andrew dodson

Thanks, Jesus. Never make it easy on us, do you?

Last night while enjoying Gangs of New York with some friends from church (and my landlord’s son), I get a knock at the door. I open it up to see one of Frankfort’s finest there to greet me.

Policeman: “You been playing some loud music up here?”
Me: “No, we’re just watching a movie.”
Policeman: “Well, might want to keep it down a little bit.”
Me: “okay.”

This is the second visit to my apartment by the FPD (not including Chuck stopping by one night for a visit). The first time was a few months back when I was practicing drums a little too late at night, shortly after she’d moved in.

I’m gonna have to disagree with her on this one. Justin says it may’ve been a little loud. Now, I’m a drummer, so I’m sure I’ve lost a bit of my hearing over the years. I would say it was above average volume, but by no means loud enough to be paid a visit by the cops. That’s just low on her part.

It gets better…

A couple weeks ago, I was leaving my apartment. She was in the driveway getting some things out of her car. I proceeded to get in my truck and pull away. NOT ONCE did she look up and acknowledge me. Not a, “hello,” not a, “how are you?” Nothing.

I’ll just keep forgetting all the times her two-year old goes running around the apartment, or starts jumping up and down. Or the occasional thuds from time to time that I still can’t figure out. I’ll just keep thinking about

Matthew 19:19 Listen

19 Honor your father and mother, and, You shall love your neighbor as yourself.”

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About a month ago, while discussing the idea of moving to the St. Clair Apartment, I mentioned to my parents that it had a dish washer. One of the things I’m lazy about is washing dishes, so the idea of having a dish washer was very appealing.

My dad says, “you should just be using paper plates.”

The next time I went to Kroger, I invested in paper plates, bowls, plastic cups and utensils. I haven’t had to wash dishes since.

Good idea, dad.

I’m extremely lazy when it comes to my license tags. All it takes is sticking that little sticker on your plate, but for some reason, I can never motivate myself enough to do it.

While at Georgetown College, I was pulled over twice to be reminded I needed my up-to-date tags. Last year, my policeman-of-a-Sunday-School-teacher, once again, brought it to my attention.

A few days ago, I was pulled over by a Kentucky State University cop. I’ll let you guess why.

Geez!

A year ago, when I moved out on my own, one of my goals was to learn to cook. However, unless I’m at a “sit down” restaurant, I don’t like to wait long for my food. If I can’t prepare it in less than ten minutes, I’ll probably go for something else. The only problem is, anything that can be prepared in less than ten minutes usually involves a microwave or is considered junk food. In an effort to eat more “healthy,” I’m not too sure my dinners should involve anything from the microwave.

Once I started doing my own grocery shopping, I discovered Skillet Sensations. Not exactly gourmet, but not from a microwave. They’re not hard to prepare, but they do help you get your feet wet in the field of cooking (since they involve a skillet and a stove). As with most meals like these, the vegetables can be very bland. As my mother knows, getting me to eat good vegetables is hard enough – if they’re bland, I ain’t eatin’ ‘em.

Tonight I decided to “stir things up” a bit (pun intended). I added salt while cooking, and threw in some cheese for the last couple of minutes – just enough to start melting it. I’m very surprised at the difference it made – it was good!

Shortly after I moved into my apartment, my landlord revamped the shower in my bathroom. For several months, it did the job. In the last couple of months, I’ve noticed the water pressure slowly become quite depressing. Only in the shower though. I took the head off and checked for gunk that might be clogging it up. No dice. Clean as a whistle – seemingly.

I notified my landlord and he stopped by yesterday. Upon further examination of my current shower head (as in – taking it completely apart), we noticed it was indeed gunked up in a part that I didn’t get to during my evaluation of the situation.

He brought with him a new head – “The Incredible Head” or something cheesy like that. I quickly found out there’s nothing cheesy about The Incredible Head (although it didn’t look like much upon first glance). The thing works like a dream. You know how hotels usually have the perfect showers? The kind where the water pressure is so powerful that it would almost knock over a small child? This is pretty close to that. My landlord rocks.

Since moving into my apartment, I’ve been in a war. Like the current (real) war, I thought it would be a short-term problem that would take care of itself quickly. I thought my offensive and defensive schemes were far superior to that of my opponent. Like the insurgents, my opponent has stuck around. Still not powerful enough to win the war, but just strong enough to sting every once in a while. Strong enough to decrease my morale in regards to this war.

My opponent? Lint. Yep – I said lint. This isn’t your ordinary lint though. This is a nasty black lint that comes from my bathroom towels and wash cloths. To this day, they still shed their pesky lint, which covers my bathroom. I’ve washed & dried them over and over again. I wipe out my tub, wipe off the toilet and sink regularly. I sweep the floor. Still, I have lint in my bathroom.

I think I’m at my wit’s end. I might head to a good, quality retail establishment very soon (i.e., NOT Wal-Mart) and pick up some good towels and wash cloths. Maybe they’ll work FOR me, as opposed to AGAINST me.