try it and realize how awesome I am. (I am not sure if any of you who read this that aren't already playing Bejeweled Blitz even have Facebook).
For those of you who don't know what Bejeweled Blitz is, be grateful that your life hasn't been sucked into a meaningless vortex of one minute sprints.
I'm using my back massager thing. My back is a little stiff.
This thirst is getting the best of me.
People who read this blog: Person Googling "Kittens in toilets"
I can only assume that this North Carolinian googler is a lady, unless of course it was a guy wanting to see kittens get flushed down toilets, but in that case, he probably should have been more specific. The real question is, "Is our dear North Carolinian reader wanting to see cute kitten videos or wanting to know why her cute kittens are obsessed with her porcelain pooper?" If she is wants to see cute kitten videos, she should just come here so I can punch her in the face for being lame. If she wants to know why her kittens play in the toilet, I can tell her right now that it is because they are retarded. They suffer from what is commonly known as "retarded-kitten-disorder." Other common symptoms include pooping in a litter box and eating food. The only known cure is giving your kittens away on Craigslist to people who aren't concerned that their kittens play in toilets.
We both slept for twelve hours last night. I guess we needed it.
I always get thirsty when I sit down to write these things, but I don't want to get up and lose my flow.
Thursday, I discovered that the furnace for the main part of the building was broken. It didn't too cold in most of the building, but it was absolutely freezing in my office. I called the repairman. He came Thursday, pulled the furnace apart, and informed me that the necessary part wouldn't be in until Monday.
He came back Friday afternoon, to tell me that the part had arrived early.
The heat was back on Friday afternoon.
Anna's father and I tried to go bird hunting this afternoon. Hank got himself whooped when he kept pointing rabbits.
I'm nekkid.
The Broncos are going to lose tomorrow.
There's always a whole bunch of stuff I want to write about, but I start writing and forget it all.
I fed the cats today.
Howie and Chief are both sleeping on the futon behind me.
College wrestling season has returned. This means that the Big Ten Network will now occasionally be showing wrestling. I love this time of year.
I've been trying to do some Christmas shopping for Anna's present. Unfortunately, the things that I know to get her are things on which I should really get her input. I don't want to go buying her the wrong thing.
It seems like every day we get another Christmas card from a resident. It seems like it would save everyone lots of trouble if they all just agreed to not send anybody Christmas cards. Then no one would feel guilty for not sending them, and no one would feel guilted into sending them, and no one would have to act pleased to receive them.
This is not to say that I wouldn't love to receive Christmas cards stuffed with cash from all my faithful readers.
I made chili last night. I made it differently than I typically make chili. This chili had no beans. It also included handfuls of tortilla chips.
For those of you who read this blog and also play Bejeweled Blitz on Facebook, check out my current score and weep. You will never be as awesome as me. Heck, you will never be as awesome as Anna. (It's only a fluke that my score is higher than Anna's, and I'm sure that she'll remedy that quickly).
For those of you who read this blog and have Facebook and don't play Bejeweled Blitz, you should try it and realize how awesome I am. (I am not sure if any of you who read this that aren't already playing Bejeweled Blitz even have Facebook).
For those of you who don't know what Bejeweled Blitz is, be grateful that your life hasn't been sucked into a meaningless vortex of one minute sprints.
I'm using my back massager thing. My back is a little stiff.
This thirst is getting the best of me.
People who read this blog: Person Googling "Kittens in toilets"
I can only assume that this North Carolinian googler is a lady, unless of course it was a guy wanting to see kittens get flushed down toilets, but in that case, he probably should have been more specific. The real question is, "Is our dear North Carolinian reader wanting to see cute kitten videos or wanting to know why her cute kittens are obsessed with her porcelain pooper?" If she is wants to see cute kitten videos, she should just come here so I can punch her in the face for being lame. If she wants to know why her kittens play in the toilet, I can tell her right now that it is because they are retarded. They suffer from what is commonly known as "retarded-kitten-disorder." Other common symptoms include pooping in a litter box and eating food. The only known cure is giving your kittens away on Craigslist to people who aren't concerned that their kittens play in toilets.
