Interestingly Enough...
*Ownership and maintenence of a bonzai tree is NOT all it's cracked up to be... AKA, I have a feeling that were it physically capable of doing so, mine would have legally emancipated itself from me and walked out on this sub-par botanical enthusiast weeks ago. I've forced the poor thing to go thirsty (unintentionally) numerous times, and at this point I'm forced to admit that perhaps foliage just isn't my forte. Shame.
*I read today in our store's little informative update-type newsletter that one of our sales associates somewhere in Tennessee recentely fixed up an order for a Betty Reese Witherspoon, mother of actress Reese, who asked her mom to tell our store and all its employees how much both women love shopping at our store in Nashville. Although I've been employed there for less than a month, I'm flattered and almost giddy over the idea of it in quite a superficial, idolotrous way. And I wonder if that counts as some sort of six degrees of seperation or something. Just kidding.
*I'm trying to decide at what point I must give up my pursuit of the beautiful summer suntan I've desired and, instead, resign myself to the idea of a more Nicole Kidman-inspired look. (Read: It's cold here, there's no sun, my ghostly, almost-translucent skin is beginning to testify to my Irish/Polish heritage while staunchly denying any Greek descent, and I'm losing any and all hope of improving the shade of my melanin-impaired skin.) Input requested. Encouragement appreciated.
Later, kids.
Thursday, June 24, 2004
Saturday, June 19, 2004
Goodness.
Dear faithful readers: I am truly sorry for allowing my extreme shallow enjoyment of a game like basketball to get in the way of my normal blogging patterns. Don't be fooled, I DO realize it's just a game, thank you. But it's a nice diversion from the stressful reality of two new jobs, recurring migraines, having to finish a class left "incomplete" from last year, impaired eyesight, and family issues, as I'm sure most of you can appreciate to some degree or another.
Anyway...
Apparently I've been devoting too much effort to expressing my Pistons-inspired enthusiasm. Now, at the request of a couple of dear friends, I'll proceed in the coming posts to enlighten you all as to how I'm "really" doing. No more Lakers trash talk, no more NBA chatter, no more scoring predictions, no more Finals fever, and no more Pistons fanatacism.
I promise.
So, as for me, I'm well. Holding up, anyway. I still have not been able to schedule an appointment with my eye doctor to get a new lens prescription for my glasses, so the sight out of my right eye remains impaired. Unfortunately, I won't be able to be evaluated until my pupil can completely constrict, but the doctor says it always takes longer for light colored eyes to recover from being kept dilated. This is frustrating because it is still hard to go out in sunlight for too long and I've been getting headaches virtually daily because of working and just normal functioning with bad vision. Now that I've spent an entire paragraph complaining, I think I'll stop and move on to something else. HA.
*I bet you're glad I stopped blogging about the Pistons for THIS*
A few random facts I've discovered to be true in the past few days:
*It is uber disappointing to call one of your best friends to wish her a happy birthday only to discover that you were off by three days... ESPECIALLY when you were also responsible for giving the incorrect information to at least two of her other girlfriends. Thank the Lord for creating a characteristic like graciousness.
*When working in retail and putting on a large semi-annual sale, there is absolutely no point in trying to promptly re-stock merchendise everytime it seems to dwindle, clearing out fitting rooms, neatly folding clothing, or avoiding a mess behind the counter. Simply paste on a friendly, if somewhat plastic, smile, ignore the burning blisters rubbing into your stylish black sandals, keep the store's image pristine by folding the top two shirts of each pile, dismiss the deplorable conditions of the fitting rooms, smooth back your hair, wipe the sweat from your brow, take a deep breath, and ask in your most sugary-sweet -- I mean, polite -- voice, "would you like your receipt with you, or in the bag?"
*Mosquitoes are evil things, and although temporary relief may be found in the form of Benadryl spray, that in no way redeems the agony and suffering inflicted by those tiny, bloodthirsty creatures. And welts really are so unsightly.
