The Saturday after the HUD audit, Anna and I took a CPR course. She needs it to get her Indiana teacher's license. I don't need it, but we thought it might be useful around all these old people (though the odds of me trying to save their lives might be pretty slim). There were about eleven people in the class. It sounded like most of them were getting their yearly recertification for CPR for their various jobs. We got to play with dummies on the floor. Then we got to take a test. We took the test together. The instructor had the class come up with a consensus answer and then told us if we were all right. Apparently, they figure that if we are paying to take the class there is no need to know whether or not we really understand. So we all passed. And I feel pretty helpless.
On Wednesday and Thursday of the following week, I had to go to Bloomington for a corporate meeting. I had only actually met three people from the company before. Now I was surrounded by eighty or so of them.
The first day was spent with introductions and then a session on fair housing with some representatives from HUD. The ladies from HUD doing the fair housing, combined with the lady from HUD who did the audit, made me pretty convinced you need to suffer some sort of mental retardation to work for the government.
The second day we got bombarded with three ring binders full of forms and verifications and acknowledgements and contracts to sell our souls to the devil. Two whole binders were dedicated to the rules and regulations involved in verifying the income of people seeking HUD subsidy. I don't know what half the stuff means.
For the two days of the meeting, I sat at a table with my boss and four other people who work for her (three property managers, and the assistant to one of the other property managers). David was one of the managers at the table. If I had any doubts about his sexuality after meeting him the previous week, they were all wiped away (or confirmed) when he and the property manager from Kentucky decided that they were long lost twins/soul mates and they should braid each other's hair.
I'm sure I had more to say about the corporate meeting, but I forget it all.
Anna is taking the Praxis in the morning. She'll rock it. She's a smart cookie.
I keep seeing birth and pregnancy announcements on Facebook for girls that I knew in high school. It's still weird to me. I can't imagine having a kid yet.
The Rockies are thoroughly pissing me off.
Heather is getting married in two and a half weeks. That's pretty cool. Colorado is pretty cool. Being in Colorado for this wedding will be pretty cool.
Anna played her penny whistle in church on Sunday while her dad played the harmonica and another guy from church played the guitar. It was so metal.
People who read this blog: Some Israelite
Someone from Jerusalem found this blog by Googling "hands bigger than any man." I'm not sure what this person was looking for, but they found this blog. They are probably now convinced that the Messiah is writing a blog in Indiana. I'll bet they are already trying to rebuild the temple in Jerusalem.
Wednesday, August 18, 2010
Monday, August 16, 2010
Tebowmania
This has been a stressful couple weeks.
As you know, the residents at the property I managed receive assistance from HUD for their housing. This means that we have to follow all sorts of special rules and use special forms and follow special procedure to keep HUD happy. HUD checks up on these things occasionally to make sure that we are living up to their expectations. I don't know how frequently they usually do it, but this property has been around for six years and had never had an inspection...until now.
I found out about the inspection about a week and a half before it happened. I spend the next week freaking out because I didn't know what to expect, and I had never really been trained in the proper handling of any of the paperwork. I figured I was going to get fired for screwing some random thing up.
My boss came down the Monday before the inspection (which was scheduled for a Thursday). She brought with her the property manager, David, who has the same job I do in Indianapolis. She had never been through one of these audits at this type of property, but he had. When they showed up, she seemed all tense and worried, but he was pretty relaxed. He knew the lady who was doing the audit and assured us that she would be easy. This would be her first audit, and everything would be fine. She would just come and look around the property and check some files to make sure we were calculating rent properly. My boss was of the opinion that any first time auditor would be hard because they would go by the book on everything. In either case, they both agreed it should only take a couple of hours.
On a side note, this property manager from Indy is very gay. When he and my boss came down, they decided to go introduce themselves to the new Lieutenants at Corps next door. I happened to see one of the Lieutenants while my boss and David were at lunch. He says to me, "What do you think of that David guy?" I told him that this was the first time I had met him. He replied, "He's a little different, don't you think?"
