Today, however, was a productive day. I showered, got dressed, put on some make up, and Mom and I went about the town. We started out at Hobby Lobby and got a couple craft things to do with the kids this weekend. Then we went to Secretary of State and waited in line to get a ticket only to wait again in chairs, where my mom saw Christine which is one of the girls from the Eve's Angel's Bible Study (exotic dancer Bible study). I've been praying for Christine, and it was kind of cool to meet someone I've been praying for. I was so proud of my mom for being able to go somewhere like the Secretary of State, and run into an ex-stripper she knew. My mom. My white-haired, 60-year-old mother. And it was evident from how Christine greeted my mom that my mom is someone special to her. My mom said today that those are "her girls." She also told me the other day of a homeless guy she's been working with in the church who was just able to buy a house, and he bought my mom flowers and hugged her and told her "I just love you." In my opinion, that makes my mom's faith just so credible. What kind of Christian are you if you don't know anyone outside of the realm of ideal, model, brushed and polished Christianity? Jesus loved the outcasts, He went where love got messy and dirty, and if we don't, then are we really like Him? Sorry. I'm starting to preach. But I love how much mom treats people. And I love being able to see so much light come from someone who has come from a life full of darkness. What an awesome God we serve! And oh, what a world He loves...
I went to SofS to get my license renewed, but that ended up being a bust, cuz my mom wanted me to get an enhanced license, and to get that, I needed my birth certificate, which I didn't bring. So I got all cute for nothing. Oh well. It shall come soon enough. After that, we stopped in at Bed Bath and Beyond and got a dirty clothes hamper with a shoulder strap. I do not think I can explain to you how much this excites me. Because seriously, the number one thing I dread most about going back to school is carrying that stupid hamper. It's awkward, no matter what, and the handles always rip off after the second use anyway, and it weighs a thousand pounds. But now, it has a shoulder strap. The weight will be distributed much more evenly, and it's not so awkward! Seriously a relief. Then we went to Medawars to get a ring resized, and then went to Eastwood Town Center to get some clothes. I got quite a few cute shirts in springy colors (some pinkish and purple stuff too, since I look good in those colors but don't have a whole lot of them). The guy in Aeropostale was really nice. After that, we got some Panchero's and came back to the house and ate. And pathetically, since then, I have been working on something that ties in with today's photo challenge:
Day 11 - A picture of something you hate
Happy March Madness everyone! Yes, I have been slaving over my bracket. Which is ridiculous because it will probably turn out like a Jeremy Norwood paper. You research and work forever on a product you are proud of, and then it gets slaughtered. This is the first year I've actually done some investigating before filling it out. And actually, out of the little competition group I made, (me, B, E, Aaron, Oliver, Eric) I picked the most upsets (excluding Emily, but she's quite the outlier. She asked me the other day what the NCAA was, and she has both Duke and Ohio State losing the first round). I realized almost at the end of the process that I almost solely based my picks off of the little reports in our newspaper, and based off of MSU's description, they weren't terribly reliable. But I'm hoping that MSU's was just vague because they figured we'd already know about them. But anyways. My bracket is complete, ready to be led to slaughter at noon tomorrow. Bring on the Madness.
Now do not get me wrong. It is not the NCAA Men's Basketball Tournament, March Madness that I hate. I rather love it actually. Probably an unhealthy amount. It is Duke Blue Devil basketball that I hate. Look at the rich boy, white swagger in those eyes. That kid thinks he's the fricken stuff! And what the heck is a blue devil anyways? Everyone knows devils come from hell and hell is not blue. To be honest, I can't really fully explain why I hate Duke so much. I just do. I don't even hate Krzyzewski. He's a respectable coach with a ridiculously spelled last name. I think it's probably because they win so much and it's just kind of like, "Oh. Duke won again." But they can be some cocky little buggers. There is very little in this world I hate more than cocky. Anyways, I have Duke losing to U of M. It's mostly wishful thinking, but how sweet would that be? And they don't call it madness for nothing.
Well if you will excuse me, I am going to fall asleep to the sound of George Clooney's voice. Happy March Madness :)
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