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I would like to take this opportunity to point at that even when the Donkeys were 6-0 last year I never wavered in my hatred of Josh McDaniels.
So now we send London two of the worst teams in the NFL for their viewing pleasure.
You have no idea how depressed I am that the NBA season has started.
I honestly wonder if the only reason Josh McDaniels is still in Denver is because Jay Cutler has been so bad in Chicago.
And, as someone so astutely pointed out, why was Kyle Orton still playing in the second half of that game on Sunday? Did McDaniels have him on his fantasy team and needed the points?
Anna got a new job. She has been hired by a national cafe/bakery place that is opening a store in Columbus. She is currently doing her training in Greenwood while the construction is being finished on the new store here. According to Anna, every single one of the employees in Greenwood either has their degree or is working towards it. I think Anna likes the job. I'm going to enjoy the food.
Macy can't pronounce her 'L's. They come out as 'W's.
I'm hungry.
It stormed pretty violently this morning. I heard the tornado sirens going off several times. I was actually surprised that none of the old people were pounding on my door in terror. I guess they were too deaf to hear it. I debated whether or not I should tell them of a coming tornado if one actually seemed imminent. I don't think it would do any good. There isn't any basement to this place. There isn't a safer place to go. It would just scare them.
We're having a 'Reformation Day' party on Saturday night with the kids from church. We'll carve pumpkins. I'm going to make my pumpkin epically awesome. You will be jealous. By the way, it's not really a 'Reformation Day' party, but at this church, we can't call it a Halloween party either.
The hunger pangs are overpowering my will to continue writing.
Gray.
People who read this blog: No one. Ever.
I'm lying. I don't know why you silly people keep coming here, though.
Tuesday, October 26, 2010
Sunday, October 17, 2010
Not with a bang but a whimper
I feel bad for the exterminator. You need a hazmat suit (or at the very least, a gas mask) to enter George and Katie's apartments. When he was here on Wednesday, Katie's apartment was as bad as it has ever been. When she opened the door, I literally had to suppress a gag. I heard the exterminator take a huge breath behind me and then watched his face turn red as he held his breath while spraying Katie's apartment. You cannot understand how bad it is. George was in there with here, and they had obviously been smoking all day. It must have been 80 degrees in there, and the apartment looked like it was in a fog. Our exterminator deserves an award for valor or something.
The Broncos are awful. They make me cry.
Sunday's game is "Orange Sunday," which I suppose might help the fans at the game be more enthusiastic about watching their team flail around like a dying chimpanzee on hallucinogenic drugs. They play the Jets. The "experts" seem to be arguing whether the Jets, Ravens, or Steelers are the NFL's best team. I, however, am not sold on the Jets. I think they are a fluke. Therefore, I give the Broncos a small chance in this game, but this does not mean I think they will win. I'm going to go with a final of 27-20.
I should have posted a prediction for last weeks game. It would have looked awfully close to the final score.
Someone, please kill McDaniels.
I've seen a few deer so far this season. I've passed up three different does so far. They were all on the small side.
Anna is not so secretly delighted each time I come back and report that I have yet to shoot a deer.
I think Chief might have brain damage. He keeps looking at me with his left eye half closed.
Anna has gotten the chance to sub for several different music teachers. She always seems to enjoy it. Sadly though, she hasn't had any awesome stories about horrible children burning down the schools.
George now has a "representative payee" to control his money. He has to have this because all his money somehow ends up in the hands of hookers. He says they steal from him, and yet he lets them come back every month. I think he gives them the money and then won't admit to it. Regardless, he has been appointed a woman to keep his finances in order so that there is money to pay for food and rent. She is mad at me because I told her we couldn't set up an electronic transfer for George's rent.
Last Sunday was pastor appreciation Sunday. They gave us a bunch of candy and a gift card. I didn't realize they thought of us as pastors.
We're trying to write a Christmas program. We're going to have one of the little girls dress up as a young version of one of the guys in the congregation. This will mean full cowboy getup, and I am pushing for her to grow a full beard and a handlebar mustache as well.
I actually showered earlier, so I don't need to shower right now.
Gray.
Howie is rubbing up against my leg. He is plotting my demise.
Anna isn't feeling well tonight. I hope she isn't getting sick.
Anna found some videos on youtube with instructions for do-it-yourself silk-screening, and we are going to make shirts for the kids. We made a couple practice ones. They look pretty decent. We think the kids will like them.
Anna's aunt feel and broke her hip a week ago. She's only a couple years older than my parents. She seems too young to have broken a hip. I can't imagine my parents with broken hips.
Anna likes to point it out when she sees gray hairs in my beard or hair.
The inside of my right ear itches.
Hey guys, that reunion we had the other day was awesome. Jana, I can't believe you did that thing with Bob. I'm so glad we didn't invite Sara. She smells funny.
There were two ladies here the other day to see George. I think they might have been daytime hookers. They were asking him if he wanted to go to a Halloween party. They wanted to dress him up as a pimp.