That Monday, the same day my boss and David came down, Mary moved out of her apartment. Part of the audit involves the HUD inspector looking at all vacant units. I am supposed to turn all vacated units in three days. Anna and her mother generously offered to help me paint this one. I don't know how I would have done it without their help, but together, we were able to get the apartment painted by Wednesday night.
My boss showed up at 8 a.m. the Thursday of the audit, to make sure we had everything together before the scheduled audit time of 9 a.m. Linda, the auditor, showed up on time at 9. She looked like a troll.
Linda had the gait of a penguin, a bald spot, buck teeth, and an air of genuine idiocy about her.
The first thing we did was sit down and go through 24 (I'm serious) pages of questions about operating procedure at the property. As soon as we realized she was asking us about things even my boss had never heard of, we knew we were in trouble.
As it turns out, some new government regulations took effect on the first of August. The government didn't seem to find it necessary to inform anyone.
The day started dragging on. My boss and I would exchange looks of exasperation. My back was killing me from sitting still so long.
At one point, Linda decided she needed to go to CVS for a calculator (I think she planned on checking all the rent calculations right there with us). When she came back, she had her calculator and a disposable camera. She promptly broke the camera by prying the shutter release button off. She couldn't understand why it didn't work. My boss patiently tried to explain to her that the 'flap' should have stayed where it was because it was how you took the picture. Linda didn't believe her. She spent about half an hour trying to make the camera work without the shutter release. I spent about half an hour trying to keep a straight face.
The day was dragging like this blog entry. After five hours, she started telling us she would be done soon. After six hours, she assured us that she was almost done.
After seven and a half hours, Linda finally waddled out to her car and left, but I really think she only did so because my boss made it very clear that she had to leave to pick up her kids from the babysitter.
My boss left at the same time, with a vow to murder David.
I went back to our apartment glad that I hadn't been fired yet.
In other news, today was the Donkey's first pre-season game. This means that it was Tim Tebow's NFL debut. He threw for just over a hundred yards and ran for a touchdown. This means that the media is all excited, and I'm sure that many uneducated Donkey fans are excited as well. I, however, can tell you that Tebow was playing as the third string quarterback against third string defenders. I will not get excited until he wins us a Super Bowl.
The Rockies don't want Jimenez to reach 20 wins. They don't even want him to reach 18 wins. They want to make sure he gets at least a no decision or a loss in the rest of his games. They want him to lose his one run gems. They refuse to hold a lead for him in the ninth inning. Basically, I think they hate the guy.
I stink right now. It has been so hot and humid, and today, I spent a little too long in a car devoid of air conditioning.
There is much more I have to write about, but this post is already too long. Maybe I will get the motivation to tell you more about everything that is important in life soon, my faithful readers.
People who live here: John
John moved in to 103 last week, after Mary moved out. He is Katie's ex-husband. Because of this, he and Katie have the same last name. Except, they don't. Her's has a 'u' in it, where his has a 'w'. I noticed this on his application but figured I just couldn't read the writing, but I was really shocked when I saw his SS card. I asked their daughter about this when she was helping him with his paperwork. She said the kids didn't realize it until they got older and started having to get things like driver's licenses. Apparently, amongst the children the last name was spelled two different ways as well. After learning this, I think I can guess what happened. Remember that Katie is completely illiterate (and I think John might be as well). I am willing to bet that when they got married, someone had to fill out the marriage certificate and the name change application for them, and they replaced the 'w' with the 'u'. I am also willing to bet that when the various children were born they just showed someone a driver's license to give them the spelling of the last name, and thus the kid's last name was determined by which parent's license was produced.
As you know, the residents at the property I managed receive assistance from HUD for their housing. This means that we have to follow all sorts of special rules and use special forms and follow special procedure to keep HUD happy. HUD checks up on these things occasionally to make sure that we are living up to their expectations. I don't know how frequently they usually do it, but this property has been around for six years and had never had an inspection...until now.
