I know it's posted a day late, but I didn't have internet, so I wrote it last night, and there will be two posts in one day.
What broke my day: Okay, this is officially the summer of cops. It seems like for the entirety of summer, I have seen more than the usual amount of cops around. And for the past two weeks I have literally seen a minimum of two cop cars while driving every day. That’s at least 28 cops within the past 14 days. Today alone I saw 6….and I don’t drive that much. Am I the only one in the Holland area that sees these police cars everywhere? Maybe they are just out to get me, it’s completely plausible. Now, don’t get me wrong, I am glad that these noble men and woman are perusing our streets to make us a safe town. But they just get me so ridiculously nervous that I find myself making more mistakes while driving when they are close. I don’t speed all that often (and now even less because I’m terrified of getting a ticket), and I am constantly terrified of getting into an accident. But, when I see a police car, I freaking freak out. I watch my speedometer like a hawk, while clutching the steering wheel for dear life hoping to not look like I’m driving drunk (which I would never ever do, because I find drunk driving despicable), and that stress causes me to become a terrible driver. They say you shouldn’t stress out while driving, you should be calm, cool, and, collected; but how the heck is that going to work with all these police around? The fact that if this high cop population continues, I will surely get a ticket, or in a crash, or something, makes me stress even more, and that is just depressing.
What made my day: Baby showers. Today one of my good friends Kristen was in town and she is pregnant. Kristen is like my big sister, she has guided me through my awkward high school years, and worried, spoiled, and gave me impeccable advice about anything and everything for some of the most important parts of growing up. If that doesn’t constitute a sister, than I have no idea what does. Well, a couple years ago she moved to Texas because her husband became a youth pastor, and my hair, and life have never been the same since. My life was better because of her influence, my hair, well, it has never been in a sadder state. Note: she is a hair stylist. Not only is she a hair stylist, but an amazing one, so good that if I become rich one day I will fly to Texas to get my hair done every three months. When she was in Michigan she wasn’t sure she was having kids, so the fact that she is now having a fabulous ‘bambina’ is wonderful. Anyways, the fact that I got to pick out something pink and girly and absolutely gorgeous, and also make something to give to what will undoubtedly be the best dressed baby in the world. She loved the hot pink and zebra trimmed hoodie towel that my mother made, along with that adorable onsie I wrote about earlier. It was wonderful catching up with her, seeing her adorable baby bump, eating good food, and winning at the shower games. I drew the best baby picture on a plate that was on my head. Not only that but I got to duck out of the gross shower game that involved tasting baby food and guessing what it was, because one of them involved meat, and I’m a vegetarian. See, I knew it had its perks. It was a good time, and seeing the happy soon-to-be mother, made me smile.
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