Thursday, July 29, 2010

Football season! Football season! Wherefore art thou, Football Season?

I don't actually want it to be football season yet. I know that the Broncos will just be terrible and depress me. But the Rockies are doing an excellent job of depressing me at the moment.
I had to replace the light fixture in Katie's living room ceiling. The changing of the fixture itself isn't hard, but Katie's apartment makes it torture. Please, recall with me that Katie does nothing but smoke all day long. Then picture that in combination with an apartment in which she refuses to use her air conditioner. I'd be willing to bet the air was 90 degrees near the ceiling. And she sat there the whole time, smoking a cigarette and watching me stifle.
Cade was jumping up and down on the couch on Monday. Anna told him to stop. He did it one more time, landed awkwardly on a pillow, and fell into the couch, slightly twisting his arm. He claimed he broke it. Except, he didn't start crying until after he realized Anna and I weren't going to act concerned about it. Once he did start crying, he stopped every time we looked away from him, but if he caught us glancing his direction, he screwed up his eyes and started making faces like he was dying. When his mother picked him up, he asked to be taken to the doctor. She just told him the doctor's office was closed.
I'm slightly stinky right now.
We've been trying to get the various problems with our car repaired. Today, we were going to have Anna's father replace a part that the auto-parts store suggested we try. Anna's father and I looked for awhile, and we could not figure out where this part was supposed to go. Anna's parents had to go to church, so I went to shut the hood, and it didn't shut all the way. I tried to open it. It wouldn't open. Anna's father tried to pry it with a crowbar. It wouldn't budge. He had to leave for church of course. So I continued on without him. I spent over half an hour pulling and pounding and jerking and prying and screaming and praying at that thing without it moving at all. Finally, I laid my face right on the hood, uttered one last desperation prayer, and pulled again on the release latch. It popped free instantly, and the hood opened right up.
While we were at the in-laws, waiting for them to get back from church, Anna's father's cell kept ringing. It was Anna's grandmother. She wouldn't quit calling, but there was no way on earth we were going to answer. She even tried calling Anna's phone. She did finally leave a voice mail on Anna's phone, and now we have discovered that we are eating dinner at her place on Friday night. Yay. And by 'yay,' I mean 'boo.'
Anna has a substitute teacher meeting tomorrow morning.
I'm getting hungry again.
We had Poop Face at the in-laws' place the other day to burn some energy, and when we let her inside, we found her to be absolutely covered with burs. I think she still has them tangled in her beard and around her paws. She looked ridiculous.
Last week, we took Cade to the in-laws' pool so he could swim. While he was swimming, I killed 27 horse flies with a broom.
The grass is getting very brown.
My right ear canal is starting to itch, but I don't want to remove my headphones to scratch it.
Red.
A new Best Buy opened up here. That's cool. It means I won't have to drive up to Greenwood to find a lot of the CDs I want.
Yes, I do still buy CDs. I want something physical to hold while I listen to an album for the first time. I want to see the artwork. I want to try to figure out the band's intent. I don't want to just download it and add it to another playlist.
I want Chinese food.
My chin itches.
Goodnight, minions.

Thursday, July 22, 2010

Hammer Time!

Cade can spend hours on end screaming. I'm not exaggerating. I sit in the office and listen to him scream the entire time I am there. Poor Anna has to listen to this up close.
Katie gets Meals on Wheels delivered everyday. The other day the guy was handing her her bag in front of the office, and she looked at it and said that it wasn't the right one. The guy asked her if that was her last name on the bag, and she said 'no.' Then she took the bag into the office and showed me. Sure enough, her last name was printed plain as day on the bag. I knew she was illiterate. I did not know that she could only recognize her name if both the first and last name were present.
Last Friday, Anna and I went to Cincinnati to watch the Rockies play the Reds. Before the game started, we heard the public address announcer mention that MC Hammer was there. I didn't really pay attention to what all he said about him, but I thought that that was kind of weird and cool. Anna leaned over to me and said that all she wanted was to hear MC Hammer sing "Take Me Out To The Ballgame," and sure enough, when it came time for the seventh inning stretch, Hammer was there leading the stadium in song. We laughed and thought that was pretty cool, and then we heard that not only would there be a fireworks show after the game because it was a Friday night, but MC Hammer would have a concert after the game as well. Yeah, it was that awesome. I had never in my life imagined I'd go to a ball game and get to see "U Can't Touch This" and "Too Legit to Quit" performed live (Sara, I could only think of you as I watched him do his famous dance movies). The fireworks were pretty sweet as well. As Anna said, there were four or five times when we thought "surely this must be the finale" and would have gone away very impressed, but they just kept going.
The problem with me become terrible at updating this blog is that I always forget all the good stuff I have to write about. Now it will never be remembered and is disappearing into nothingness.
I don't know what to tell you, my faithful readers. I fail.
I have started doing the same question answering service as Anna, and I keep wanting to end all of my statements with the sign out phrase I use on there. It bothers me.
Chief is bad.
Howie is good.
Poop Face smells like poop.
I killed 27 horse flies today. I used a broom.
Red.
I picked up the new Haste the Day and Norma Jean albums. I am disappointed with Haste the Day, but I really like the new Norma Jean.
Speaking of music, I occasionally like to do those silly Facebook quizzes where you put your music library on shuffle and click next to answer all the questions. Here are mine from today:

Will I get far in life?
-Embraced, Point of Recognition

How do my friends see me?:
-Breathing Murder, Living Sacrifice

Where will I get married?:
-Under Lock and Key, MxPx

What is the story of my life?:
-Skin Shed, Argyle Park

What is/was high school like?:
-Bring the Heat, Disciple

How can I get ahead in life?:
-On Legendary, Further Seems Forever

What is the best thing about me?:
-Cult of She, He is Legend

How is today going to be?:
-It's Hard Not to Shake With a Gun in Your Mouth, Zao

What is in store for this weekend?:
-Distorted, Living Sacrifice

What song describes my parents?:
-Per Te, Josh Groban

my grandparents?:
-Angry Sunset, Crash Rickshaw

How is my life going?
-Mad World, Gary Jules (Donnie Darko soundtrack)

What song will they play at my funeral?:
-A Mad Russian's Christmas, Trans-Siberian Orchestra

How does the world see me?:
-Trip the Land-mine, Trenches

Will I have a happy life?
-Ambient Diablo, Narcissus

What do my friends really think of me?:
-For you, Staind

How can I make myself happy?:
-Family System, Chevelle

What should I do with my life?:
-Beat the Devil, Rackets & Drapes

Will I ever have children?
-Revolution, P.O.D.

What is some good advice?:
-Bloodsucker Pt. 2, As Cities Burn

What is my signature dancing song?:
-Emerge, Living Sacrifice

What do I think my current theme song is?:
-Forevermore, Spoken

What does everyone else think my current theme song is?:
-Company Car, Switchfoot

NOW! Pick 10 friends and the next ten songs will be for them!

Friend 1: Anna - The Flame that Guides Us Home, Demon Hunter

Friend 2: Jana - Something We Can't Be, Project 86

Friend 3: Sara - Hymn A L'Amour, Josh Groban (weird)

Friend 4: Heather - No Grave Concern, Living Sacrifice

Friend 5: Andi - Oh Lonely Grave, Maylene & the Sons of Disaster

Friend 6: Bob - Pink Maggit, Deftones

Friend 7: Jon - Screams of the Undead, Demon Hunter

Friend 8: Christopher - Get Out, Rod Laver

Friend 9: Jeremy - Police Truck, Dead Kennedys

Friend 10: Kendra - Swarming Spirits, Tourniquet

I know Bob and Christopher and perhaps Jeremy don't read this blog, but they may have seen this on Facebook. Anyway, I know there are two people who read this blog regularly who aren't on Facebook, and I think they deserve songs too.

Friend 11: Joel-The Hand, The Furnace, The Straight Face; Project 86

Friend 12: Aimee-Toreador II, Apocalyptica

I don't have much else to say. Goodnight.

Thursday, July 8, 2010

July 5th and 6th

I made pretzels again last night. I guess they were a sort of anniversary present thing to me. I don't know what Anna got.
My mom was here for a little over a week. Her brother (who lives two hours from here, in Dayton, OH) had surgery a couple months ago and hasn't been doing well. My mom went back and forth a few times. Unfortunately, she decided she should be here for the 4th of July, so she could hear my sermon. She actually videotaped it without my knowledge. Then she had the audacity to burn dvd copies for my my uncle, grandfather, and father-in-law. I am ashamed.
Poop Face stinks again.
Anna and I saw Toy Story 3 this afternoon. It was very enjoyable. We also discovered that the local theater now has five dollar tickets all day, Mon-Thurs. We will certainly take advantage of this fact.
We set off our fireworks on Monday night after the fireworks stands started dropping prices on all their inventory.
Anna got me a subscription to HM magazine for my birthday. Conveniently enough, my first issue happens to have been the 25th anniversary issue for the magazine. It came complete with a "Top 100 Christian Rock Albums" list. The thing about such lists is that they are guaranteed to upset people. I understand that. But I will still allow myself to be upset by the inclusion of bands such as Flyleaf, Family Force 5, and Pax217. These are low points in Christian music, not high points.
For our anniversary, Anna got a me a Colorado Rockies shirt. I have decided it is lucky. I was wearing it on Tuesday night, when the Rockies won after being down six runs in the bottom of the 9th. I about pooped myself.
Why do you people still read this thing? I've been terrible at updating? You sicken me with your sick fascination with my sick sense of humor. I think I'm going to be sick.
Blue.
My wrist hurts.
People who live here: #117 Patsy
Patsy just moved in last week. Somehow she managed to lose her apartment keys between signing the lease and actually trying to get moved in to her apartment. She still hasn't found them. Patsy is missing half of her teeth. And by "half of her teeth," I mean that Patsy appears to only have teeth on the left side of her mouth. Patsy is a talker. She gives fifteen minute stories to answer a "yes or no" question. I can tell that her family and friends are well aware of this because when they have been around I have noticed them attempting to give quick answers before her and head her off before she gets going. It never works. She has to say was she started saying. There is no way around it.