I found out about the inspection about a week and a half before it happened. I spend the next week freaking out because I didn't know what to expect, and I had never really been trained in the proper handling of any of the paperwork. I figured I was going to get fired for screwing some random thing up.
My boss came down the Monday before the inspection (which was scheduled for a Thursday). She brought with her the property manager, David, who has the same job I do in Indianapolis. She had never been through one of these audits at this type of property, but he had. When they showed up, she seemed all tense and worried, but he was pretty relaxed. He knew the lady who was doing the audit and assured us that she would be easy. This would be her first audit, and everything would be fine. She would just come and look around the property and check some files to make sure we were calculating rent properly. My boss was of the opinion that any first time auditor would be hard because they would go by the book on everything. In either case, they both agreed it should only take a couple of hours.
On a side note, this property manager from Indy is very gay. When he and my boss came down, they decided to go introduce themselves to the new Lieutenants at Corps next door. I happened to see one of the Lieutenants while my boss and David were at lunch. He says to me, "What do you think of that David guy?" I told him that this was the first time I had met him. He replied, "He's a little different, don't you think?"
That Monday, the same day my boss and David came down, Mary moved out of her apartment. Part of the audit involves the HUD inspector looking at all vacant units. I am supposed to turn all vacated units in three days. Anna and her mother generously offered to help me paint this one. I don't know how I would have done it without their help, but together, we were able to get the apartment painted by Wednesday night.
My boss showed up at 8 a.m. the Thursday of the audit, to make sure we had everything together before the scheduled audit time of 9 a.m. Linda, the auditor, showed up on time at 9. She looked like a troll.
Linda had the gait of a penguin, a bald spot, buck teeth, and an air of genuine idiocy about her.
The first thing we did was sit down and go through 24 (I'm serious) pages of questions about operating procedure at the property. As soon as we realized she was asking us about things even my boss had never heard of, we knew we were in trouble.
As it turns out, some new government regulations took effect on the first of August. The government didn't seem to find it necessary to inform anyone.
The day started dragging on. My boss and I would exchange looks of exasperation. My back was killing me from sitting still so long.
At one point, Linda decided she needed to go to CVS for a calculator (I think she planned on checking all the rent calculations right there with us). When she came back, she had her calculator and a disposable camera. She promptly broke the camera by prying the shutter release button off. She couldn't understand why it didn't work. My boss patiently tried to explain to her that the 'flap' should have stayed where it was because it was how you took the picture. Linda didn't believe her. She spent about half an hour trying to make the camera work without the shutter release. I spent about half an hour trying to keep a straight face.
The day was dragging like this blog entry. After five hours, she started telling us she would be done soon. After six hours, she assured us that she was almost done.
After seven and a half hours, Linda finally waddled out to her car and left, but I really think she only did so because my boss made it very clear that she had to leave to pick up her kids from the babysitter.
My boss left at the same time, with a vow to murder David.
I went back to our apartment glad that I hadn't been fired yet.
In other news, today was the Donkey's first pre-season game. This means that it was Tim Tebow's NFL debut. He threw for just over a hundred yards and ran for a touchdown. This means that the media is all excited, and I'm sure that many uneducated Donkey fans are excited as well. I, however, can tell you that Tebow was playing as the third string quarterback against third string defenders. I will not get excited until he wins us a Super Bowl.
The Rockies don't want Jimenez to reach 20 wins. They don't even want him to reach 18 wins. They want to make sure he gets at least a no decision or a loss in the rest of his games. They want him to lose his one run gems. They refuse to hold a lead for him in the ninth inning. Basically, I think they hate the guy.
I stink right now. It has been so hot and humid, and today, I spent a little too long in a car devoid of air conditioning.
There is much more I have to write about, but this post is already too long. Maybe I will get the motivation to tell you more about everything that is important in life soon, my faithful readers.
