My mom decided that it would be a good idea to have surgery without letting me know until the last minute. I think she's alright though.
Howie and Chief were fighting and squalling like...well...cats earlier.
Anna's cold has gotten really nasty. I doubt she is going to church tomorrow.
I just finished making dirt pudding for tomorrow's children's church.
I have so much snot right now, but so far it has remained clear and not green and gross. I just don't want to end up with a sinus infection.
I am highly disappointed in the performance of the U.S. at these Olympics. I see no reason why we should not have won the gold medal in every event, and in those events where we could have multiple entrants, I see no reason why we shouldn't have won every medal available.
I have certain rules when it comes to rooting for Olympic athletes. The first rule is that I always root for the U.S. first (Unless it's the U.S. men's basketball team. I hope they die.). I will never root for the Russians, Chinese, Japanese, or Koreans. I will only root for Canadians if they have a really really really good sob story (i.e. I rooted for Joannie Rochette but no other Canadian). If there is an instance of any of those countries battling against each other, I do not choose favorites. Instead, I pray that they all wipe out spectacularly. In the case of U.S. verse U.S., I tend to root for anyone from Colorado and then the mountain states and then the red states and at last resort, the blue states. If all else fails, I root for the biggest underdog.
I really am going to miss the Olympics when they are done. It feels very much like the day after Christmas.
One of the girls from church had a science fair on Friday. She wanted Anna and me to come see it. We went. She made some sort of crazy goo thing. She won first prize.
I need to shower before I head off to bed.
Dirt pudding calls for gummi worms. I love gummie worms. Hopefully, I can stay away from them long enough for the kids to have enough to make their pudding cups.
Saturday, February 27, 2010
Monday, February 22, 2010
Colds
I think Anna and I are both coming down with colds.
Anna's birthday was Saturday. I gave her a birthday card about an old guy picking his nose.
Daisy ate one of Anna's flip-flops, one of my dress shoes, and one of Anna's boots. She's been a bad dog.
I saw Living Sacrifice on Wednesday night. They were very good. War of Ages was good. Everyone else ranged from just mediocre to downright awful.
For Anna's birthday, we picked up some ice cream from Cold Stone and had pizza with her parents.
On Sunday morning, we had the kids make sand-art animals. We were terrified that it would make a big mess, so we bribed them into cleaning it all up when they were done.
I got a new cell phone. It's a HTC Droid Eris.
Snot keeps pouring out of my left nostril.
I had to fix Mike's toilet on Friday. The flap-valve wasn't sealing and water constantly ran out of the tank and into the bowl. As a result, every few minutes the tank level would lower enough that the tank would have to refill. This meant that Mike was hearing the toilet filling all night long. It only took me about fifteen minutes to fix his toilet, though ten of that was spent trying to adjust the new valve seal so it was in exactly the right spot.
Katie came to the office right at closing time today and told me that her toilet was producing black water. I held my breath as I entered her apartment to examine her toilet. I flushed it a couple times. I looked in the tank. All I could see was that her toilet bowl was incredibly dirty.
I'm watching this ice dancing stuff. This is one of those sports about which I must profess complete ignorance. I just don't know how one pair can be compared against any other if they aren't performing the exact same dance to the exact same music.
I think it's funny when the commentators for the Olympics talk about the work ethic of the various Asian competitors. Call me racist, but aren't they executed if they don't win gold? It's common knowledge that the Chinese essentially kidnap all their athletes as young children and hold them captive while they train for competition.
This British ice dancing pair is skating to a remix of "Crawling" by Linkin Park. Do you find that out of place?
"George's wife was a good Christian woman. If she saw what he was doing, she'd roll over in her gra... wait, she was cremated, wasn't she?" Bobbie said that to Mildred the other day. I think it's hilarious.
Anna's birthday was Saturday. I gave her a birthday card about an old guy picking his nose.
Daisy ate one of Anna's flip-flops, one of my dress shoes, and one of Anna's boots. She's been a bad dog.
I saw Living Sacrifice on Wednesday night. They were very good. War of Ages was good. Everyone else ranged from just mediocre to downright awful.
For Anna's birthday, we picked up some ice cream from Cold Stone and had pizza with her parents.
On Sunday morning, we had the kids make sand-art animals. We were terrified that it would make a big mess, so we bribed them into cleaning it all up when they were done.