*There are a few scents at Bath & Body Works that I absolutely cannot abide. I really don't know if it's wrong to say, since I work there and all, but it is in my own personal (and perhaps, professional) opinion, that anything and everything "Cucumber Melon" positively smells like sin. "Warm Vanilla Sugar" is detestable as well.
*Sleep is a good thing... a good thing I need a bit more of right about now.
Hope that satisfied any readers who may have felt deprived over the past few posts. Never fear, I shall return soon bearing more insight and Katie-speak, but for now, my pillow impresses me as my most appealing option. Off I go. G'night all.
Dear faithful readers: I am truly sorry for allowing my extreme shallow enjoyment of a game like basketball to get in the way of my normal blogging patterns. Don't be fooled, I DO realize it's just a game, thank you. But it's a nice diversion from the stressful reality of two new jobs, recurring migraines, having to finish a class left "incomplete" from last year, impaired eyesight, and family issues, as I'm sure most of you can appreciate to some degree or another.
Anyway...
Apparently I've been devoting too much effort to expressing my Pistons-inspired enthusiasm. Now, at the request of a couple of dear friends, I'll proceed in the coming posts to enlighten you all as to how I'm "really" doing. No more Lakers trash talk, no more NBA chatter, no more scoring predictions, no more Finals fever, and no more Pistons fanatacism.
I promise.
So, as for me, I'm well. Holding up, anyway. I still have not been able to schedule an appointment with my eye doctor to get a new lens prescription for my glasses, so the sight out of my right eye remains impaired. Unfortunately, I won't be able to be evaluated until my pupil can completely constrict, but the doctor says it always takes longer for light colored eyes to recover from being kept dilated. This is frustrating because it is still hard to go out in sunlight for too long and I've been getting headaches virtually daily because of working and just normal functioning with bad vision. Now that I've spent an entire paragraph complaining, I think I'll stop and move on to something else. HA.
*I bet you're glad I stopped blogging about the Pistons for THIS*
A few random facts I've discovered to be true in the past few days:
*It is uber disappointing to call one of your best friends to wish her a happy birthday only to discover that you were off by three days... ESPECIALLY when you were also responsible for giving the incorrect information to at least two of her other girlfriends. Thank the Lord for creating a characteristic like graciousness.
*When working in retail and putting on a large semi-annual sale, there is absolutely no point in trying to promptly re-stock merchendise everytime it seems to dwindle, clearing out fitting rooms, neatly folding clothing, or avoiding a mess behind the counter. Simply paste on a friendly, if somewhat plastic, smile, ignore the burning blisters rubbing into your stylish black sandals, keep the store's image pristine by folding the top two shirts of each pile, dismiss the deplorable conditions of the fitting rooms, smooth back your hair, wipe the sweat from your brow, take a deep breath, and ask in your most sugary-sweet -- I mean, polite -- voice, "would you like your receipt with you, or in the bag?"
*Mosquitoes are evil things, and although temporary relief may be found in the form of Benadryl spray, that in no way redeems the agony and suffering inflicted by those tiny, bloodthirsty creatures. And welts really are so unsightly.
*There are a few scents at Bath & Body Works that I absolutely cannot abide. I really don't know if it's wrong to say, since I work there and all, but it is in my own personal (and perhaps, professional) opinion, that anything and everything "Cucumber Melon" positively smells like sin. "Warm Vanilla Sugar" is detestable as well.
*Sleep is a good thing... a good thing I need a bit more of right about now.
Hope that satisfied any readers who may have felt deprived over the past few posts. Never fear, I shall return soon bearing more insight and Katie-speak, but for now, my pillow impresses me as my most appealing option. Off I go. G'night all.
Thursday, June 17, 2004
Detroit Pistons, 2004 NBA Champions
R.E.S.P.E.C.T
NBA Finals Wrap-Up
Game 1: Detroit
Game 2: Los Angeles
Game 3: Detroit
Game 4: Detroit
Game 5: Detroit
(G5 Final Score, DP:100, LAL:87)
The team whose motto is "Goin' to Work" had put in a little overtime, and the once-mighty Lakers hadn't just been defeated, they had been stomped and crushed like Italian grapes. The Pistons didn't just beat L.A., they reduced it to a single letter: "L," as in loser.