People who live here: John
John moved in to 103 last week, after Mary moved out. He is Katie's ex-husband. Because of this, he and Katie have the same last name. Except, they don't. Her's has a 'u' in it, where his has a 'w'. I noticed this on his application but figured I just couldn't read the writing, but I was really shocked when I saw his SS card. I asked their daughter about this when she was helping him with his paperwork. She said the kids didn't realize it until they got older and started having to get things like driver's licenses. Apparently, amongst the children the last name was spelled two different ways as well. After learning this, I think I can guess what happened. Remember that Katie is completely illiterate (and I think John might be as well). I am willing to bet that when they got married, someone had to fill out the marriage certificate and the name change application for them, and they replaced the 'w' with the 'u'. I am also willing to bet that when the various children were born they just showed someone a driver's license to give them the spelling of the last name, and thus the kid's last name was determined by which parent's license was produced.
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.
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.
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.
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.
Monday, June 28, 2010
Tuesday, June 22, 2010
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.
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.
Wednesday, June 2, 2010
Tuesday, June 1, 2010
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.
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.
Monday, May 31, 2010
Blame Anna
Something.
Something else.
Something else entirely.
Something related to the previous something, elaborating on that something.
Something loosely related via train-of-thought to the previous something.
Something about a four-legged being.
Something else about a four-legged being.
Something sports related.
Something about bodily functions.
Something made up based on stereotypes of people from a certain geographical location.
Something else.
Something else entirely.
Something related to the previous something, elaborating on that something.
Something loosely related via train-of-thought to the previous something.
Something about a four-legged being.
Something else about a four-legged being.
Something sports related.
Something about bodily functions.
Something made up based on stereotypes of people from a certain geographical location.
Wednesday, May 26, 2010
Anna here.
So, as it turns out, for a number of really icky reasons, the subbing stuff completely fell apart leaving one very, very sad Anna. I was actually really getting to like those guys. But such is life. I had two great weeks with them, anyway. :)
Seeing as how the subbing thing doesn't appear to be working out, I think I'm going to write children's stories. The first one is about the terrifying things they do to you at the dentist when the doors are closed and your mommy can't come in and save you. All the art will be drawn by my left hand. Just kidding.
Tuesday, May 25, 2010
Heavy Metal
Bobbie asked for $30 in quarters yesterday.
Daisy had diarrhea for several days last week. She's pooping normal now though.
I have internet in the office now. That's nice.
Anna substituted for two weeks at the middle school. Her last day was yesterday.
I helped her come up with a unit on the history of metal for one of her classes. The last day of the unit was today, meaning the substitute that started today had to play several music videos of varying metal bands to the class in order to illustrate the different sub-genres of modern metal. The thought of this classically trained sub presenting death, thrash, and metalcore to a bunch of middle schoolers makes me feel all warm and fuzzy on the inside.
Coming up with a unit on metal with Anna made me both happy and sad. I was happy that we were corrupting these kids, but I realized as we did it just how much we were having to skip over. Metal should at the very least be an entire semester course, not a week long unit of study.
Troy Tulowitzki homered again tonight. It would seem that he is finally coming around.
A lady who applied for an apartment a few months ago but was rejected because she told me she was 58 (you have to be 62), came back in today. Now she is telling me that she is really 62, and she was just lying to me before because she thought you had to be under 62 to live here. She told me she lost her drivers license so she couldn't prove her age. I let her fill out an application, but I told her that she would need to bring me a drivers license to be able to get the apartment. I even explained that all her information would have to be verified. She didn't seem phased.
Alice came by yesterday to tell me that her garbage disposal wasn't working. I messed with it and got it to start, but it made a horrible noise. So I stopped it and got a flashlight to look inside. There's a penny stuck in it. I'm going to have to take the whole thing apart to get the penny out.
Someone from church gave Anna's parents some liver. Anna's mom won't touch the stuff, so I fixed it tonight for her father. I'd never cooked liver before (I'd never actually tasted it before), but I guess it turned out edible. I wasn't bothered by the taste, but it just seemed really mealy.
Anna's sister graduated from college this month. We had a graduation party at her parent's house. I grilled burgers. Sarah thinks she is a vegetarian so I grilled bean patties for her.
