Joel! Guess what Geoffrey is playing on the 4th! Give up? ...He's playing "God of our Fathers."

I hope that makes your whole entire week. :)

Pretzels

I'm blogging while I wait for the pretzel dough I'm making to finish rising.
I am blogging in clothes for once.
Camouflage Taz boxers.
I don't even remember the last time I updated you, my faithful readers, on anythings. I'm also too lazy to go read my last post. So instead of trying to fill you all in on these last couple chaotic and painful weeks, I will just pretend like they never happened, and they will forever be a void in history.
Troy Tulowitzki broke his wrist. That sucks. He had finally started hitting for power, and now we are having to fill his spot with Jonathan Herrera, who hasn't shown much in the way of hitting prowess.
I like Starburst candy.
Cade came over yesterday. He took a nap from 7-11, woke up, and promptly announced to Anna that it might be time for his morning nap. As you can probably guess, he did not go back to sleep. Instead, he spent most of the rest of the day terrorizing Daisy (or Poop Face, as I like to call her).
I need to stop eating these Starbursts.
Anna's father is about to enter into "shutdown" at his place of employment, which means he'll be working seven twelve hour days for a month or two. The first Sunday that he will miss for this happens to be July 4th, and he has asked if I would be willing to give the sermon that morning. I said I would. I don't really care that that day happens to be my birthday, but what I am worried about is it being the 4th and not knowing what expectations the congregation has for a patriotic sermon.
That reminds me. I need to dig out my trumpet. I said I'd play the National Anthem on the 4th.
Anna signed up to answer questions for a text message and phone based question answering service. She gets paid $.02 per question she answers, but on a good night, she can answer a thousand questions. Sometimes I sit with her while she does it, and we laugh at the ridiculous things people ask.
Bobbie likes to lean against the door at the end of the hallway and watch the vegetable stand across the road.
I still feel like Poop Face is a completely different dog now that she has gotten a haircut.
I think we'll go over to Anna's parents' tonight and bring some of these pretzels that I'm making. Anna wants to go swimming. I'm allergic to swimming and water in general.
The latest forecast says it's supposed to reach 97 degrees tomorrow. We'll probably take Cade over to Anna's parents' to swim. Remind me to put sunscreen on the little bugger (though to look at him after his vacation to South Carolina, I doubt his parents worried too much about sunscreen themselves).
People who read this blog: Someone near Florrisant, CO.
I'm seeing a few hits from a wireless connection out of Florrisant, Colorado. I've been through Florrisant. Quite frankly, I'm surprised it's capable of having wireless internet, but in any case, I have a sneaking suspicion this might actually be our friend Kendra, who is currently vacationing in Colorado. Kendra, if that's you, I'd like to say howdy. And then you die.

Anna here.

This morning I thought I heard birds outside my window. It was lovely! Until I realized that the "birds" I was hearing was really some funky sound my nose was making when I breathed in.

Awesome.

One Year

It has been one year since I took this job.
I have a cold.
Anna hurt her back.
Chief Moses Puddington Chestertonfieldvillefordburg is still rotten.
Howie is still awesome.
Daisy smells.
The Rockies have a better record right now than they did a year ago.
No one has died at the apartment since I took this job. I hope that trend continues.
George told me Katie needed something today, but I couldn't understand what. I went to see Katie. Her garbage disposal wasn't working. I hit the reset button and turned it on. It made a terrible noise. I got a flashlight. I found a piece of what appears to be porcelain in the disposal. At first, I was afraid it was a tooth (did I ever mention that when Pearl moved out of her apartment last summer, I found a tooth in one of the kitchen drawers?).
Darbie is done for the summer. In the fall, she will go back to regular school.
On Friday, Phyllis introduced us (Anna, Darbie, and me) to her brand new great-great-grandchild. Yes, you read that right. I said great-great-grandchild. Phyllis is 69.
I'm watching "Deadliest Catch" at the moment, and I can't decide if I'm reading significance into the editing of the show because I know that Captain Phil died or if the show was edited with his imminent demise in mind.
I'm moving towards the snotty portion of my cold. My eyes are starting to water as the snot leaks out of my nose.
I made chicken fingers tonight.
Memorial Day weekend was awesome because I got to watch not one but two Rockies games on the MLB network (including Jimenez' complete game shutout of the Giants).
The church held a fish fry on Sunday night. The fish was tasty. People brought tasty side dishes. The kids are funny. I enjoyed myself (as much as I could due to the cold I could feel coming).
Since I mentioned "Deadliest Catch," I feel I should assure my faithful readers that I am not one to delude myself into thinking I could do that job. I know I couldn't. I value sleep way too much and function way too poorly without it.
Anna's parents went horseback riding yesterday. I think they had a good time. Unfortunately, when they were finished riding and ready to head home, they made the sad discovery that their truck had broken down. This led to Anna's father spending the night in the park with the horses and spending all day today fixing his truck.
Bobbie knocked on the door this afternoon wanting $25 in quarters. I told her I would give them to her tomorrow.
I'm kind of thirsty. Fortunately, I replenished my supply of AriZona Pomegranate Green Tea. Unfortunately, I don't have a mini-fridge by my computer.
Good night, faithful readers.