Tonight, Ben is out with the Gentlemen.  I’ve enjoyed a lovely evening to myself: sweatpants and sweatshirt, Chablis (I’m trying to like white wine.  Plus, Ben likes to cook with it, so somebody has to drink it, right?!?), and a little snack that Ben likes to call “Reese’s Dip Stuff”, which is what I refer to as “Lazy Lady’s  Buckeye”.  Ok, it’s equal parts powdered sugar and peanut butter with chocolate chips on top.  Heaven.  Also, as if there weren’t enough salt in the peanut butter and the USDA isn’t calling for the American citizens to consume less calories and salt, I like to salt the top of the peanut butter.  Just sayin.  Anyway, I took out the gorgeous sewing machine that my mother Santa gifted me for Christmas, and I was practicing sewing in straight lines.  Nothing impressive came out of tonights work, but nothing so horrible as last time, so I’ll take it as a victiorious triumph in the land of fine hand craftsmanship.  Also, I still have the Christmas lights up over the dining room windows, and recently decided that our decor would be better with 2 mood lamps on our cotton candy purple buffet table.  Interestingly enough, Ben and I both received one mood lamp each when we were in high school, and I got them from their respective places of storage from each of our parents homes and put them on opposite ends of our amazing buffet table, with the wall scones just above and outside of them on the wall.  It would have been an awesome idea except for one. thing.  I knew when I saw Ben’s lava lamp that this project would be the best idea ever.  He didn’t believe me, but I swore up and down that I knew what I was doing.  I saw his lamp and knew that it was the exact same model as mine!  And, I was right.  Ben received the same lamp with the purple liquid and yellow wax.  amazing!

So anyway, tonight has been delightful.

Here are some other points of note:

  • My friend Emilie lent me her copy of “The Business of Being Born” and “Birth: The Surprising History of How We Are Born”.  Amazing.  I blazed through about 160 pages of the book the first afternoon, and watched the movie that night as well.  Ben refused to watch the movie with me, but he says he will if we are ever pregnant… so, that’s cool.  I don’t really blame him, as long as he’s cool with whatever I want to do, haha!  I’m sold on the home-birth.  It’s a fact.  The fact that I am becoming more of a “hippie” than anybody would have previously thought possible is undebatable as I write this on my retro-space age thrift store table sitting on an asthetically delightful vintage blue vinyl half-arm dining chair.  Photos must follow.  Regardless, my eyes have been opened to things I never even thought about before a year or 6 months ago, especially in regards to child-rearing having a baby.  Ok, let’s face it:  I know nothing about raising a child, but birth, breastfeeding, induction, Pitocin and epidurals?  I am learning!
  • Ben has an interview at Starbucks on Wednesday.  PRAISE the Lord.  Please also pray that he gets the job and starts… on Thursday?  haha.  Even funnier: it’s probably going to be an exclusively 5:00 AM clock in time for Ben.  If you know Ben at all, you can understand how the impossibility of this situation is something that only God could arrange… and pull off!
  • Ben and I have been invited to go down to Columbus for 2 days to meet with the Campus Crusade for Christ team that we are applying for.  I guess we’re going to be going to prayer meetings, and maybe going to a campus!  This is an OMG thing.  A really big, oh man, wowie zowie thing.  I have to take off 2 days of work for this, but I’m trusting that it will be worth it and that the money will be made up with Ben’s promising Starbucks position.  
  • We have had a workable kitchen for several days straight.  I may not even be able to explain to you the magnitude of this situation.  Having counter space readily available, not having to wash all of the dishes that you need for dinner before you can make dinner… glorious.
  • On a similar note to all of these items, it appears as though the fog that we’ve been trudging though is lifting.  Ben is leaving his Ninevah.  I cannot begin to express how minute changes that are taking place have been so big.  Ben is following the Lord in faith, and the change has been glorious.  I could say more on this, but Ben is home now and we’ve been hanging out for a while and now I’m going to go to bed. 

Hopefully there will be more chronicles of good things as they come along in this season of movement.

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