So...how about them Pistons.
Ahem.
It was close. But we pulled it out in the end. That's all that matters. Next up the Cavs.
Yeesh.
The Davisons are here! The Davisons are here! The Davisons are here!
I have had the pleasure of seeing them two times in two days. Today I'm at work and tonight they're going to some fundraising concert in Fennville with the extended fam. I decided against attending as tonight I need to prepare myself for my hot date with Jesus tomorrow. Yes, folks, you heard that right. I will be attending church. Pretty much the only thing my Dad really really wanted to do (aside from spend gobs of time with his youngest daughter!) was attend Mars Hill in Grandville, Michigan. This is, according to a bar friend of mine, the fastest growing church in the country. And, huge surprise, it's right here in western Michigan.
Shocking. I know.
Regardless, I have agreed to accompany them tomorrow morning at 11 for one of the 3 worship services they offer. I'm going in with a big old open mind and I'm sure I'll have plenty to talk about post-event.
And no. I don't think the roof is going to cave in nor do I think I'll spontaneously combust.
Yesterday was a superfantasticallydelicious day. Mi compandre at work and I headed to GR for a day of shopping and beauty and meeting the Gleis for lunch. The man has lived in that town for 7 years and he got us lost. Twice. Nor could he find Marie Catrib's which I could have found had he told me what he was looking for before he headed back downtown. We had so much fun. Man oh man I miss that man. I forget that librarians--actual librarians--can be under the age of 55 and really cool. And have a filthy mouth. I miss his sweatervested self here in Holland. I also picked up a sweet summer dress for $8.00 thanks to a leftover gift certificate from Christmas and spent an obscene amount of money on Bobbi Brown makeup. I then headed to Fennville for a birthday dinner where I was made fun of for being a vegetarian for the brazillionth time, hung out with a big old dog who is under the mistaken impression she's a chihuahua, and saw my cousin for the first time in about a year and a half. Which was amazing.
In other news, I'm going to attempt to grow some things. I'm notoriously bad with plants. They inevitably die slow painful parched deaths. My first attempt is going to be some herbs I purchased at the farmers market today. I'm already terrified!
Saturday, May 19, 2007
Tuesday, May 08, 2007
deeeeetroooooooit baaaaaaasketbaaaaalllll!
Dang me.
My Pistons are on FIRE!
I'll be very interested to see what the heck happens when the boys head south to Chicago and Ben Wallace doesn't get booed every time he touches the ball. Methinks the Pistons will be
ju-ust fine.
Let's see...yesterday I went to Spring Lake for therapy where I heard the dreaded words "I don't know how much longer we'll need to do this, Erin." Yeah, yeah, I know. Ultimately this is a good thing. But I'm a true junkie who is filled with sorrow at the thought of not paying someone to listen to me talk about myself for an hour a week. Chris has moved to a new office (which is right next door to the brand spanking new Spring Lake Library--gorgeous! And suspiciously quiet!) which will eventually be filled with a nutritionist, a massage therapist, and a yoga instructor. I love it.
Post-therapy I battled a big bubblebee, watched some Gilmore Girls, and then headed down to the Bar of Sand to watch the game. Woo-hoo.
This week is crazy insane busy. Tonight the most wonderful boy in the world is forgoing Tulip Time and $5 growler night at NHB to go with me to the mall for an eye appointment. Tomorrow I'm working from 8-5pm (and doing some other people's jobs in a quarter of the time) in order to attend the Daniel Johnston concert which I keep forgetting is actually happening tomorrow. Thursday night is the next game in the series and blast Chicago for being an hour behind as the stupid thing doesn't start until 9pm. The weekend is wide open right now but I have some MAJOR cleaning to do as
drumroll please
It's that time of year yet again.
The Davisons are coming! The Davisons are coming!
Can't wait.
My Pistons are on FIRE!
I'll be very interested to see what the heck happens when the boys head south to Chicago and Ben Wallace doesn't get booed every time he touches the ball. Methinks the Pistons will be
ju-ust fine.
Let's see...yesterday I went to Spring Lake for therapy where I heard the dreaded words "I don't know how much longer we'll need to do this, Erin." Yeah, yeah, I know. Ultimately this is a good thing. But I'm a true junkie who is filled with sorrow at the thought of not paying someone to listen to me talk about myself for an hour a week. Chris has moved to a new office (which is right next door to the brand spanking new Spring Lake Library--gorgeous! And suspiciously quiet!) which will eventually be filled with a nutritionist, a massage therapist, and a yoga instructor. I love it.
Post-therapy I battled a big bubblebee, watched some Gilmore Girls, and then headed down to the Bar of Sand to watch the game. Woo-hoo.
This week is crazy insane busy. Tonight the most wonderful boy in the world is forgoing Tulip Time and $5 growler night at NHB to go with me to the mall for an eye appointment. Tomorrow I'm working from 8-5pm (and doing some other people's jobs in a quarter of the time) in order to attend the Daniel Johnston concert which I keep forgetting is actually happening tomorrow. Thursday night is the next game in the series and blast Chicago for being an hour behind as the stupid thing doesn't start until 9pm. The weekend is wide open right now but I have some MAJOR cleaning to do as
drumroll please
It's that time of year yet again.
The Davisons are coming! The Davisons are coming!
Can't wait.
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