I got a new cell phone. It's a HTC Droid Eris.
Snot keeps pouring out of my left nostril.
I had to fix Mike's toilet on Friday. The flap-valve wasn't sealing and water constantly ran out of the tank and into the bowl. As a result, every few minutes the tank level would lower enough that the tank would have to refill. This meant that Mike was hearing the toilet filling all night long. It only took me about fifteen minutes to fix his toilet, though ten of that was spent trying to adjust the new valve seal so it was in exactly the right spot.
Katie came to the office right at closing time today and told me that her toilet was producing black water. I held my breath as I entered her apartment to examine her toilet. I flushed it a couple times. I looked in the tank. All I could see was that her toilet bowl was incredibly dirty.
I'm watching this ice dancing stuff. This is one of those sports about which I must profess complete ignorance. I just don't know how one pair can be compared against any other if they aren't performing the exact same dance to the exact same music.
I think it's funny when the commentators for the Olympics talk about the work ethic of the various Asian competitors. Call me racist, but aren't they executed if they don't win gold? It's common knowledge that the Chinese essentially kidnap all their athletes as young children and hold them captive while they train for competition.
This British ice dancing pair is skating to a remix of "Crawling" by Linkin Park. Do you find that out of place?
"George's wife was a good Christian woman. If she saw what he was doing, she'd roll over in her gra... wait, she was cremated, wasn't she?" Bobbie said that to Mildred the other day. I think it's hilarious.
Tuesday, February 16, 2010
Mardi Gras
I told Anna yesterday that it was starting to look like Grand Rapids outside. Usually I don't have a problem with snow, but I'm getting sick of having to clear it off the sidewalks every day so the old people can go do whatever stuff old people do.
The snow was bad enough on Monday that Anna's dad actually stayed home from work. It seems like it was probably a wise choice because it would seem that everyone else in that area ended up wrecked or stuck.
I've been watching the Olympics whenever I get the opportunity. Since I only get to see most of the sports once every four years, I don't really know that much about them, and I am occasionally surprised by certain elements. For example, I had no idea that ski jumping required judges to give "style" points. Why on earth would ski jumping need style points? Isn't the whole point just to see who can jump the farthest?
I don't know how to feel about certain sports. There are elements that I find really exciting, but they also seem equally frustrating. Short track speed skating and snowboard cross are perfect examples. Did anyone watch Ohno and that other U.S. guy win silver and bronze in the first short track distance? If you did, you know that the only reason they medaled was because one of the Koreans in front of them took out one of his own teammates. How would you feel if you won a medal only because someone fell and took out another person on his way down? Snowboard cross is very similar. It just depresses me that it's so easy for the results to be determined by someone getting in another person's way.
Anyone else think Dick Button just seems like a cranky old man?
There are certain sports that I cannot watch at all. In the Olympics (Summer and Winter), those sports include hockey and tennis. I can watch curling, badminton, or whatever. But hockey and tennis bore the pants off of me. The thing is, even I don't really know why I can't stand hockey. It seems like the perfect man sport. It's fast and violent. Teeth get knocked out and blood gets spilled. And I can't watch more than a minute of it without falling asleep.
Our furnace quit yesterday. The repairman came today and fixed it. Daisy hid in her bed while he was here. She didn't even come out after he left.
Living Sacrifice is in Indy tomorrow. I hope the roads are decent enough to travel.
Have a merry third day of the week dedicated to consuming everything tasty before you start depriving yourself of everything tasty for the next several weeks.
I am going to be honest here for a second and say that whenever I hear about people giving up things for Lent the first thought that pops into my head is "sucka!"
I guess this means that tomorrow everyone will be walking around Calvin's campus with a cross of ash on his or her forehead. I never pay attention to Lent or Ash Wednesday, so it always threw me off when the first person walked into class with a dirty forehead.
Having the Olympics in Canada means we have to keep hearing all this insufferable propaganda from celebrities about how great Canada is. As someone so succinctly tweeted, "Finding out a celebrity is Canadian is like finding out your girlfriend used to be a dude." I was thinking it was more along the lines of finding out you are adopted, but that works too.
Anyone else think it's strange that the men's and women's luge starting points are different? I, for example, understand having a women's tee in golf because most women simply can't hit the ball as far. So what are you trying to say? Women can't slide down a hill as far? I'm pretty sure gravity keeps working, regardless of gender.