...
Some will call this the biggest upset in the history of the NBA. How amazing is it? Well, remember, the series was preordained as the Lakers versus "the other guys." The Pistons were supposed to be mindful of their station. "Forget what happened before," pundits kept saying. "This game, you'll be put in your place."
...
They were. Their place is on the victory stand.
...
So how will history remember these Finals? Mostly for their shock value. Here's how shockingly good the Pistons were. They beat the Lakers in five, and the Lakers had home-court advantage. Remember, these were the same Lakers who knocked off San Antonio, the defending champion, by winning four straight, then knocked off Minnesota, the West's top seed. Obviously, they must have been doing something right. But suddenly, in this series, as the losses mounted, it wasn't about the Pistons' success, it was about the Lakers' loosening their screws. This Finals series, it seemed, would only be over when the Lakers said it was. Even before Tuesday's head-chopping -- facing a 3-1 deficit that no team had ever come back from in the Finals -- the purple-and-gold superstars acted as if fate had promised them a championship.
"I'm telling you right now, we'll win Tuesday," Kobe Bryant said.
Too bad.
"We have every intention of winning this game," Phil Jackson said.
So sad.
"Got to win," Shaquille O'Neal said.
Buh-bye.
~Mitch Albom, Detroit Free Press, 16 June 2004
They were square pegs uncomfortably squeezed into circular confinements. And within the ground rules of perception, a failure to conform easily morphs into an inability to succeed.
Chauncey Billups couldn't lead.
Richard Hamilton couldn't learn.
Rasheed Wallace couldn't leave well enough alone.
And Ben Wallace just couldn't... period.
Each eventually found the right fit in a franchise that eschewed conventionality. And as the long years of frustration dwindled into precious minutes of anticipation Tuesday, each assumed a look of stunned amazement as the weight of their actions finally registered.
...
Detroit Pistons -- 2004 NBA World Champions.
Raise your lunch pails in salute.
~Drew Sharp, Detroit Free Press, 16 June 2004
The Pistons -- America's Team, the People's Champions -- did it the right way. They never stopped working and won it on their home turf. There's only one reason to go back to L.A. now: Disneyland!
~Two Cents, Detroit Free Press, 16 June 2004
Eleven months after assembling what was supposed to be the greatest team in NBA history, within a week of their professed destiny, the Lakers fell dramatically apart.
Piece by Hollywood piece. Bit by selfish bit. Their ingrained sense of entitlement dismanteled by a more powerful sense of teamwork.
As if sent down by the sports gods to deliver a message, the Pistons crawled out from the shadows of hard work, away from the anonymity of defense, and into a spotlight that showed the Lakers everything they used to be.
A team that shares the ball. A team that shares the floor burns. A team that shares the glory.
An NBA champion.
~Bill Plaschke, L.A. Times
The Laker regime ended like Czechoslovakia's -- without a shot. They lost with little grace and with minimal class, 100-87 to the Pistons.
~Mark Whicker, Orange County Register
"What about people who say you can't win without a high-priced superstar?" someone asked Dumars in the jammed Detroit locker room.
"I guess they're gonna have to find something else to say now," he beamed.
...
Here is their story: one hyperactive shooting guard, one proud but ignored point guard, one quietly determined small forward, one passionate, hot-tempered power forward, and one hard-jawed, oak tree of a center backed by one unflappable immigrant big man, two boyishly energetic reserve guards, one nasty, muscled backup forward, one senior citizen backup center, several other role players, and a coach who has called a lot of NBA places his "last stop," but only here could actually say that from a mountain-top.
...
We in the Motor City are more accustomed to people trying to beat us, not join us. So this is new....But for one night, anyhow, the team from Detroit was the team from everywhere, the public school kids beating the preppy private school kids, the beer league softball team beating the stiffly uniformed semi-pro squad, the local bowler outrolling the visiting pro, the duffer playing a winning round against the club champion.