Wednesday, December 9, 2009
I Don't Believe in Airplanes
It's very windy and slightly snowy.
Daulton doesn't believe in airplanes because if God intended us to fly, we would fly.
I don't believe in anything man made because if God intended us to have those things, we would have them.
I also don't believe in anything that has anything to do with man making any effort at all because if God intended us to have whatever it is, it would just fall into our lap without our needing to do anything.
Daulton also has very definite beliefs against infant baptism.
Daulton knows everything.
The exterminator was here today. We walked around and sprayed apartments. Bobbie told us that she wanted us to spray around her refrigerator but not around her door, and we definitely shouldn't spray near her potatoes because she didn't want to get poisoned. We didn't see any potatoes.
Mildred wanted me to check her filter tonight because she thought maybe it was blocking the air blowing out of her heater and not allowing her apartment to get warm. It was blazing in her apartment.
Bobbie says that Mildred has Alzheimer's. This doesn't particularly surprise me, but I find it ironic coming from Bobbie, since I am 98% sure Bobbie has Alzheimer's as well.
Bobbie always refers to Beulah as "that one lady over there."
Brown's Corner has a "birthday party for Jesus" tonight. They had a cake. We even sang "Happy Birthday." The cake was good.
Most of the kids weren't there to practice the program, so Anna just worked with the girls who are doing a song on the bells.
While she was doing this, Cade found a slingshot. I found this disturbing because Cade is roughly six and into rodeos and hunting. Destruction seemed imminent. I swiftly confiscated the slingshot and pondered when I became an old fuddy-duddy.
Oddly enough, I'm wearing clothes that don't allow easy access to my underwear. So, guess...
Chief was not very happy with Daisy earlier and kept hissing at her. In turn, Daisy just turned around and started shoving her rear in Chief's face.
Anna's father went to the doctor today to have a potentially cancerous growth removed from his hand. Anna was disturbed by this, mostly because no one told her that it was even happening.
We have this decorative lamp-post sitting on our patio. It's so windy that it gets blown over as soon as I set it back up.
I guess technically, Daisy got her first experience of snow tonight (a couple days ago doesn't count because I didn't let her go near the few remaining patches that quickly melted away). I don't think there was really enough snow on the ground for her to really react to it. I'll let you know what she does when the snow actually accumulates.
We gave Daisy a bath last night.
Chief takes naps in the middle of our Christmas tree. This has resulted in bent branches and a rather disheveled looking tree.
I'd like to give a shout out to Heather, seeing as it is her birthday tomorrow (hopefully this serves as a reminder to her friends, in case they suck at life).
I need to get Anna her Christmas present. I have ideas. I just need to accomplish them. She already got me one and is working on getting me others. This makes me feel guilty. I also realize I should probably get something for my own family members, as well as Anna's family. Aside from my mother, I have no idea what to get anyone of those people (you'd think my dad would be easy for me, but the thing is that, like me, he likes to select his own hunting gear).
I got a letter from Midwest Toxicology Services, informing me that my name had come up for a random drug test. I don't have to do it because I don't work through the union anymore, but for some reason, it's almost tempting to go pee in a cup and prove that I've never taken illigal substances.
Imagine for yourselves that I am describing someone with an air of sarcastic jocularity. Chuckle to yourselves at my witty jabs. Cry to yourselves over the fate of some unfortunate soul, who is about to succumb to some deadly ailment or another. Go away blessed to have experienced this blog.
Daulton doesn't believe in airplanes because if God intended us to fly, we would fly.
I don't believe in anything man made because if God intended us to have those things, we would have them.
I also don't believe in anything that has anything to do with man making any effort at all because if God intended us to have whatever it is, it would just fall into our lap without our needing to do anything.