I realize this is disgusting, and if you are easily disgusted, skip over to the next paragraph. Tonight, my farts smell like tacos. There's a distinctly cumin aroma.
The ignitor blew out on our furnace. The repairman showed me the old one, and I guess it's just like a giant toaster coil, designed to ignite the gas in the furnace. Apparently, they last five to seven years. This means that I am about to have a whole wave of furnace failures.
People who read this blog: Colorado Springsians
There are two people who keep reading this blog from Colorado Springs (well, one shows up as being from Fountain, but if you know the area then you know it's essentially Colorado Springs). I'm not sure who these people are, though I'm guessing I do actually know them. I don't think they are family members because Kirsten is allergic to technology, Christopher is allergic to caring about anything, and my parents (hopefully) don't know this blog exists. Mostly, I'm just can't really think of anyone still in the Springs who cares enough about my life to make the effort to see what I'm up doing. Identify yourselves, you creepers you. Show me your hands. Now get out of the car and lie face down on the ground. Hands behind your back. Do it now. (You really did it didn't you?)
The snow was bad enough on Monday that Anna's dad actually stayed home from work. It seems like it was probably a wise choice because it would seem that everyone else in that area ended up wrecked or stuck.
I've been watching the Olympics whenever I get the opportunity. Since I only get to see most of the sports once every four years, I don't really know that much about them, and I am occasionally surprised by certain elements. For example, I had no idea that ski jumping required judges to give "style" points. Why on earth would ski jumping need style points? Isn't the whole point just to see who can jump the farthest?
I don't know how to feel about certain sports. There are elements that I find really exciting, but they also seem equally frustrating. Short track speed skating and snowboard cross are perfect examples. Did anyone watch Ohno and that other U.S. guy win silver and bronze in the first short track distance? If you did, you know that the only reason they medaled was because one of the Koreans in front of them took out one of his own teammates. How would you feel if you won a medal only because someone fell and took out another person on his way down? Snowboard cross is very similar. It just depresses me that it's so easy for the results to be determined by someone getting in another person's way.
Anyone else think Dick Button just seems like a cranky old man?
There are certain sports that I cannot watch at all. In the Olympics (Summer and Winter), those sports include hockey and tennis. I can watch curling, badminton, or whatever. But hockey and tennis bore the pants off of me. The thing is, even I don't really know why I can't stand hockey. It seems like the perfect man sport. It's fast and violent. Teeth get knocked out and blood gets spilled. And I can't watch more than a minute of it without falling asleep.
Our furnace quit yesterday. The repairman came today and fixed it. Daisy hid in her bed while he was here. She didn't even come out after he left.
Living Sacrifice is in Indy tomorrow. I hope the roads are decent enough to travel.
Have a merry third day of the week dedicated to consuming everything tasty before you start depriving yourself of everything tasty for the next several weeks.
I am going to be honest here for a second and say that whenever I hear about people giving up things for Lent the first thought that pops into my head is "sucka!"
I guess this means that tomorrow everyone will be walking around Calvin's campus with a cross of ash on his or her forehead. I never pay attention to Lent or Ash Wednesday, so it always threw me off when the first person walked into class with a dirty forehead.
Having the Olympics in Canada means we have to keep hearing all this insufferable propaganda from celebrities about how great Canada is. As someone so succinctly tweeted, "Finding out a celebrity is Canadian is like finding out your girlfriend used to be a dude." I was thinking it was more along the lines of finding out you are adopted, but that works too.
Anyone else think it's strange that the men's and women's luge starting points are different? I, for example, understand having a women's tee in golf because most women simply can't hit the ball as far. So what are you trying to say? Women can't slide down a hill as far? I'm pretty sure gravity keeps working, regardless of gender.
I realize this is disgusting, and if you are easily disgusted, skip over to the next paragraph. Tonight, my farts smell like tacos. There's a distinctly cumin aroma.
The ignitor blew out on our furnace. The repairman showed me the old one, and I guess it's just like a giant toaster coil, designed to ignite the gas in the furnace. Apparently, they last five to seven years. This means that I am about to have a whole wave of furnace failures.
