Following the Leader

Every so often, I fall prey to caring about what society says.  Honestly, it doesn't happen all that much.  I'm usually pretty okay with being an individual, but hey!  we all want a little validation now and again, am I right?  Unfortunately, most of the time, when I start to care about what society says, it usually just ends with me feeling like crap about myself.  Case in point...

I am not a leader.  I do not want to be a leader.  I have no crowd asking me to lead.  It seems like this is working for everyone involved.  But if you look a little closer, you'll realize that society tells us that only leaders are worthwhile, and that is the only reason (according to what you hear in general society) to pay attention and/or give time to children:  because they are the leaders of tomorrow.

But... you know that cliche... which apparently no one believes... about having too many chiefs and not enough Indians?  (queue the P.C. police now)  Well.  I actually do believe that.  And I'm actually pretty solidly happy being an Indian.  For those of you that don't know, I actually wanted to be an Indian when I was a child.  Like not for Halloween.  It's what I wanted to be when I grew up.  I was beyond bummed when I realized that being a so-called native American was part of your DNA and not a career option. 

So, imagine my enthusiasm when I examined my life and found that I am a metaphorical Indian.  Well, my enthusiasm was actually not very high because I don't usually get that excited about anything, even things that I care a lot about.  Still.  I am an Indian.

When Billy and I were doing some marriage counseling several years ago, one of the things that we learned is that more people in America test as "phlegmatic" or lazy.  There are actually lots of really good qualities to phlegmatics.  Being lazy is just a part of it.  So, I figured that if I feel inadequate by society's preferences for leaders, and most Americans are not naturally leaders by personality, then there are probably many people who feel some sort of societal pressure to be something they are not, when what we really need anyway are more good followers.

So, I present... after that obnoxiously long introduction... my short list of encouragement for followers.

1.  Being a follower makes a leader great. 

By definition a leader cannot lead if s/he has no followers.  This should be pretty straight forward.  Therefore, by following someone, you are contributing to that person's potential for greatness.  They would not be a great leader if you were not there to follow.

2.  Being a follower can be a very intellectually stimulating pursuit.

Sometimes, the word "follower" is used in a derogatory sense, particularly with kids in the bad crowd.  I know my husband and I have talked about whether our kids would do okay in the public schools and decided that for now, they would not because they are "followers." 

But followers can choose who to follow, and it is much like defining and refining a belief system.  For an incredibly over-used and obvious example, consider Hitler.  Many people followed him, and they were all presumably stupid. 

But many people also followed Steve Jobs and... okay bad example... same conclusion as above.

But many people also followed Martin Luther King, Jr., and they were smart people.

Obviously, it's not this cut and dry.  But you get the point...  The followers can choose which leader they will follow by using their minds to reason through and understand their beliefs.  The fact that many people follow without doing this doesn't undermine the value of following with doing this.

3.  While we are following, chances are, we are still leading someone.

Most people have someone in their life that looks to them.  For parents, it's obviously our children.  But even for those without children, there are tons of opportunities for interpersonal relationships that often are not viewed by our culture as "leading" opportunities, but they absolutely are!  There are new co-workers who will often look to the veterans for how co-workers interact in a particular company.  There are neighbors who will put gutters on their house because they saw you do it, and there you are leading your part of town to care for their homes a little more and revitalize.  (This is real life, people; it don't get better than this!)

And because I am only mildly passionate about anything, I have lost steam and will close with just one last thought -

THE END.

Everywhere But Here

If you have been asking yourself why I haven't posted lately, I will first ask you why you are being so judgmental.  Once we have that out of the way, I'll let you know that I have been doing a lot of writing lately.  I've been a verifiable writing machine, people.  I just haven't done any of it here. 

In November, as I've already mentioned on here, I started writing for the 100 Thing Challenge blog.  That has been fun and challenging at times, as it has forced me to be focused on a very specific aspect of my life - namely, simplicity.  Now, simplicity is something that pervades my life, so it's not incredibly difficult, but in some aspects, it becomes a challenge because for me, part of simplicity is that I don't even think about it.  I've structured my life in such a way that I don't always need to consciously think about making simplicity-focused decisions.  So, sometimes, I don't even link areas of my life to simplicity because... well, it's just normal, right?  Except it's not really, and sometimes, I have to remind myself of how weird I actually am.