"I don't really want to be America's Team," Hunter said.... "Forget about being America's Team. I want to be Detroit's team."
~Mitch Albom, Detroit Free Press, 17 June 2004
"Teams beat individuals, and we picked the wrong time to be individuals." ~Rick Fox, L.A. Lakers
"Me and Detroit, coming to this city, me and Detroit, we just started rooting for each other." ~Ben Wallace, Detroit Pistons
So...
Motown is officially 'Frotown. Hockeytown, at least for the summer, has become Hooptown. The Lakers were L.A.'d off. And the Pistons, our blue-collar champs, made "goin' to work" look easy. Guts and grit over glitz and glamour. Motown over Tinseltown. ANYTIME.
The NBA Finals are over, but here in Detroit... the party has only just begun.
YEAH, PISTONS!
R.E.S.P.E.C.T
NBA Finals Wrap-Up
Game 1: Detroit
Game 2: Los Angeles
Game 3: Detroit
Game 4: Detroit
Game 5: Detroit
(G5 Final Score, DP:100, LAL:87)
The team whose motto is "Goin' to Work" had put in a little overtime, and the once-mighty Lakers hadn't just been defeated, they had been stomped and crushed like Italian grapes. The Pistons didn't just beat L.A., they reduced it to a single letter: "L," as in loser.
...
Some will call this the biggest upset in the history of the NBA. How amazing is it? Well, remember, the series was preordained as the Lakers versus "the other guys." The Pistons were supposed to be mindful of their station. "Forget what happened before," pundits kept saying. "This game, you'll be put in your place."
...
They were. Their place is on the victory stand.
...
So how will history remember these Finals? Mostly for their shock value. Here's how shockingly good the Pistons were. They beat the Lakers in five, and the Lakers had home-court advantage. Remember, these were the same Lakers who knocked off San Antonio, the defending champion, by winning four straight, then knocked off Minnesota, the West's top seed. Obviously, they must have been doing something right. But suddenly, in this series, as the losses mounted, it wasn't about the Pistons' success, it was about the Lakers' loosening their screws. This Finals series, it seemed, would only be over when the Lakers said it was. Even before Tuesday's head-chopping -- facing a 3-1 deficit that no team had ever come back from in the Finals -- the purple-and-gold superstars acted as if fate had promised them a championship.
"I'm telling you right now, we'll win Tuesday," Kobe Bryant said.
Too bad.
"We have every intention of winning this game," Phil Jackson said.
So sad.
"Got to win," Shaquille O'Neal said.
Buh-bye.
~Mitch Albom, Detroit Free Press, 16 June 2004
They were square pegs uncomfortably squeezed into circular confinements. And within the ground rules of perception, a failure to conform easily morphs into an inability to succeed.
Chauncey Billups couldn't lead.
Richard Hamilton couldn't learn.
Rasheed Wallace couldn't leave well enough alone.
And Ben Wallace just couldn't... period.
Each eventually found the right fit in a franchise that eschewed conventionality. And as the long years of frustration dwindled into precious minutes of anticipation Tuesday, each assumed a look of stunned amazement as the weight of their actions finally registered.
...
Detroit Pistons -- 2004 NBA World Champions.
Raise your lunch pails in salute.
~Drew Sharp, Detroit Free Press, 16 June 2004
The Pistons -- America's Team, the People's Champions -- did it the right way. They never stopped working and won it on their home turf. There's only one reason to go back to L.A. now: Disneyland!
~Two Cents, Detroit Free Press, 16 June 2004
Eleven months after assembling what was supposed to be the greatest team in NBA history, within a week of their professed destiny, the Lakers fell dramatically apart.
Piece by Hollywood piece. Bit by selfish bit. Their ingrained sense of entitlement dismanteled by a more powerful sense of teamwork.
As if sent down by the sports gods to deliver a message, the Pistons crawled out from the shadows of hard work, away from the anonymity of defense, and into a spotlight that showed the Lakers everything they used to be.