Daulton also has very definite beliefs against infant baptism.
Daulton knows everything.
The exterminator was here today. We walked around and sprayed apartments. Bobbie told us that she wanted us to spray around her refrigerator but not around her door, and we definitely shouldn't spray near her potatoes because she didn't want to get poisoned. We didn't see any potatoes.
Mildred wanted me to check her filter tonight because she thought maybe it was blocking the air blowing out of her heater and not allowing her apartment to get warm. It was blazing in her apartment.
Bobbie says that Mildred has Alzheimer's. This doesn't particularly surprise me, but I find it ironic coming from Bobbie, since I am 98% sure Bobbie has Alzheimer's as well.
Bobbie always refers to Beulah as "that one lady over there."
Brown's Corner has a "birthday party for Jesus" tonight. They had a cake. We even sang "Happy Birthday." The cake was good.
Most of the kids weren't there to practice the program, so Anna just worked with the girls who are doing a song on the bells.
While she was doing this, Cade found a slingshot. I found this disturbing because Cade is roughly six and into rodeos and hunting. Destruction seemed imminent. I swiftly confiscated the slingshot and pondered when I became an old fuddy-duddy.
Oddly enough, I'm wearing clothes that don't allow easy access to my underwear. So, guess...
Chief was not very happy with Daisy earlier and kept hissing at her. In turn, Daisy just turned around and started shoving her rear in Chief's face.
Anna's father went to the doctor today to have a potentially cancerous growth removed from his hand. Anna was disturbed by this, mostly because no one told her that it was even happening.
We have this decorative lamp-post sitting on our patio. It's so windy that it gets blown over as soon as I set it back up.
I guess technically, Daisy got her first experience of snow tonight (a couple days ago doesn't count because I didn't let her go near the few remaining patches that quickly melted away). I don't think there was really enough snow on the ground for her to really react to it. I'll let you know what she does when the snow actually accumulates.
We gave Daisy a bath last night.
Chief takes naps in the middle of our Christmas tree. This has resulted in bent branches and a rather disheveled looking tree.
I'd like to give a shout out to Heather, seeing as it is her birthday tomorrow (hopefully this serves as a reminder to her friends, in case they suck at life).
I need to get Anna her Christmas present. I have ideas. I just need to accomplish them. She already got me one and is working on getting me others. This makes me feel guilty. I also realize I should probably get something for my own family members, as well as Anna's family. Aside from my mother, I have no idea what to get anyone of those people (you'd think my dad would be easy for me, but the thing is that, like me, he likes to select his own hunting gear).
I got a letter from Midwest Toxicology Services, informing me that my name had come up for a random drug test. I don't have to do it because I don't work through the union anymore, but for some reason, it's almost tempting to go pee in a cup and prove that I've never taken illigal substances.
Imagine for yourselves that I am describing someone with an air of sarcastic jocularity. Chuckle to yourselves at my witty jabs. Cry to yourselves over the fate of some unfortunate soul, who is about to succumb to some deadly ailment or another. Go away blessed to have experienced this blog.
Tuesday, December 8, 2009
First Snow
I took Daisy outside this morning to discover that it had indeed snowed some last night. I have no idea how much we actually got. It was mostly melted by the time I woke up, but apparently, the roads were pretty bad in Indianapolis.
Saturday, Anna's father and I went quail hunting with Hank (the bird dog). Hank chased a few rabbits and never exactly pointed on an actual quail, but each of us managed to bag a quail anyway. It was a good time. We saw four deer. They were taunting me.