I've also started taking a couple of Courera class: specifically, some writing classes.  It's also been fun and challenging.  I originally signed up to have access to the videos because as a writing teacher, I wanted to see how some professors at top universities teach writing.  I've been pleased to find that Duke professors teach it much the same as I do.  So, it's good to know that they are up to par. 

Actually, I have learned some great stuff from Prof. Comer, which I won't go into now.  But beware, any students I have.  I already incorporated some of it into my current class, and those suckers don't even know it.

So, yeah... that class has kept me very busy, but don't worry!  On top of it, I did find time this morning to write about 20 Amazon reviews, which kind of makes it sound like I buy a lot of stuff, which doesn't mesh well with the simplicity that I just claimed above.   But actually, the purchases were from the last year, and included things like water filters.  I started reviewing things on Amazon once I found out that top reviewers can get free things to review.  But I am not prolific enough to really make a dent in my rating, so why do I even try?

Delta Queen Review: The Charm Only Goes So Far

On March 8-9, 2013, my husband and I traveled to Chattanooga, Tenn., for a little anniversary getaway.  There's so much to do there, and I plan to write some reviews of activities there to help other people plan their trip.  Today, I wanted to talk, specifically, about the hotel we stayed out - The Delta Queen.

The Delta Queen is a paddle boat from the early 1900's that has been docked and was turned into a hotel in 2009.   We got a Living Social deal for 2 nights (including hot breakfast), $10 at the gift shop, $25 credit at the restuarant, and a bottle of wine and fruit tray.  All of that cost $187.  So, we arrived on Friday, around dinnertime and stayed until check-out (11am) on Sunday.

There's definitely some history and charm to the place, but as we found out, charm can only go so far when it is competing against untrained (sometimes rude) staff, broken water heaters, and the general noise of a hotel.

The Good

Something we loved about the hotel was the great location.  Not only was it quaint to board a ship for the night, but it was also located in just the right area of the town, next to a great park on the north shore of the Tennessee river. and in between the John Ross (Market Street) and Walnut Street bridges.  The Walnut Street bridge is a bridge only for foot traffic, and Chattanooga has such a walkable downtown, that this made for a great, convenient start to our day.  Also, because Chattanooga is the home the Moonpie, the hotel offered unlimited free miniature Moonpies for guests.

Another thing that we enjoyed was simply the history of the boat and opportunity to pretend that we were among the significantly wealthy of the turn of the century.  On Saturday, we spent a lazy morning at the hotel and took a self-guided tour.  My husband and I are both quite interested in history, and since we live a simple lifestyle, we thought it was fun to think about what a riverboat cruise in 1920 would be like.  Certainly not the same as an ocean liner these days!

Finally, I really loved that there was no phone or TV in the rooms.   I guess this could be something that goes either way for different people, but for me, it was awesome.  It kind of forced us to focus on each other, even after we'd just spent all day together (can you tell my primary love language is quality time?).   Instead of wake-up calls, you could sign up for a wake-up knock, which I thought was charming.  They did have wi-fi, but it was only good enough for general e-mail checking, as photos didn't even load.

The Bad

Unfortunately with the charm of an old boat, you also get the inconvenience of the time.  It was obvious that they did not do a complete overhaul on the plumbing and ventilation systems.  I'm not sure what that would have taken, but the result was that the toilets were difficult to flush (had to hold the handle down continually) and the rooms were incredibly cold (they offered space heaters if you needed, but at night the comforters were enough for us).  Because the ventilation was old, the doors to the rooms were designed for airflow, instead of to block noise.  There was also a nice little game table directly outside our room, which caused more noise at night than I preferred.  It wasn't horrible, but I would imagine it would be worse in the summer, when there are more guests.

In addition to this general, constant state of the hotel, there was also a problem with the water heater, as in... there was almost no hot water.  When we complained at the front desk, we were quickly told (by the manager, I believe) that the water was just being used by too many people at once, and it needed to run for 20 minutes in order to get hot, but after that length of time, we were only able to achieve tepid water, making bathing was particularly painful.  We later found out that the water heater was broken.  At checkout, I asked for a refund of my taxes (which had not been included in the Living Social price), and they said that they would be giving refunds to everyone due to the water situation.  Unfortunately, they have not yet refunded my $30, despite me having called twice.