People who read this blog: Colorado Springsians
There are two people who keep reading this blog from Colorado Springs (well, one shows up as being from Fountain, but if you know the area then you know it's essentially Colorado Springs). I'm not sure who these people are, though I'm guessing I do actually know them. I don't think they are family members because Kirsten is allergic to technology, Christopher is allergic to caring about anything, and my parents (hopefully) don't know this blog exists. Mostly, I'm just can't really think of anyone still in the Springs who cares enough about my life to make the effort to see what I'm up doing. Identify yourselves, you creepers you. Show me your hands. Now get out of the car and lie face down on the ground. Hands behind your back. Do it now. (You really did it didn't you?)
Friday, February 12, 2010
Everywhere We Look
Jerry didn't come today. School wasn't cancelled. I'm guessing they were making the kids make up for the work they missed the previous couple days.
We've taken to shutting the cats up in the second bedroom at night. Ever since we got back from Florida, they have been going crazy on our bedroom door while we are trying to sleep. It's unsettling to wake up in the middle of the night to a banging on your bedroom door.
I love the Olympics. I love seeing the look on a person's face when they realize they have just won a gold medal. I especially appreciate seeing those people who win gold in a sport where there is only one chance at gold, as opposed to the sports where athletes can compete in multiple distances.
I like the Winter Olympics just because they are the Olympics. I definitely love the Summer Olympics more. Regardless, I will be watching as much Olympic coverage as possible.
Anna likes Curling. I'll DVR it for her.
I'm glad the Olympics are coming because it gives me two weeks of something to care about between football season and baseball season.
Daisy has been extra hyper today.
The kids are going to make Valentine's Day cookies on Saturday and then hand them out after church on Sunday. Hopefully we don't poison anyone we like.
There's a Circle K convenience store down the street from the apartments. I go there occasionally to get a drink. I swear I am the only person who ever goes in there for any reason other than to buy cigarettes and lottery tickets. I don't go into this particular Circle K at night. If I need to go to one, I drive another five minutes farther to a much cleaner and more well-lighted store (yes, for you literary nerds, that was a Hemingway reference).
James' daughter came in today all giddy acting. We had the usual "Hi, how are you today?" exchange (she's typically very ho-hum and subdued). This time she said, "I'm good. I'm really good." Apparently, her boyfriend had just sent her a text asking her to be his Valentine.
I haven't decided yet whether or not to ask anyone to be my Valentine.
My left ear-canal itches, but I'm wearing headphones and don't have any sharp pointy objects at hand. I guess it will keep itching. No one has ever suffered this much and lived.
I've never eaten duck.
I had to go to the Post Office today to pick up a package. I went. I picked up the package. I came home.
Anyone else excited for the Olympics? What's your favorite Winter Olympic event?
Anna's playing the piano behind me. She's cute and talented.
Now the top of my head itches.
Sexy burnt orange spandexy things.
People who read this blog: Mysterious Romanian Visitor
Someone visited the blog from Romania. I don't know how he or she found it. I don't know if he or she can even read English. If he or she can, I probably just confirmed in his or her mind everything he or she ever thought about Americans.
We've taken to shutting the cats up in the second bedroom at night. Ever since we got back from Florida, they have been going crazy on our bedroom door while we are trying to sleep. It's unsettling to wake up in the middle of the night to a banging on your bedroom door.
I love the Olympics. I love seeing the look on a person's face when they realize they have just won a gold medal. I especially appreciate seeing those people who win gold in a sport where there is only one chance at gold, as opposed to the sports where athletes can compete in multiple distances.
I like the Winter Olympics just because they are the Olympics. I definitely love the Summer Olympics more. Regardless, I will be watching as much Olympic coverage as possible.
Anna likes Curling. I'll DVR it for her.
I'm glad the Olympics are coming because it gives me two weeks of something to care about between football season and baseball season.
Daisy has been extra hyper today.
The kids are going to make Valentine's Day cookies on Saturday and then hand them out after church on Sunday. Hopefully we don't poison anyone we like.
There's a Circle K convenience store down the street from the apartments. I go there occasionally to get a drink. I swear I am the only person who ever goes in there for any reason other than to buy cigarettes and lottery tickets. I don't go into this particular Circle K at night. If I need to go to one, I drive another five minutes farther to a much cleaner and more well-lighted store (yes, for you literary nerds, that was a Hemingway reference).
