Happy June

I have never been so happy about a weekend well spent.

The obvious happiness stems from that Magic moment when the Big Lebronski finally discovered that no, it's not possible to single handedly carry your team to the Finals. (Although to his credit, he got pretty darn close.)

And as for Dwight, well, "I just wanna thank God first and foremost" for making him awesome. The Magic are livin on a prayer if they think they have a shot against the "Los Angeles Lakers of Los Angeles" but how great would it be for Dwight and the boys to come out on top? Answer: So great. And ps, Dwight: I can see your halo, halo, halo.

PS Who doesn't love this:



I'm also into streaking now. But not like that. More so, the espn.com and mlb.com sort of streaking. It's a confidence booster more than anything. Nothing blows up an ego faster than being right all the time. Which reminds me I need to change my name on there to 'little miss can't be wrong.'

Oh yeah. I finished my half marathon in a respectable time of 1:49 finishing in the top 10% of girls. Thank you.


I also finished a book in a respectable time of all afternoon. I put all my pillows and blankets on our baby porch and tanned and read my day away and I couldn't have been happier about that choice. Even if the 35 year old version of the black kid from HSM stared at me while he talked to his dog in the parking lot. That's right. I was staring right back.

The conclusion I came to after this well spent afternoon on the most perfect day mpls has seen in a long time: time to buy a lawnchair. I will be walking to Big Lots/Target/somewhere in preperation for next weekend's activities of: reading an entire book on the baby porch part 2. I would invite you, but there's only room for one of us and as you already know, I have priorities which include myself and getting tan.

Be on the lookout for party invitations for when I housesit next weekend/week while the Smiths vacation in the Caribbean. The party will include, but not be limited to, watering the grass, making sure the mail gets all the way into the slot and lands on the closet floor in a pile, and eating all the queso.

**Best of luck to Steven and AJ with their shin splints, Blake with coming up with a pun that I will actually laugh at, and Erin with her move back to Wisconsin today. Oh and a very happy 23 to Abby.