Noah was baptized after church on Sunday. I hope he really understood it.
Bobbie came by the other day hopping mad. Someone had given her a Canadian quarter. She tried to use it to do laundry, but the machine wouldn't accept it. Naturally, this led Bobbie to conclude that everything that ever went wrong with the washers was due to Canadian quarters.
People who read this blog: Perverts
There are still people coming to this blog because of the GGW in NV. I feel weird about this.
Daisy had diarrhea for several days last week. She's pooping normal now though.
I have internet in the office now. That's nice.
Anna substituted for two weeks at the middle school. Her last day was yesterday.
I helped her come up with a unit on the history of metal for one of her classes. The last day of the unit was today, meaning the substitute that started today had to play several music videos of varying metal bands to the class in order to illustrate the different sub-genres of modern metal. The thought of this classically trained sub presenting death, thrash, and metalcore to a bunch of middle schoolers makes me feel all warm and fuzzy on the inside.
Coming up with a unit on metal with Anna made me both happy and sad. I was happy that we were corrupting these kids, but I realized as we did it just how much we were having to skip over. Metal should at the very least be an entire semester course, not a week long unit of study.
Troy Tulowitzki homered again tonight. It would seem that he is finally coming around.
A lady who applied for an apartment a few months ago but was rejected because she told me she was 58 (you have to be 62), came back in today. Now she is telling me that she is really 62, and she was just lying to me before because she thought you had to be under 62 to live here. She told me she lost her drivers license so she couldn't prove her age. I let her fill out an application, but I told her that she would need to bring me a drivers license to be able to get the apartment. I even explained that all her information would have to be verified. She didn't seem phased.
Alice came by yesterday to tell me that her garbage disposal wasn't working. I messed with it and got it to start, but it made a horrible noise. So I stopped it and got a flashlight to look inside. There's a penny stuck in it. I'm going to have to take the whole thing apart to get the penny out.
Someone from church gave Anna's parents some liver. Anna's mom won't touch the stuff, so I fixed it tonight for her father. I'd never cooked liver before (I'd never actually tasted it before), but I guess it turned out edible. I wasn't bothered by the taste, but it just seemed really mealy.
Anna's sister graduated from college this month. We had a graduation party at her parent's house. I grilled burgers. Sarah thinks she is a vegetarian so I grilled bean patties for her.
Noah was baptized after church on Sunday. I hope he really understood it.
Bobbie came by the other day hopping mad. Someone had given her a Canadian quarter. She tried to use it to do laundry, but the machine wouldn't accept it. Naturally, this led Bobbie to conclude that everything that ever went wrong with the washers was due to Canadian quarters.
People who read this blog: Perverts
There are still people coming to this blog because of the GGW in NV. I feel weird about this.
Saturday, May 15, 2010
Anna.
Hoffer is a beast at blogging. I, on the other hand, am not. I am, however, a beast at being tall, so you can still feel free to be jealous.
JANA- I like your pictures on your blog. Lots. That is all.
So I took what I thought was going to be a 2 week position at a middle school where I've been filling in for a friend who is on maternity leave. As it turns out, I'll be staying until the end of school which is pretty cool. I'll be getting teacher's pay for 1 1/2 weeks which is significantly better than substitute pay. Looks like the Explorer will be able to get completely fixed now.
Subbing at the middle school is pretty tough, actually. There's so much drama. Sooo many girls crying who want to sit in the office to cool off. There are 3 girls in the building who are pregnant. Two are 7th graders and one is an 8th grader. It's very different from the elementary schools I've been subbing at, but it can be a lot of fun, too. They started naming random objects in the room. The wall is Wallace, the floor is Floorace, the door is Doorace, etc. They named me "Lois" because I'm low. Ha. So I started giving them old people names. I hope I don't die in the next 2 1/2 weeks.
I also found out I may be babysitting for my favorite 5 year old all summer. I won't know for sure for awhile, but I hope this works out. He's gonna wear me out, but I think we'll have tons of fun. I plan on going on tons of fun trips with my little pal, Cade. He says things like, "Anna, I believe I should go hunt an elephant," and "I'm a real cowboy!" Awesome.