James' daughter came in today all giddy acting. We had the usual "Hi, how are you today?" exchange (she's typically very ho-hum and subdued). This time she said, "I'm good. I'm really good." Apparently, her boyfriend had just sent her a text asking her to be his Valentine.
I haven't decided yet whether or not to ask anyone to be my Valentine.
My left ear-canal itches, but I'm wearing headphones and don't have any sharp pointy objects at hand. I guess it will keep itching. No one has ever suffered this much and lived.
I've never eaten duck.
I had to go to the Post Office today to pick up a package. I went. I picked up the package. I came home.
Anyone else excited for the Olympics? What's your favorite Winter Olympic event?
Anna's playing the piano behind me. She's cute and talented.
Now the top of my head itches.
Sexy burnt orange spandexy things.
People who read this blog: Mysterious Romanian Visitor
Someone visited the blog from Romania. I don't know how he or she found it. I don't know if he or she can even read English. If he or she can, I probably just confirmed in his or her mind everything he or she ever thought about Americans.
Tuesday, February 9, 2010
Winter Storm Warning
We're supposed to get four to eight inches of snow over the next couple days. This means that school will probably be cancelled. School being cancelled means that Anna won't be substituting for the next couple days. This is actually a good thing because it will give her a chance for her shoulder to heal.
I need a shower.
Anna hurt her shoulder swimming last summer. Now whenever she gets stressed, apparently she tenses up really tight, and this causes her shoulder to hurt a great deal.
Anna got stressed on Friday because she was substituting for a class of insane seventh graders who didn't have anything to do and spent the whole time doing what they shouldn't do.
There were fifteen kids in Children's Church on Sunday morning. We had a project planned that involved making stuffed octopuses (yes, that is the correct way to pluralize "octopus") and whales for each of the kids. Fortunately, we always planned for 15 in case something crazy happened. So we had enough stuff, but we didn't have enough time. Some kids will be finishing their critters this coming Sunday.
Anna and I went to the Ark Christian Store today to find some posters to decorate the church basement. Anna actually found two really funny posters summarizing the Old and New Testaments. I happened to find a copy of the new Living Sacrifice album. This surprised me greatly since I couldn't find a single store (Best Buy, Target, Wal-Mart, Family Christian) that even listed the record as existing on its website.
Jerry wrecked on a moped over the weekend. He was trying to tell me how he busted open his ribs. I think by "busted open" he meant "scratched a little." By the way, Jerry also says "aks," and it drives me nuts.
Chief just pooped. It was terrible. Every time these cats poop, I ask myself, "what am I feeding these things?" It turns out the answer is "food." So from now on, I will stop feeding them "food." That should clear up the problem within a few days.
Living Sacrifice will be in Indy in a week and a half. Project 86 will be in Franklin and Cincinnati in March. Maylene & The Sons of Disaster will be in Indy soon as well. Sweet.
I hope Anna's shoulder feels better soon. The pain keeps migrating. I think she makes adjustments in how she holds her arm because of the pain, and that causes other muscles to hurt.
I'm not particularly looking forward to this snow. I used to not care whether it snowed or not, but now I have to clear the sidewalks so the old people don't fall and break their butts.
Katie came by today and said that someone came into her apartment and stole half a package of hot dogs out of her freezer. I don't know whether to believe her or not. A couple weeks ago, she came in accusing Alice of stealing something else equally unlikely out of her apartment, though I can't remember what it was.
I might take a shower before this last load of laundry finishes in the dryer.
Sweet dreams, faithful readers.
I need a shower.
Anna hurt her shoulder swimming last summer. Now whenever she gets stressed, apparently she tenses up really tight, and this causes her shoulder to hurt a great deal.
Anna got stressed on Friday because she was substituting for a class of insane seventh graders who didn't have anything to do and spent the whole time doing what they shouldn't do.
There were fifteen kids in Children's Church on Sunday morning. We had a project planned that involved making stuffed octopuses (yes, that is the correct way to pluralize "octopus") and whales for each of the kids. Fortunately, we always planned for 15 in case something crazy happened. So we had enough stuff, but we didn't have enough time. Some kids will be finishing their critters this coming Sunday.