We went to a high school football game on Friday night. One of the girls from church is in marching band, and we wanted to show our support. It happened to be Anna's alma mater, and we had to make every effort to avoid eye contact with anyone for fear that they would remember her and we'd be caught talking with them awkwardly for hours. On the plus side, the football team actually won which, as I understand it, is a minor miracle.
People who hate on Columbus Day should go die.
Anna came up with this really cool (and slightly creepy) sounding piano line, and she is currently recording it, so she doesn't forget it. Sometimes Howie likes to play along on the piano with her.
Anna is the most metal person I know.
Project 86 is releasing a live album this year. I think that's rather awesome. You should all buy it because you need to spend your money on music you won't like.
Speaking of music you won't like, you should all listen to Norma Jean's album "Meridional." I can't stop.
People who read this blog: Aussie's
Someone from Queensland, Australia found our blog by googling "Hoff's Adventures." I wonder if they were looking for David Hasselhoff. That's creepy. I despise my nickname.
The Broncos are awful. They make me cry.
Sunday's game is "Orange Sunday," which I suppose might help the fans at the game be more enthusiastic about watching their team flail around like a dying chimpanzee on hallucinogenic drugs. They play the Jets. The "experts" seem to be arguing whether the Jets, Ravens, or Steelers are the NFL's best team. I, however, am not sold on the Jets. I think they are a fluke. Therefore, I give the Broncos a small chance in this game, but this does not mean I think they will win. I'm going to go with a final of 27-20.
I should have posted a prediction for last weeks game. It would have looked awfully close to the final score.
Someone, please kill McDaniels.
I've seen a few deer so far this season. I've passed up three different does so far. They were all on the small side.
Anna is not so secretly delighted each time I come back and report that I have yet to shoot a deer.
I think Chief might have brain damage. He keeps looking at me with his left eye half closed.
Anna has gotten the chance to sub for several different music teachers. She always seems to enjoy it. Sadly though, she hasn't had any awesome stories about horrible children burning down the schools.
George now has a "representative payee" to control his money. He has to have this because all his money somehow ends up in the hands of hookers. He says they steal from him, and yet he lets them come back every month. I think he gives them the money and then won't admit to it. Regardless, he has been appointed a woman to keep his finances in order so that there is money to pay for food and rent. She is mad at me because I told her we couldn't set up an electronic transfer for George's rent.
Last Sunday was pastor appreciation Sunday. They gave us a bunch of candy and a gift card. I didn't realize they thought of us as pastors.
We're trying to write a Christmas program. We're going to have one of the little girls dress up as a young version of one of the guys in the congregation. This will mean full cowboy getup, and I am pushing for her to grow a full beard and a handlebar mustache as well.
I actually showered earlier, so I don't need to shower right now.
Gray.
Howie is rubbing up against my leg. He is plotting my demise.
Anna isn't feeling well tonight. I hope she isn't getting sick.
Anna found some videos on youtube with instructions for do-it-yourself silk-screening, and we are going to make shirts for the kids. We made a couple practice ones. They look pretty decent. We think the kids will like them.
Anna's aunt feel and broke her hip a week ago. She's only a couple years older than my parents. She seems too young to have broken a hip. I can't imagine my parents with broken hips.
Anna likes to point it out when she sees gray hairs in my beard or hair.
The inside of my right ear itches.
Hey guys, that reunion we had the other day was awesome. Jana, I can't believe you did that thing with Bob. I'm so glad we didn't invite Sara. She smells funny.
There were two ladies here the other day to see George. I think they might have been daytime hookers. They were asking him if he wanted to go to a Halloween party. They wanted to dress him up as a pimp.
We went to a high school football game on Friday night. One of the girls from church is in marching band, and we wanted to show our support. It happened to be Anna's alma mater, and we had to make every effort to avoid eye contact with anyone for fear that they would remember her and we'd be caught talking with them awkwardly for hours. On the plus side, the football team actually won which, as I understand it, is a minor miracle.
People who hate on Columbus Day should go die.
Anna came up with this really cool (and slightly creepy) sounding piano line, and she is currently recording it, so she doesn't forget it. Sometimes Howie likes to play along on the piano with her.
Anna is the most metal person I know.
Project 86 is releasing a live album this year. I think that's rather awesome. You should all buy it because you need to spend your money on music you won't like.
Speaking of music you won't like, you should all listen to Norma Jean's album "Meridional." I can't stop.
People who read this blog: Aussie's
Someone from Queensland, Australia found our blog by googling "Hoff's Adventures." I wonder if they were looking for David Hasselhoff. That's creepy. I despise my nickname.
Saturday, October 2, 2010
DuhduhduhDEER Season
I mentioned in my last post that I didn't really expect Macy to return (I said this on Tuesday). Well guess what, she was there on Wednesday. She walked in with a lady I didn't recognize, and Macy introduced her to me as her sister. The lady clarified for me that she is Macy's "sister" from Big Brother/Big Sister. She will be having lunch with Macy every Wednesday and walking her over to the apartments after. I now expect that I'll have Macy approximately once a week, on Wednesdays.