The last thing that really didn't sit well with us was the lack of employee training in general, from the check-in experience to the "nice dinner" in their restaurant.  To me, the first experience at a hotel charging $140/night for a standard room should be a warm welcome and the general feeling that the staff is there to help me have a comfortable stay.   The check-in girl was curt and unhelpful when we were asking about parking (they have no designated parking lot).  The girl working front desk in the morning was much nicer, but did not seem to know the answers to questions or have keys to important locks (such as the one that could turn off the fire alarm that went off at 8am on Saturday morning).  I could tell by her constant apologies that she wanted to make our stay enjoyable, so it was clearly her training that was at fault and not her own attitude.  In the restaurant, the waitress didn't know what kind of beers were available and failed to bring drink refills after multiple requests. 

The Verdict

Overall, The Delta Queen needs new management and repairs to make it a hotel worth recommending.  So, while Chattanooga is a great place for a getaway, another hotel would be a better choice.

Pinewood Derby

It was something that I'll be honest about... not that I tend to sugar coat anything else I put up on the blog, anyway.  I have always kind of thought of the Pinewood Derby concept as a dork contest.  Okay, in the interest of full disclosure, I've pretty much thought of boy scouts, in general, as a big dork fest.    My idea of boy scouts is probably not unlike many people's idea of homeschoolers.   There are those totally weird-o ones out there and we all get a tarnished rap because of them.  So, I'm admitting right here, right now that my prejudice against these handkerchief tying, short-short-wearing guys is unfair and wholly unattractive of me.

So, today, we went to a Cub Scout Pack 400 Pinewood Derby.  And it was a blast.  It was so fun to watch the boys hope for their car's success and be proud of the victories.  It was equally fun to see that no one had poor sportsmanship about losing.  It was just a fun time for all.

A couple of weeks ago, I admitted to not liking other people's kids, so it continues to amuse me how much I like these kids that we have been able to hang out with and get to know over the last 6 months. 

Today was also cool, though, because we got to meet some parents, which for our little group is a more uncommon occurrence than most boy scout groups.  This isn't your typical pack.  It's an inner city group, comprised mostly of children living in government housing.   Most of the boys don't have uniforms, let alone badges.  They don't go camping or sit still long enough to learn to tie knots.  They run around threatening each other with make-shift weapons of thrown chairs and fists.  But they are amazing. 

They are children who love attention and remember you when you come back.  They are kids who hear the message of peace you're giving them even when their ingrained habits take over when you hope they'll back down from a fight.  They are kids who make me smile as much as I make them smile.

Pretty impressive feat for other people's kids.

A Brief Personal History of Valentine's Day

If you know much about me, you've probably come to realize that I carry very little sentiment around in my life, and while I love a good romantic experience, I really don't put much stock into one-time love fests.  So, Valentine's Day is not high on my list of celebrations to go all out for.  Now, I'm not a Valentine's Scrooge or anything.  I bought Billy a gift for $3.50.  And he outdid me by spending $3.99 on his gift (which technically was for the whole family, so I guess, really, I outdid him... if we're looking at the per capita rate, which why wouldn't we?)

So, Valentine's Day comes and goes around here with little fanfare.  Some super moms and dating divas would find that really sad, but it's actually quite an improvement in my old attitude about the holiday.

When I was a 9-year-old child, I found the holiday so repulsive that I actually asked to get my tonsils removed on Valentine's Day.  I was very well aware that I was making a statement, which was effectively, "Valentine's Day is so stupid, I would rather go under sedation and wake up to extreme physical pain that lasts 2 weeks than have to go celebrate it with my fellow fourth graders."

When I grew up, Valentine's Day became no more of a day to enjoy, but rather I continued to harbor my spite toward it.  I remember quite clearly the single moms' group at my church planning a Valentine's Day mother's get together.  A time to pamper ourselves without kids... sit in the hot tub and just chat like normal women who didn't have the extreme stress that we were all under (does that woman even exist?).

I flatly suggested that we make it an anti-Valentine's party and all wear black.  Everyone laughed thinking that I was joking.  But I wasn't.  This is the problem with having a dry sense of humor.  It is very hard for people to know when you are being serious and when you are being hysterically funny because every facial expression you have is exactly the same and your tone of voice always sounds bored.  So, even when I said, "No, I'm serious," everyone still laughed.

I don't think I will ever be the person that wants a fancy dinner on Valentine's Day. But I have at least begun to educate my children on the real meaning of Valentine's Day, which of course, is to engage in civil disobedience.

Work-Out-Video-Aholic

It's true.  I love workout videos.  So much that if I were home alone and feeling like a work out, I would probably even do this one.   Not that I ever have.  Seriously.  I really haven't.