Anna and I went to the Ark Christian Store today to find some posters to decorate the church basement. Anna actually found two really funny posters summarizing the Old and New Testaments. I happened to find a copy of the new Living Sacrifice album. This surprised me greatly since I couldn't find a single store (Best Buy, Target, Wal-Mart, Family Christian) that even listed the record as existing on its website.
Jerry wrecked on a moped over the weekend. He was trying to tell me how he busted open his ribs. I think by "busted open" he meant "scratched a little." By the way, Jerry also says "aks," and it drives me nuts.
Chief just pooped. It was terrible. Every time these cats poop, I ask myself, "what am I feeding these things?" It turns out the answer is "food." So from now on, I will stop feeding them "food." That should clear up the problem within a few days.
Living Sacrifice will be in Indy in a week and a half. Project 86 will be in Franklin and Cincinnati in March. Maylene & The Sons of Disaster will be in Indy soon as well. Sweet.
I hope Anna's shoulder feels better soon. The pain keeps migrating. I think she makes adjustments in how she holds her arm because of the pain, and that causes other muscles to hurt.
I'm not particularly looking forward to this snow. I used to not care whether it snowed or not, but now I have to clear the sidewalks so the old people don't fall and break their butts.
Katie came by today and said that someone came into her apartment and stole half a package of hot dogs out of her freezer. I don't know whether to believe her or not. A couple weeks ago, she came in accusing Alice of stealing something else equally unlikely out of her apartment, though I can't remember what it was.
I might take a shower before this last load of laundry finishes in the dryer.
Sweet dreams, faithful readers.
Wednesday, February 3, 2010
Dis Be De Title For De Post
"Liberate Te Ex Inferis" is just an incredible album. It's Zao at their prime. Sadly, it's also eleven years old. Why was nearly all the best music made 9-13 years ago?
The door buzzer rang in our apartment not too long ago. I answered and said, "Hello?" I heard "Keep pushing. Push another one. Oh, S*%t. Hello? Push again." I'm fairly certain it was Beulah. She never replied. She just kept pushing buttons until someone buzzed her in.
Jerry wasn't here yesterday. He had to meet with somebody to discuss something. I'm not quite sure who it was or what they were discussing. But whomever it was was not there.
I'm not wearing underwear.
Janet was in the office the other day telling me how much she hated one of George's floozies. I asked her where George finds them, but she didn't know. She did say that one of them was telling George how another "gentleman" offered her $2000 for an hour, but she couldn't stand him long enough to make the money. I just couldn't picture how disgusting this fellow must be if she couldn't stand him, but she can stand George.
Keeping with George's floozies, I saw a new one today. She came about the time I was leaving. I'd say she was roughly my age, and as I walked by George's door, I overheard her saying, "Baby, I've got $20, but I need sixty more. Please. We need to hurry." I just kept walking.
Daisy shredded half a roll of toilet paper on the bathroom floor. When I say half, I mean half. This wasn't like Chief unrolling a roll and shredding it. Daisy attacked this roll like a bone and shredded one side of the thing.
There's a new Living Sacrifice album out. I don't have it yet. I wish I had it. I don't have it because I didn't realize it wasn't going to be in any stores. I hate paying to download MP3s, and I was counting on at least being able to find it in Best Buy. Alas, I am now waiting for it to be delivered from Amazon.
Project 86 announced their March tour dates. They are hitting Franklin, IN and Cincinnati on consecutive evenings. I will be at both. I'm trying to convince Anna to come to at least one.
In other concert news, Living Sacrifice will be in Indianapolis in two weeks. I will be at that one as well.
We gave Daisy a bath today. She knew we were going to give her a bath, and when we called her she ran into her cage and wouldn't come out. I had to drag her out, but she fought so hard that I ended up dragging her cage. Interestingly enough when I did get her into the bathroom, she jumped into the tub of her own accord.
I might get a new pair of headphones soon. I've had this pair since I was a freshman at Calvin. My ears have actually worn holes through the foam padding on the ear pads. The problem is, I got these headphones for $20, and I haven't heard a pair costing lest than fifty that sound as good (in fact I was just looking at reviews, and this set is on a list of the best inexpensive headphones).
I am a little hungry. I would love to gorge myself on Chinese food. Instead, I think I'll settle for writing more meaningless drivel for you fine folks.
Life is depressing when you don't take naps.
