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.