Well, I really should start grading more tests so I don't have a freakout Monday morning when I don't have them to pass out. No wonder my friend (and their teacher) gave them so many free points. All of them would fail with the exception of 2 or 3 people. Someone got a 5%. That's with them having the study guide knowing that it contains the test questions. Oh well.
Hope the weekend is treating you all amazingly.
Sunday, May 9, 2010
Mother's Day
I made a breakfast for the residents yesterday. I made pancakes, bacon, and a fruit salad. Someone complained that there wasn't any sausage. They can bite me.
Bobbie is craaaazy.
I'm getting internet in the office. The modem should arrive tomorrow.
The kids sang a song this morning for the mothers. The mothers cried. The kids gave the mothers "roses" composed of Hershey Kisses, cellophane, and wire. The mothers cried. Anna and I handmade the "roses." We cried.
We ate dinner with Anna's parents. Then we tried to go see Anna's grandmother, but she wasn't home. That made it the best Mother's Day that Anna and her mom ever had.
People at church keep telling us we need to have kids. People aren't even asking anymore. They are just telling. Some are even telling us they are praying for it.
Anna will be substituting for a maternity leave for the next two weeks. The school apparently didn't know this until a half hour ago. Anna had to tell them.
Chief is sitting on the floor watching me, but his body is facing the other way. That just seems uncomfortable.
How can the Rockies let Jimenez get his first loss in a game where he gave up only one run on two hits in seven innings?
Anna's grandmother Carol (the final wife of Anna's maternal grandfather) came up from Tennessee yesterday. Anna's mother, aunt, cousin, and I all had lunch with her at Texas Roadhouse. I ate a country fried steak.
I still need to call my mother and wish her a happy greeting card holiday.
Bobbie is craaaazy.
I'm getting internet in the office. The modem should arrive tomorrow.
The kids sang a song this morning for the mothers. The mothers cried. The kids gave the mothers "roses" composed of Hershey Kisses, cellophane, and wire. The mothers cried. Anna and I handmade the "roses." We cried.
We ate dinner with Anna's parents. Then we tried to go see Anna's grandmother, but she wasn't home. That made it the best Mother's Day that Anna and her mom ever had.
People at church keep telling us we need to have kids. People aren't even asking anymore. They are just telling. Some are even telling us they are praying for it.
Anna will be substituting for a maternity leave for the next two weeks. The school apparently didn't know this until a half hour ago. Anna had to tell them.
Chief is sitting on the floor watching me, but his body is facing the other way. That just seems uncomfortable.
How can the Rockies let Jimenez get his first loss in a game where he gave up only one run on two hits in seven innings?
Anna's grandmother Carol (the final wife of Anna's maternal grandfather) came up from Tennessee yesterday. Anna's mother, aunt, cousin, and I all had lunch with her at Texas Roadhouse. I ate a country fried steak.
I still need to call my mother and wish her a happy greeting card holiday.
Monday, May 3, 2010
Never Again
I will never post again, or maybe I will.
Some of the kids at church made us a card and had the other kids sign it. It was nice.
I grilled chicken thighs tonight. Half of them I seasoned Mexican style and the other half I marinated in teriyaki sauce and basted in a sweet chili sauce while they grilled.
It has been raining quite a bit.
Our rose bush is in bloom. It has at least four full blooms at the moment and another fifteen or so coming.
The Rockies are somewhat of a mess right now.
I never did comment on the Broncos' draft, did I? Well this is my comment. Time will tell about Tebow. My problem with the pick is the timing. Everyone in the universe, except apparently Josh McDaniels, thought that Clausen and McCoy were better prospects than Tebow. So why on earth was it necessary to trade back into the first round to select him? And forget the fact that we can look back and see how far Clausen and McCoy dropped. If Tebow really had to be McDaniels' pick then all he had to do was wait until at least Clausen was drafted before he needed to be nervous about another team taking Tebow. AND WHY IN THE WORLD DID WE TRADE FOR BRADY QUINN?