I need to trim my toenails. I bought myself my own pair of nail clippers because we had something like three pairs and had lost all but Anna's own pair, and I didn't want to lose hers. But I lost my new pair, and I've been putting off using Anna's.
Valentine's Day is coming up soon. Don't forget your woman, or she might eat your soul.
James fell down yesterday not long after I was finished in the office. His daughter couldn't get him up, so she came to my door and asked if I could help. I laughed in her face and told her to go away (of course I helped). I don't know how long he was on the floor. I don't think he was hurt. I just think he is unable to pick himself off the ground.
People who read this blog: That power plant where we saw the manatees
I won't mention them by name because apparently they have set up the same thing as the Children's Museum. So now I have random power plant employees reading this blog. You know what though, I wonder if they have it set up as a safety and security device? If anyone on the internet were to threaten the plant by name, the plant would know about it. Clever. If you are reading this, I promise to not blow anything up.
The door buzzer rang in our apartment not too long ago. I answered and said, "Hello?" I heard "Keep pushing. Push another one. Oh, S*%t. Hello? Push again." I'm fairly certain it was Beulah. She never replied. She just kept pushing buttons until someone buzzed her in.
Jerry wasn't here yesterday. He had to meet with somebody to discuss something. I'm not quite sure who it was or what they were discussing. But whomever it was was not there.
I'm not wearing underwear.
Janet was in the office the other day telling me how much she hated one of George's floozies. I asked her where George finds them, but she didn't know. She did say that one of them was telling George how another "gentleman" offered her $2000 for an hour, but she couldn't stand him long enough to make the money. I just couldn't picture how disgusting this fellow must be if she couldn't stand him, but she can stand George.
Keeping with George's floozies, I saw a new one today. She came about the time I was leaving. I'd say she was roughly my age, and as I walked by George's door, I overheard her saying, "Baby, I've got $20, but I need sixty more. Please. We need to hurry." I just kept walking.
Daisy shredded half a roll of toilet paper on the bathroom floor. When I say half, I mean half. This wasn't like Chief unrolling a roll and shredding it. Daisy attacked this roll like a bone and shredded one side of the thing.
There's a new Living Sacrifice album out. I don't have it yet. I wish I had it. I don't have it because I didn't realize it wasn't going to be in any stores. I hate paying to download MP3s, and I was counting on at least being able to find it in Best Buy. Alas, I am now waiting for it to be delivered from Amazon.
Project 86 announced their March tour dates. They are hitting Franklin, IN and Cincinnati on consecutive evenings. I will be at both. I'm trying to convince Anna to come to at least one.
In other concert news, Living Sacrifice will be in Indianapolis in two weeks. I will be at that one as well.
We gave Daisy a bath today. She knew we were going to give her a bath, and when we called her she ran into her cage and wouldn't come out. I had to drag her out, but she fought so hard that I ended up dragging her cage. Interestingly enough when I did get her into the bathroom, she jumped into the tub of her own accord.
I might get a new pair of headphones soon. I've had this pair since I was a freshman at Calvin. My ears have actually worn holes through the foam padding on the ear pads. The problem is, I got these headphones for $20, and I haven't heard a pair costing lest than fifty that sound as good (in fact I was just looking at reviews, and this set is on a list of the best inexpensive headphones).
I am a little hungry. I would love to gorge myself on Chinese food. Instead, I think I'll settle for writing more meaningless drivel for you fine folks.
Life is depressing when you don't take naps.
I need to trim my toenails. I bought myself my own pair of nail clippers because we had something like three pairs and had lost all but Anna's own pair, and I didn't want to lose hers. But I lost my new pair, and I've been putting off using Anna's.
Valentine's Day is coming up soon. Don't forget your woman, or she might eat your soul.
James fell down yesterday not long after I was finished in the office. His daughter couldn't get him up, so she came to my door and asked if I could help. I laughed in her face and told her to go away (of course I helped). I don't know how long he was on the floor. I don't think he was hurt. I just think he is unable to pick himself off the ground.
People who read this blog: That power plant where we saw the manatees
I won't mention them by name because apparently they have set up the same thing as the Children's Museum. So now I have random power plant employees reading this blog. You know what though, I wonder if they have it set up as a safety and security device? If anyone on the internet were to threaten the plant by name, the plant would know about it. Clever. If you are reading this, I promise to not blow anything up.
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