Saturday night, Anna and I went to Franklin to see Seabird and The Civil Wars. Sarah was supposed to meet us there, but I guess her boyfriend wanted to play some poker tournament, so they ended up not being able to come. The opening acts were both local bands, that were slightly out of place with Seabird and The Civil Wars. The Holiday was somewhat of a straight up alternative rock type band. They were just alright. News from/for? Verona was kind of a pop-punk alternative emo thing. They were alright for what they were, but that type of music generally annoys me. Anna and I did note that during the Verona band's set, there were a half dozen or so middle aged men and women close to the stage, bobbing their heads to the music. We're fairly confident we witnessed parental support at its finest.
The Civil Wars was astounding. All of Anna's hopes and dreams came true. It took them forever to get set up. The sound guys were having an impossible time getting the piano to play over the main system. It was worth the wait though. When the set started, the guy introduced himself and said that he was from Alabama. Seeing as this was Saturday (the day of the Florida-Alabama game) someone felt it necessary to inform him of the result of the game. This "talking football" became a sad little commentary throughout the rest of the show, as a large number of people in the back just kept talking really loudly, and The Civil Wars would comment on those people still "talking football." They did manage to overcome the adversity though, in order to play a full set, which included a couple really sweet cover songs and some Christmas music.
Seabird was really great as well. The only problem I had with their show was that the sound guys did a poor job balancing the band and at one point, even completely dropped the vocals from the mix.
Sunday, we worked with the kids on the Christmas program, during the morning and evening service.
Between services, I watched the Broncos destroy the Chiefs. This is meaningless because the Chiefs are as bad as any team in the NFL.
The Broncos will in turn get destroyed by the Colts this week.
Howie likes to find a place at the opposite end of the apartment from us and stare at us.
I received an email update from my friend who had self-diagnosed himself with shoulder-hurts-when-I-move-my-neck syndrome. He has indeed succumbed to the disease and has past on from this earth. He is however managing to continue to attend his law school classes in his undead state. He even plans to come and haunt us sometime this coming spring. This is pretty awesome.
I'm thirsty.
Dark blue boxer briefs with light blue horizontal stripes.
My beard is slightly itchy.
People who don't read this blog: the members of Brown's Corner
If they read this blog they would discover how weird we are and probably not let us near their children. This would be sad. Most of the kids at that church are pretty decent, if not downright hilarious.
Saturday, Anna's father and I went quail hunting with Hank (the bird dog). Hank chased a few rabbits and never exactly pointed on an actual quail, but each of us managed to bag a quail anyway. It was a good time. We saw four deer. They were taunting me.
Saturday night, Anna and I went to Franklin to see Seabird and The Civil Wars. Sarah was supposed to meet us there, but I guess her boyfriend wanted to play some poker tournament, so they ended up not being able to come. The opening acts were both local bands, that were slightly out of place with Seabird and The Civil Wars. The Holiday was somewhat of a straight up alternative rock type band. They were just alright. News from/for? Verona was kind of a pop-punk alternative emo thing. They were alright for what they were, but that type of music generally annoys me. Anna and I did note that during the Verona band's set, there were a half dozen or so middle aged men and women close to the stage, bobbing their heads to the music. We're fairly confident we witnessed parental support at its finest.
The Civil Wars was astounding. All of Anna's hopes and dreams came true. It took them forever to get set up. The sound guys were having an impossible time getting the piano to play over the main system. It was worth the wait though. When the set started, the guy introduced himself and said that he was from Alabama. Seeing as this was Saturday (the day of the Florida-Alabama game) someone felt it necessary to inform him of the result of the game. This "talking football" became a sad little commentary throughout the rest of the show, as a large number of people in the back just kept talking really loudly, and The Civil Wars would comment on those people still "talking football." They did manage to overcome the adversity though, in order to play a full set, which included a couple really sweet cover songs and some Christmas music.
Seabird was really great as well. The only problem I had with their show was that the sound guys did a poor job balancing the band and at one point, even completely dropped the vocals from the mix.
Sunday, we worked with the kids on the Christmas program, during the morning and evening service.
Between services, I watched the Broncos destroy the Chiefs. This is meaningless because the Chiefs are as bad as any team in the NFL.