I love workout videos so much that I think I will never, ever, ever, ever get back together with a gym membership.  If you thought I just quoted Taylor Swift, you're wrong.  This is an imitation of Strong Bad and nothing else.

I had a gym membership a couple of times in my life.  I kind of remembering growing up with one, but it really became mine in college.  Mainly because it came with tuition.  But actually, I used it a lot.  My freshman year, I took martial arts 3 times a week and did strength training 3 other days (that's 6 days a week total, for our non-math-oriented friends).  Second semester I added in swimming a few times a week with my roomie, who happened to also have her first class with me and her second class in the same building as mine.  So what the heck, we ate lunch together on those days, too.  She is a very special friend!

The only other time I spent money on a membership was when Ashlyn was nearly a year old.  I suffered from pretty serious postpartum depression for that year, and my pregnancy weight gain (and subsequent retention) did nothing to help that out.  So, though we really couldn't afford it, I joined a gym that offered childcare.  I went there 3-5 times a week, too, for my personal reprieve.  Some days I met with a personal trainer Blake, whose first name was actually Robert, making his name Robert Blake, who for those of you who don't know is a celebrity murderer.  As in... he is a celebrity.  Not that he murders celebrities.  He apparently just murders estranged wives.

But my trainer was cool and nice.  He wasn't a beefcake of a dude who grunted at me.  He was actually pretty lanky, and when I told him I didn't like an exercise he found another one for me to do instead.  I liked that.  I was paying him for motivation and knowledge, not torture.

I digress pretty severely.

So, the workout videos...  why am I sticking with them?

#1.  Because I love to quote movies, and workout videos are no exception.

If you doubt this, then you have obviously never used Thighs of Steel or had an amazingly funny best friend in high school to quote things such as "Alright, Tracy, thanks!"  and "Mm-hm... sure does!"  I mean, you can see how these things can easily fit into everyday conversation 20 years later.

#2.  Because all in all, I'm lazy and loving it.

To be fair to myself, I'm just a low-energy person.  God made me this way.  I have a strong work ethic and I take care of my responsibilities, but in the end, I just don't have the energy that some people have.   So, the thought of packing a gym bag, shoving kids out the door, getting in my car, running back into the house to grab what I forgot, getting in my car, driving to the gym, and unloading the kids in the daycare all before I work out????  No thanks.  This doesn't even include what I have to do afterwards!

#3. Because the music is amazing!

Okay... back to Thighs of Steel.  Who doesn't want to work out to a song with complete lyrics of "Attituuuuuude"?

Even more modern videos like The Firm's latest release has funky beats and weird random sounds on the off-beat.  Stuff you won't run into on the radio at the gym. 

But seriously, some of the best music found in one place is on Cindy Crawford's New Dimension workout.  It's a workout for new moms, but I still use it from time to time because it is a good workout and where else will I find Sixpence None the Richer, Poe, and lunges?

Family Resemblance

Today, the girls and I went to the library, as is our weekly custom.  I swear, it confounds me that people actually buy books when you can get them for free.  But that's a side point.

The point today is how interesting and weird I think it is that family resemblances come out in random ways at random times.  You know, like that photo here or there where you realize you look just like your mother.  Not that that's ever happened to me or anything.

Ok, ya caught me.  I can remember one picture in particular from when I was in college that kind of freaked me out with the uncanny resemblance.  I had grown up hearing everyone - everyone - telling my sister that she looked so much like our mother, but that comment was rarely directed at me.  And when it was, the whole family united in a commenter bashing along the lines of, "People like that just say things because they don't know what else to say."  It was ingrained in me that I looked fully and completely like my dad.

So, this picture knocked me off my base a little, ya know?

And what's this have to do with the library?  What?  Don't you always think about family pictures when you're at the library?  Well, I don't either.

But today, one of the librarians told me that my girls looked exactly alike except for hair color.  But this is contrary to everything that I heard when they were younger.  Things like the ever-untactful, "Wow... your kids don't look anything alike!  Are you sure they're related?" 

Hmmm... let's see.  Do I really need to go into a reproduction lesson right here at the gym?

Now, as Ashlyn has gotten older, I've seen some areas where she and Eve look a bit alike.  (Eve has also gotten older, as I've not yet perfected my anti-aging serum... not that I would give it to my children, thus trapping myself forever in parenthood.)  But I don't know that I've ever really thought they look "exactly alike."  I tried to just be polite and think perhaps this man saw something that I didn't see.  Maybe he was seeing just the right angle of noses or just the perfect degree of a smile where their similarities were captured.