A team that shares the ball. A team that shares the floor burns. A team that shares the glory.
An NBA champion.
~Bill Plaschke, L.A. Times
The Laker regime ended like Czechoslovakia's -- without a shot. They lost with little grace and with minimal class, 100-87 to the Pistons.
~Mark Whicker, Orange County Register
"What about people who say you can't win without a high-priced superstar?" someone asked Dumars in the jammed Detroit locker room.
"I guess they're gonna have to find something else to say now," he beamed.
...
Here is their story: one hyperactive shooting guard, one proud but ignored point guard, one quietly determined small forward, one passionate, hot-tempered power forward, and one hard-jawed, oak tree of a center backed by one unflappable immigrant big man, two boyishly energetic reserve guards, one nasty, muscled backup forward, one senior citizen backup center, several other role players, and a coach who has called a lot of NBA places his "last stop," but only here could actually say that from a mountain-top.
...
We in the Motor City are more accustomed to people trying to beat us, not join us. So this is new....But for one night, anyhow, the team from Detroit was the team from everywhere, the public school kids beating the preppy private school kids, the beer league softball team beating the stiffly uniformed semi-pro squad, the local bowler outrolling the visiting pro, the duffer playing a winning round against the club champion.
"I don't really want to be America's Team," Hunter said.... "Forget about being America's Team. I want to be Detroit's team."
~Mitch Albom, Detroit Free Press, 17 June 2004
"Teams beat individuals, and we picked the wrong time to be individuals." ~Rick Fox, L.A. Lakers
"Me and Detroit, coming to this city, me and Detroit, we just started rooting for each other." ~Ben Wallace, Detroit Pistons
So...
Motown is officially 'Frotown. Hockeytown, at least for the summer, has become Hooptown. The Lakers were L.A.'d off. And the Pistons, our blue-collar champs, made "goin' to work" look easy. Guts and grit over glitz and glamour. Motown over Tinseltown. ANYTIME.
The NBA Finals are over, but here in Detroit... the party has only just begun.
YEAH, PISTONS!
Wednesday, June 16, 2004
Motown's own Aretha Franklin sang the National Anthem, Karl Malone didn't even wear his warm ups, the "Diesel" ran out of fuel, the Pistons D-stroyed any glimmer of hope Los Angeles had of turning this series around, Chauncey Billups was announced playoff MVP, and to thunderous applause which erupted all across metro Detroit and inside the Palace, the Detroit Pistons became the 2004 NBA Champions. Sweet.
Ya know, it took a while to get used to yelling "WE WANT LARRY" instead of "WE WANT STANLEY" ... but I *think* I'm catching on.
Details, analysis, quotes, and more to come... but for now... I'm off to bed. I've got to work in the morning.
Have a nice flight home, Lakers... and you can take Jack with you.
WAY TO GO, PISTONS!
Ya know, it took a while to get used to yelling "WE WANT LARRY" instead of "WE WANT STANLEY" ... but I *think* I'm catching on.
Details, analysis, quotes, and more to come... but for now... I'm off to bed. I've got to work in the morning.
Have a nice flight home, Lakers... and you can take Jack with you.
WAY TO GO, PISTONS!
Tuesday, June 15, 2004
7:00 PM on Tuesday, June 15th...
KIDS WHOOPING IN THE STREET. PHONES RINGING OFF THE HOOK, "ARE YOU WATCHING THE GAME?" RED AND BLUE AND WHITE BANNERS STRUNG. 'FROS UNLEASHED. SOUNDS OF MOTOWN BLARING. LUNGS BURNING. HEARTBEATS RACING. HANDS WRINGING. MUSCLES TENSE. SHEESH...
AND THAT'S JUST LIVONIA.