The Broncos will in turn get destroyed by the Colts this week.
Howie likes to find a place at the opposite end of the apartment from us and stare at us.
I received an email update from my friend who had self-diagnosed himself with shoulder-hurts-when-I-move-my-neck syndrome. He has indeed succumbed to the disease and has past on from this earth. He is however managing to continue to attend his law school classes in his undead state. He even plans to come and haunt us sometime this coming spring. This is pretty awesome.
I'm thirsty.
Dark blue boxer briefs with light blue horizontal stripes.
My beard is slightly itchy.
People who don't read this blog: the members of Brown's Corner
If they read this blog they would discover how weird we are and probably not let us near their children. This would be sad. Most of the kids at that church are pretty decent, if not downright hilarious.
Thursday, December 3, 2009
Ring Pop
I had my first Ring Pop today.
Daulton and I put up a Christmas Tree in the Community Room Monday. It's a really nice looking artificial tree. I'm not sure how Karen convinced our management company to spend so much money on a tree.
One of the closets here was piled with all sorts of decorations, so I had Daulton sort through them and pull out any Christmas stuff he found. While he was doing this, Katie and George came and started taking whatever they wanted. Daulton tried to tell them that it wasn't being given away, but Katie is of course deaf, and I'm pretty positive George feigns deafness a great deal. Daulton came and got me, and by the time I got there, George had left, though Katie was still digging through the stuff. I tried to explain to her that it belonged to the apartment complex, but I got tired of yelling, so I just amused myself by watching her make off with St. Patrick's Day table cloths. Daulton was especially peeved that Katie and George found it necessary to make such a mess when they went through those decorations. There were bits and pieces of things everywhere. Apparently, if Katie decided she didn't want something, she would just throw it on the floor.
We've gotten several Christmas cards from residents. I refuse to hand out any until the week before Christmas. This is just way too early.
We had Christmas program practice tonight. The kids are doing a couple of songs with bells. One song is being done as a whole group, using color coded cards. The other song is being done by four girls who are actually reading the music. One of those girls has been on vacation, so I have been pretending to be Ellen and playing the bells. I'm learning that I can't count. Anna and I are both learning that it probably won't go as smoothly as we would like. Two of the girls do a really nice job, but one girl really struggles with her part.
The big group did a really nice job with their bell song, though my ears are still ringing. One boy thought it would be great to smack his bells together.
The repairman came to work on the dryer today. It turns out that the part that is broken is the most expensive part on the machine and the only one that he didn't have with him already. Hopefully the part gets here soon so we can have two running dryers again.
I think I inadvertantly blew a breaker in Mildred's apartment on Monday. I didn't realize this until she called me later that night to tell me half of her apartment didn't have power. It turns out she was exaggerating. It was only her tv and police radio that didn't have power. I flipped the breaker and all was restored.
But five minutes later, there came a knock on my door. Mildred said her phones weren't working. I looked at them. She was wrong. I'm not sure why she thought they weren't.
Five minutes after that, there was another knock on my door. Mildred had locked herself out of her apartment. I let her back in and then went and hid in my bed and plugged my ears.
Chief has been doing his best to destroy our Christmas tree.
People who don't read this blog: Anna's dad
Anna's dad was proud when he learned how to turn off a computer. Now his job is requiring that he use a computer to email estimates and communicate with job coordinators. If it weren't for his job requiring it, he would likely never have learned how to use a computer beyond shutting one down. Anna had to give him lessons on sending emails. She even assigned him homework. I can't imagine he'll ever get adventurous enough to start surfing the 'net on his own.
Daulton and I put up a Christmas Tree in the Community Room Monday. It's a really nice looking artificial tree. I'm not sure how Karen convinced our management company to spend so much money on a tree.