As far as the rest of the draft goes, did McDaniels watch his team play last year? If so, why did it take him something like five picks before he selected a defensive player?
For the first time since we moved into this apartment, I am washing our dishes in the Community Room's dishwasher. It just seemed a waste that it never got used.
Anna is preparing the children for Mothers' Day by teaching them a song to sing on Sunday morning. She also had them plant some flowers a couple weeks ago, and today, they painted flower pots that they will transplant their flowers into for Sunday as well.
Chief Moses Puddington Chestertonfieldville won't leave me alone (I've decided that I should always refer to him by his full name because to not do so would be an injustice to his awesomeness).
I shaved my beard. Anna thinks I look like my dad now.
Speaking of my father, he managed to get another turkey a couple weeks ago. He's thinking about going back out and trying to get a second one before the season ends. I'd like to shoot one myself, and I know exactly where to find them. Unfortunately, I can't get permission on either piece of property.
I think I shall go have some chocolate milk.
People who read this blog: a bunch of perverts
I'm pretty sure that at least ten different people have found this blog by googling the GGW incident. Most visitors have been from NV, but there have been others from various parts of Indiana. They probably aren't really perverts. I'm guessing most of them are curious to figure out if anyone they know ended up on the bus. Or maybe they are just verifying that it actually happened. In same ways, the GGW bus going to NV is like AOL naming Columbus one of the ten must see places in the U.S. It's all just mind-boggling.
Some of the kids at church made us a card and had the other kids sign it. It was nice.
I grilled chicken thighs tonight. Half of them I seasoned Mexican style and the other half I marinated in teriyaki sauce and basted in a sweet chili sauce while they grilled.
It has been raining quite a bit.
Our rose bush is in bloom. It has at least four full blooms at the moment and another fifteen or so coming.
The Rockies are somewhat of a mess right now.
I never did comment on the Broncos' draft, did I? Well this is my comment. Time will tell about Tebow. My problem with the pick is the timing. Everyone in the universe, except apparently Josh McDaniels, thought that Clausen and McCoy were better prospects than Tebow. So why on earth was it necessary to trade back into the first round to select him? And forget the fact that we can look back and see how far Clausen and McCoy dropped. If Tebow really had to be McDaniels' pick then all he had to do was wait until at least Clausen was drafted before he needed to be nervous about another team taking Tebow. AND WHY IN THE WORLD DID WE TRADE FOR BRADY QUINN?
As far as the rest of the draft goes, did McDaniels watch his team play last year? If so, why did it take him something like five picks before he selected a defensive player?
For the first time since we moved into this apartment, I am washing our dishes in the Community Room's dishwasher. It just seemed a waste that it never got used.
Anna is preparing the children for Mothers' Day by teaching them a song to sing on Sunday morning. She also had them plant some flowers a couple weeks ago, and today, they painted flower pots that they will transplant their flowers into for Sunday as well.
Chief Moses Puddington Chestertonfieldville won't leave me alone (I've decided that I should always refer to him by his full name because to not do so would be an injustice to his awesomeness).
I shaved my beard. Anna thinks I look like my dad now.
Speaking of my father, he managed to get another turkey a couple weeks ago. He's thinking about going back out and trying to get a second one before the season ends. I'd like to shoot one myself, and I know exactly where to find them. Unfortunately, I can't get permission on either piece of property.
I think I shall go have some chocolate milk.
People who read this blog: a bunch of perverts
I'm pretty sure that at least ten different people have found this blog by googling the GGW incident. Most visitors have been from NV, but there have been others from various parts of Indiana. They probably aren't really perverts. I'm guessing most of them are curious to figure out if anyone they know ended up on the bus. Or maybe they are just verifying that it actually happened. In same ways, the GGW bus going to NV is like AOL naming Columbus one of the ten must see places in the U.S. It's all just mind-boggling.
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