Marilyn called me yesterday morning to tell me that I needed to get a repairman for one of the washing machines. She said it was full off suds after she tried to wash her cat bed. I checked on it, and it was indeed full of suds. I figured the best thing to do was to try to wash something else in it to see what happened, so I stuck a dirty blanket in it. It worked just fine. Marilyn must have just gone crazy with her laundry detergent.
Deer season opened yesterday. I saw seven, five does and two bucks. I didn't have a shot at any of them. I didn't see any this morning, but a front was coming in and that often means the deer don't move.
The Rockies have thoroughly demonstrated how much they hate Ubaldo Jimenez. In what could have been the final bright spot in a very disappointing season, they flushed his eight scoreless innings of work today down the drain and said, "we don't want you to win 20 games this year."
I still can't get enough of Norma Jeans' new album "Meridional." It's definitely their best album, and it's the best album I've heard in awhile, period.
Anna wants me to come up with a memory verse for the kids for tomorrow. I'm thinking that Leviticus 11:19, Deuteronomy 25:11-12, or Genesis 38:9-10 would be good options.
I should shower tonight.
Now that it is fall, the beard is making its epic return. My chin is awfully itchy.
Marilyn told me her screen door wasn't closing fast enough. I checked it. It closed fine. She wanted me to fix it. I replaced the hydraulic closer on the door. It closed the exact same way as the old one.
My Bejeweled Blitz score is pretty epic this week. Sara, make sure that Kevin understands that, though he might get the occasional decent score, he will never be as awesome as Anna or I are.
I think Bejeweled Blitz will give me carpal tunnel syndrome.
I'm getting thirsty.
Camouflage Taz.
There's nothing like a technical death metal rendition of "How Great Thou Art" to brighten your evening.
The Donkeys play the Titans on Sunday, in Nashville. If the Donkeys were at home I would give them the edge. If the game was at 4 o'clock, I would give them the edge. But historically western teams do not do well in 1 o'clock games. I honestly think that it's a matter of bio-rhythms. Therefore, I'm going to say that the Donkeys lose 20-17. I don't think they get stomped on. I think they can keep Chris Johnson from doing enough damage to turn it into the blowout some experts are predicting, but there is no way they can get it in the end zone enough against the Titans' defense.
People who read this blog: a Marshall Islander
I have no idea how they found our blog. There wasn't any evidence of them googling anything. They just appeared out of nowhere. Creepy.
Marilyn called me yesterday morning to tell me that I needed to get a repairman for one of the washing machines. She said it was full off suds after she tried to wash her cat bed. I checked on it, and it was indeed full of suds. I figured the best thing to do was to try to wash something else in it to see what happened, so I stuck a dirty blanket in it. It worked just fine. Marilyn must have just gone crazy with her laundry detergent.
Deer season opened yesterday. I saw seven, five does and two bucks. I didn't have a shot at any of them. I didn't see any this morning, but a front was coming in and that often means the deer don't move.
The Rockies have thoroughly demonstrated how much they hate Ubaldo Jimenez. In what could have been the final bright spot in a very disappointing season, they flushed his eight scoreless innings of work today down the drain and said, "we don't want you to win 20 games this year."
I still can't get enough of Norma Jeans' new album "Meridional." It's definitely their best album, and it's the best album I've heard in awhile, period.
Anna wants me to come up with a memory verse for the kids for tomorrow. I'm thinking that Leviticus 11:19, Deuteronomy 25:11-12, or Genesis 38:9-10 would be good options.
I should shower tonight.
Now that it is fall, the beard is making its epic return. My chin is awfully itchy.
Marilyn told me her screen door wasn't closing fast enough. I checked it. It closed fine. She wanted me to fix it. I replaced the hydraulic closer on the door. It closed the exact same way as the old one.
My Bejeweled Blitz score is pretty epic this week. Sara, make sure that Kevin understands that, though he might get the occasional decent score, he will never be as awesome as Anna or I are.
I think Bejeweled Blitz will give me carpal tunnel syndrome.
I'm getting thirsty.
Camouflage Taz.
There's nothing like a technical death metal rendition of "How Great Thou Art" to brighten your evening.
The Donkeys play the Titans on Sunday, in Nashville. If the Donkeys were at home I would give them the edge. If the game was at 4 o'clock, I would give them the edge. But historically western teams do not do well in 1 o'clock games. I honestly think that it's a matter of bio-rhythms. Therefore, I'm going to say that the Donkeys lose 20-17. I don't think they get stomped on. I think they can keep Chris Johnson from doing enough damage to turn it into the blowout some experts are predicting, but there is no way they can get it in the end zone enough against the Titans' defense.
People who read this blog: a Marshall Islander
I have no idea how they found our blog. There wasn't any evidence of them googling anything. They just appeared out of nowhere. Creepy.
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