But then, I saw it.  As I was looking into my rear-view mirror to pull out of the parking lot, I saw it.  Both girls had their heads turned down, but I could still see their faces enough.  They were reading their own books, but they looked identical.  It was weird, and somehow it was pretty sweet, too. 

Equilibrium

Two years ago this month my life converged upon the crossroads of stress and chaos.  I was thrown suddenly into a daily routine of feeling overwhelmed.

We had come to this point after a few years of discussion and prayer.  But months of active preparation didn't stop the turmoil that happened in our home and in my heart and mind. 

It happened when a certain little boy entered our home with incessant requests for peanut butter and endless punches thrown at my other children.  He also came with lots of huge toys sent from a loving aunt, who he couldn't stay with due to her own health issues.  So, he came to stay with us until we learned more about where he would stay forever.  We were his 5th home in half as many years.  To say that there were trust issues was an understatement.  To suggest that control was hard to for him to hand over was beyond that.  But for all that was going on in this little guy's heart, my own had just as many emotions to sort through.

Maybe it's not surprising that I had such trouble taking in a child with a personality so much like mine.  After all, I'm one of the few moms that I know who is has confessed to not being a kid person.  This usually receives a sizable share of strange looks, to which I always feel obligated to explain, "I like my kids, just not other people's."**


But here I was with someone else's kid living in my house, balancing the idea that he was not mine (that was thoroughly ground into me in my 30-hours of government-led foster training) but that he needed to feel like part of a family... but not so much that it would scar him if he's ripped away from us and put back with another member of his biological family that could theoretically live in Guam and have never met the child's mother let alone him, but for goodness sake's they share a bloodline!

So, we began this insane trip toward adoption.  And long story, medium length have now adopted the little dude, and I do love him now as my own child... because um... he is my own child.

A lot has changed in those 2 years since his entrance.  He hardly eats peanut butter anymore, and he knows now that boys need to protect girls, not hit them.  But things have changed in me, too. 

It kind of hit me this morning that it's been quite a long time since I've dreaded his day's off from preschool as a preview to the eternal wrath of God.  It's been even longer since I cried everyday at the thought of being home alone with the kids while Billy left for work. 

In fact...this morning, as I brushed my hair I kind of.... felt normal.

**(I also feel obligated to tell all the moms from our homeschool co-op that the level of distaste for other people's kids is inversely related to a child's age and his ability to grasp and appreciate the nuance of sarcasm.  Hence, I teach the high school class and merely "hang out" in the 5th and 6th grade, where this skill is just starting to bloom in most.  I also like kids on a case by case basis, so if your child is not yet at Level 4, I might still like him or her.  Or I might not.  I also might have just made this all worse.)

Amistad

Tengo una amiga se llama Rebeca.  Cuando le conocé le pregunté si me ayudaría con español.  Quiero mucho aprenderlo.   Pero no tengo nadie que habla conmigo.  Así que, decidimos que hablariamos junta en español.  Cuando nos encontramos para café, esto es que haciamos - una vez, quizás dos veces.  Pero hablo muy despacio y para mi es muy dificil entender cuando alguien está hablando.  Así que, hablabamos en inglés, otra vez.

Necesito practicar mi español, pero este artículo no sobre eso.   Este es de amistad.

Rebeca y yo somos muy diferentes.  Es de Honduras y soy de los Estados Unidos.  Es joven y soy no tan mucho.  Está solo y estoy casada. Tengo hijos y no tiene ninguno. Se viste en ropas sofisticadas y llevo jeans y camisetas cada día.

Pero anoche nos vimos y pasamos 3 horas juntas porque sabemos que no es necesario estar el mismo en todo.  En realidad, es más interesante aprender otras vidas y aprender más sobre nosotros mismos través otros.  

Hay algo que puede unir todas personas aún si son diferentes.  Y este es Cristo.  Con Cristo, yo sé cada persona es igual.  Y con Cristo, es posible llegar a ser más que una edad o estado marital.  En Cristo, toda persona es valiosa.  Y hay muchas cosas que compartimos. 

Así que, me alegra mi amiga porque me trata con amor y cuando paso tiempo con ella, recuerdo que el Dios me ama.  Espero que se siente el mismo.