Two hours and counting before the Detroit Pistons and the Los Angeles Lakers face off in Game 5 of the NBA Finals at the Palace of Auburn Hills. The Pistons could win it tonight. If they do, they'll be the first team ever to win all three middle games of a finals series. If they win this series -- whether it happens tonight or in Game 7 -- their coach, Larry Brown, will become the first coach to obtain both an NBA and an NCAA championship. On the other hand, if the Lakers come back tonight and then sweep the rest of the series (as they must to win), they will become the first team ever to overcome a deficit of this kind -- down, three games to one -- to win an NBA title. So history will be made. Which team, coach, players, and, inevitabley, city will claim this victory... achieve this glory... command this respect... earn this honor... and write their names in the history books remains to be seen.
No matter what happens tonight, this is gonna be good, folks...
NBA Finals, Game 5
Detroit Pistons vs. Los Angeles Lakers
TONIGHT, 9:00pm, @ the Palace.
GET YOUR TV, YOUR RADIO, YOUR TECHNOLOGICALLY-SUPERIOR-CELL-PHONE-ON-STEROIDS, OR JUST CALL ME FOR UPDATES... CUZ ONE WAY OR ANOTHER, YOU'LL WANT TO BE THERE. IT'S TIME FOR SOME D-TOWN B-BALL.
GO PISTONS!
T-MINUS 90 MINUTES...
KIDS WHOOPING IN THE STREET. PHONES RINGING OFF THE HOOK, "ARE YOU WATCHING THE GAME?" RED AND BLUE AND WHITE BANNERS STRUNG. 'FROS UNLEASHED. SOUNDS OF MOTOWN BLARING. LUNGS BURNING. HEARTBEATS RACING. HANDS WRINGING. MUSCLES TENSE. SHEESH...
AND THAT'S JUST LIVONIA.
Two hours and counting before the Detroit Pistons and the Los Angeles Lakers face off in Game 5 of the NBA Finals at the Palace of Auburn Hills. The Pistons could win it tonight. If they do, they'll be the first team ever to win all three middle games of a finals series. If they win this series -- whether it happens tonight or in Game 7 -- their coach, Larry Brown, will become the first coach to obtain both an NBA and an NCAA championship. On the other hand, if the Lakers come back tonight and then sweep the rest of the series (as they must to win), they will become the first team ever to overcome a deficit of this kind -- down, three games to one -- to win an NBA title. So history will be made. Which team, coach, players, and, inevitabley, city will claim this victory... achieve this glory... command this respect... earn this honor... and write their names in the history books remains to be seen.
No matter what happens tonight, this is gonna be good, folks...
NBA Finals, Game 5
Detroit Pistons vs. Los Angeles Lakers
TONIGHT, 9:00pm, @ the Palace.
GET YOUR TV, YOUR RADIO, YOUR TECHNOLOGICALLY-SUPERIOR-CELL-PHONE-ON-STEROIDS, OR JUST CALL ME FOR UPDATES... CUZ ONE WAY OR ANOTHER, YOU'LL WANT TO BE THERE. IT'S TIME FOR SOME D-TOWN B-BALL.
GO PISTONS!
T-MINUS 90 MINUTES...
Monday, June 14, 2004
NBA Finals Update
Game 4
Sunday, June 13th, 9:00pm @ the Palace
FINAL SCORE
Detroit Pistons: 88
LA Lakers: 80
Finals Recap, in case you're living in a cave with no access to any form of media coverage:
*Game 1: Detroit
*Game 2: Kobe...oops, I mean, Los Angeles
*Game 3: Detroit
*Game 4: Detroit
You know what they say when Darko gets in the game...
Game 4
Sunday, June 13th, 9:00pm @ the Palace
FINAL SCORE
Detroit Pistons: 88
LA Lakers: 80
Finals Recap, in case you're living in a cave with no access to any form of media coverage:
*Game 1: Detroit
*Game 2: Kobe...oops, I mean, Los Angeles
*Game 3: Detroit
*Game 4: Detroit
You know what they say when Darko gets in the game...
Friday, June 11, 2004
Hmmm...
So I now work at B&BW with the younger sister of an ATO back at the 'dale.
One of the older women working there has a son who participated in the same junior high advanced placement program as I did and then graduated from my high school's cross-town rival, all maybe three or four years ahead of me.