One of the closets here was piled with all sorts of decorations, so I had Daulton sort through them and pull out any Christmas stuff he found. While he was doing this, Katie and George came and started taking whatever they wanted. Daulton tried to tell them that it wasn't being given away, but Katie is of course deaf, and I'm pretty positive George feigns deafness a great deal. Daulton came and got me, and by the time I got there, George had left, though Katie was still digging through the stuff. I tried to explain to her that it belonged to the apartment complex, but I got tired of yelling, so I just amused myself by watching her make off with St. Patrick's Day table cloths. Daulton was especially peeved that Katie and George found it necessary to make such a mess when they went through those decorations. There were bits and pieces of things everywhere. Apparently, if Katie decided she didn't want something, she would just throw it on the floor.
We've gotten several Christmas cards from residents. I refuse to hand out any until the week before Christmas. This is just way too early.
We had Christmas program practice tonight. The kids are doing a couple of songs with bells. One song is being done as a whole group, using color coded cards. The other song is being done by four girls who are actually reading the music. One of those girls has been on vacation, so I have been pretending to be Ellen and playing the bells. I'm learning that I can't count. Anna and I are both learning that it probably won't go as smoothly as we would like. Two of the girls do a really nice job, but one girl really struggles with her part.
The big group did a really nice job with their bell song, though my ears are still ringing. One boy thought it would be great to smack his bells together.
The repairman came to work on the dryer today. It turns out that the part that is broken is the most expensive part on the machine and the only one that he didn't have with him already. Hopefully the part gets here soon so we can have two running dryers again.
I think I inadvertantly blew a breaker in Mildred's apartment on Monday. I didn't realize this until she called me later that night to tell me half of her apartment didn't have power. It turns out she was exaggerating. It was only her tv and police radio that didn't have power. I flipped the breaker and all was restored.
But five minutes later, there came a knock on my door. Mildred said her phones weren't working. I looked at them. She was wrong. I'm not sure why she thought they weren't.
Five minutes after that, there was another knock on my door. Mildred had locked herself out of her apartment. I let her back in and then went and hid in my bed and plugged my ears.
Chief has been doing his best to destroy our Christmas tree.
People who don't read this blog: Anna's dad
Anna's dad was proud when he learned how to turn off a computer. Now his job is requiring that he use a computer to email estimates and communicate with job coordinators. If it weren't for his job requiring it, he would likely never have learned how to use a computer beyond shutting one down. Anna had to give him lessons on sending emails. She even assigned him homework. I can't imagine he'll ever get adventurous enough to start surfing the 'net on his own.
Wednesday, December 2, 2009
Anna.
I just finished the script for the children's Christmas play. It's kind of tricky because I don't know if a couple girls will be there or not, so I may or may not have inserted a few disposable angels. Who knew angels were disposable? I have to keep reminding myself that no matter what happens, people will think this thing is cute just because there are little kids in it. I can't help but want everything to be perfect even though I know it won't be. I like that my mom and dad are going to be Mary and Joseph. They don't want to at all, but... I don't know. It's funny. Maybe just to me, but whatever.
I did get the opportunity to put my mad theory skills to work. We got these color coded handbells for the kids to play, and I have these chord cards that are color coded, too. So if I hold up a card that is red, green, and blue (or whatever), the kids end up playing a C major card. It's cool. But I had to figure out the chords to Silent Night. I did manage to find a really cool recording of it (thanks iTunes!), but it was cool because it had funky chords. Which I had to decode. Which I did. Yay. So then Hehoff and I had to practice our choreographed card dance. OK, so we're really not dancing. But it kind of feels like it sometimes.
I spent all day with my momma. It was fun. We shopped. And bonded. And then we watched Christmas cartoons. I'm a fan.
Saturday, my sister, Hoffer, and I are going to go to Franklin to see The Civil Wars and Seabird. I'm really excited. The Civil Wars are now one of my favorite bands... Right up there with The Swell Season. They're very similar, actually.
What else? Not much else. Goodnight.
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