I also discovered that a girl who began working for B&BW during the last holiday season (and who has returned for this summer) is a girl that I played soccer with for countless seasons, starting when we were probably no more than eight years old!
A girl I work with at Tlbts* (*name adjusted a little to protect privacy... or something) had my uncle as her English teacher for a year in high school.
Another woman I work with at Tlbts has a niece whom I graduated from high school with in 2002.
Yet another co-worker of mine at Tlbts is the aunt of another fellow Hillsdale student -- one Melissa Leismer, to be exact! How's all that for coincidence?
ON A DIFFERENT NOTE... (with, say, an Anita Baker-type sound?)
My dear SoCal Brother... we brought our "A-game" to the Palace... but it looks as if ya'll left yours at home... pity.
Well, much as I'd love to stay and gloat about the D-struction of the Lakers last night (DP:88 to LAL:68, for all those who may have missed it), that wouldn't be nice... besides, the Pistons still have two more games to win before they can claim any titles, and we all know LA is totally capable of pushing this to Game 7. For now, I'll just pick up my fake 'fro and continue to support the Pistons in their quest for an NBA Championship! The (Bad) Boys are back in (D) Town, and for all intents and purposes... KOBE WHO?
So I now work at B&BW with the younger sister of an ATO back at the 'dale.
One of the older women working there has a son who participated in the same junior high advanced placement program as I did and then graduated from my high school's cross-town rival, all maybe three or four years ahead of me.
I also discovered that a girl who began working for B&BW during the last holiday season (and who has returned for this summer) is a girl that I played soccer with for countless seasons, starting when we were probably no more than eight years old!
A girl I work with at Tlbts* (*name adjusted a little to protect privacy... or something) had my uncle as her English teacher for a year in high school.
Another woman I work with at Tlbts has a niece whom I graduated from high school with in 2002.
Yet another co-worker of mine at Tlbts is the aunt of another fellow Hillsdale student -- one Melissa Leismer, to be exact! How's all that for coincidence?
ON A DIFFERENT NOTE... (with, say, an Anita Baker-type sound?)
My dear SoCal Brother... we brought our "A-game" to the Palace... but it looks as if ya'll left yours at home... pity.
Well, much as I'd love to stay and gloat about the D-struction of the Lakers last night (DP:88 to LAL:68, for all those who may have missed it), that wouldn't be nice... besides, the Pistons still have two more games to win before they can claim any titles, and we all know LA is totally capable of pushing this to Game 7. For now, I'll just pick up my fake 'fro and continue to support the Pistons in their quest for an NBA Championship! The (Bad) Boys are back in (D) Town, and for all intents and purposes... KOBE WHO?
Tuesday, June 08, 2004
Hooray for TWO jobs!
Hooray for working at Bath & Body Works with the sister of a fellow Hillsdalian!
Hooray for Tampa Bay beating Calgary for the Stanley Cup!
(small boo for Smarty Jones losing his Triple Crown bid in the Belmont)
Hooray for eyelashes more than half-grown back!
Hooray for a new Chinese place five minutes away!
Hooray for no more drilling in the street!
BIG HOORAY for the Detroit Pistons beating the Los Angeles Lakers on Sunday night in the first game of the Finals! (um, who needs Shaq Diesel, Malone, and Kobe when you can have 'Sheed, Rip, and Big Ben?)
Ok, so maybe we can't win it all (they're glitz, we're grit)... but LA fans didn't get their sweep, and that's good enough for me.
They learned, at least for a night... don't mess with the D, and... fear the 'Fro!
YEAH, PISTONS!
Motown vs. Tinseltown, LA's Staples Center, 9:00pm, tonight. BE THERE.
Hooray for working at Bath & Body Works with the sister of a fellow Hillsdalian!
Hooray for Tampa Bay beating Calgary for the Stanley Cup!
(small boo for Smarty Jones losing his Triple Crown bid in the Belmont)
Hooray for eyelashes more than half-grown back!
Hooray for a new Chinese place five minutes away!
Hooray for no more drilling in the street!
BIG HOORAY for the Detroit Pistons beating the Los Angeles Lakers on Sunday night in the first game of the Finals! (um, who needs Shaq Diesel, Malone, and Kobe when you can have 'Sheed, Rip, and Big Ben?)
Ok, so maybe we can't win it all (they're glitz, we're grit)... but LA fans didn't get their sweep, and that's good enough for me.
They learned, at least for a night... don't mess with the D, and... fear the 'Fro!
YEAH, PISTONS!
Motown vs. Tinseltown, LA's Staples Center, 9:00pm, tonight. BE THERE.
Friday, June 04, 2004
*My neighborhood has become an obstacle course, and I am developing a deep resentment for construction workers.
*The eyelashes on my right eye are so totally growing back, and I'm starting to look close to what you might call... normal. I would say, "it's about time," but I have this feeling like that wouldn't be such a good idea... AKA: God would decide I haven't learned my vanity lesson yet. So I'll hold that thought.
*Highly recommending Joseph Stowell's book, Perilous Pursuits, to anyone and everyone... it's a solid dose of conviction from cover to cover.
*Just got hired yesterday to work part-time at an upscale women's clothing store at the local mall, and I start training on Monday. Now I have an interview at another place in the same mall this afternoon to see if I can supplement the rest of my hours with them. Yay-ness!
*Last night I went with a friend to see Troy, and as much as Brad Pitt tends to own the screen (in my female opinion, at least), I must admit that another man stole the show (and my girlish heart) right away from my blond, arrogant, muscle-bound Achilles. Hector is my hero... and I think Eric Bana has now displaced (and misplaced, as he is not actually his character) my affections. For shame.
*The eyelashes on my right eye are so totally growing back, and I'm starting to look close to what you might call... normal. I would say, "it's about time," but I have this feeling like that wouldn't be such a good idea... AKA: God would decide I haven't learned my vanity lesson yet. So I'll hold that thought.
*Highly recommending Joseph Stowell's book, Perilous Pursuits, to anyone and everyone... it's a solid dose of conviction from cover to cover.
*Just got hired yesterday to work part-time at an upscale women's clothing store at the local mall, and I start training on Monday. Now I have an interview at another place in the same mall this afternoon to see if I can supplement the rest of my hours with them. Yay-ness!
*Last night I went with a friend to see Troy, and as much as Brad Pitt tends to own the screen (in my female opinion, at least), I must admit that another man stole the show (and my girlish heart) right away from my blond, arrogant, muscle-bound Achilles. Hector is my hero... and I think Eric Bana has now displaced (and misplaced, as he is not actually his character) my affections. For shame.
Thursday, June 03, 2004
O for a thousand tongues to sing
My great Redeemer's praise,
The glories of my God and King,
The triumphs of His grace!
My gracious Master and my God,
Assist me to proclaim,
To spread through all the earth abroad
The honors of Thy name.
Jesus! The name that charms our fears,
That bids our sorrows cease,
'Tis music in the sinner's ears,
'Tis life and health and peace.
He breaks the power of cancelled sin,
He sets the prisoner free;
His blood can make the foulest clean,
His blood availed for me.
Hear Him, ye deaf; His praise, ye dumb,
Your loosened tongues employ;
Ye blind, behold your Savior come;
And leap, ye lame, for joy!
My tongue shall speak... praise all the day long ~Psalm 35:28
My great Redeemer's praise,
The glories of my God and King,
The triumphs of His grace!
My gracious Master and my God,
Assist me to proclaim,
To spread through all the earth abroad
The honors of Thy name.
Jesus! The name that charms our fears,
That bids our sorrows cease,
'Tis music in the sinner's ears,
'Tis life and health and peace.
He breaks the power of cancelled sin,
He sets the prisoner free;
His blood can make the foulest clean,
His blood availed for me.
Hear Him, ye deaf; His praise, ye dumb,
Your loosened tongues employ;
Ye blind, behold your Savior come;
And leap, ye lame, for joy!
My tongue shall speak... praise all the day long ~Psalm 35:28