Eating Cookies

My oldest daughter turned 12 at the end of last summer, and it comes with all kinds of adventures.  But one things that perhaps is labeled more accurately as a lack of adventure is that her playtime looks more and more like sitting around reading or using her DS and less and less activity.  So, ever the vigilant parent, I knew I had to do something about that.  That something was initiate her into the glorious world of the workout video.

I will have to go into detail on that later because this isn't really about that process.  I simply mention it to say that I work out on a regular basis.  And in fact, I'm a pretty darn healthy person.  We eat multiple servings of fruits and vegetables every day, and we typically limit our meat to poultry.  )I realize that fish would be better, but I just can't stand most of it.)  We eat whole grains and a good balance of dairy and trail mix.

But man... I tell you what.  Lately (read: for the last 2 days), I've been on such a comfort food kick, it's unbelievable.  Yesterday was rainy, and instantly I want to stay in my PJs, brew some coffee and watch educational programs on historychannel.com.  Okay, fine..... Ellen videos on YouTube.

So, my eating - as evidenced by recent status updates confessing my streak of 5 breakfast meals in a row - has been less than balanced.  Even still, I tried to be healthy when eating my 1st lunch of breakfast, which consisted of toast, eggs, and turkey sausage.  After that, I pretty much gave in to the carb fiend within.

Tonight, I had the sudden urge to make cookies to compliment the coffee that I will be drinking later with my friend Rebeca, one of the few people that visits me while I'm tied down at home by children.  And by that, I mean... well, you can figure out what it means to be tied down at home by children.

But rest assured, as if you were spending your emotional energy worrying about my food intake, that these cookies are healthy, too.  After all, they're packed to the brim with wheat flour, old-fashioned oats and chocolate chips (semi-sweet... I mean, it's practically an herbal supplement.)

Does it make a difference that after I ate a few spoonfuls of the batter that I almost forgot I was supposed to actually bake them?

Relationships and Consumerism

So, sometime in November, I started writing for a blog called 100 Thing Challenge.  I was so excited (still am) to join in with this because the creator of the 100TC is someone who I've respected for quite a while, as I've followed his blog for several years.  Only a couple of bloggers can claim that honorable distinction.

The 100TC was started when Dave Bruno decided to challenge himself to live with just 100 personal items for a year... including clothes (although he did lump all undergarments together as 1 item... whew!)

But the purpose was to find ways to enjoy life without relying on excessive consumerism.   So, it's right up my alley, since I'm always trying to get by with less.

I've been posting there once a week or so, and it's been fun.  It's given me some focus of what to write about, and it's also given me some things to really think about in my own life, too.  Since December, when I wrote there about the story of Advent, I've really been thinking a lot about relationships and how our attitudes towards consumption infiltrate our attitudes toward people.

So, I guess this post is really just a post to ask you to go read my other recent post and then post a comment over there letting me know what you think. 

Date Night

I don't feel like I'm too hard to impress when it comes to date night, and for all the other intricacies I have, my husband can at least be grateful that he doesn't need to do much to show me a good time.

I used to read this blog called The Dating Divas that I saw from Pinterest.  I think I got there from a picture of popsicle sticks that had different date activities on them.  But as I read it, I quickly realized that it was not for me.  The time planning and the money invested just wasn't something for my energy or financial budgets.  (Not to say that the site has nothing to offer.  I mean, if you're the kind of person who likes gimmicks like movie-themed dates and dates that require supplies you don't typically keep around the house, then by all means, it's a great place for ideas.  I'm just not into that.)

But I am into coffee.  Mmmmmm..... yum.

I also like a good Chinese meal... as in, not a yucky, greasy buffet meal. 

And I'm a sucker for a good deal.

So, on Thursday, while my mother-in-law was in town, Billy and I hit the town and used coupons and a refillable mug and had an amazing time together.

We hit up Mei Wei, which of course, if fast food Chinese, but not greasy like the one in the mall.  Billy bought me a meal and got his own for free, which then made me think we needed to add egg rolls since we saved so much money.  This was actually probably the lowlight of the night.  Mei Wei egg rolls are not really worth it.  But everything else was yummy.

So, we had a great time.  BUT if that wasn't enough... we hit up Atlanta Bread afterward for their coffee.  Their coffee is right on par with the famous Donut Bank of Evansville.  I've said it before, and I'll say it again.  Anyone who has not had donuts from the Donut Bank has no idea what donuts are meant to be.  They are incredible.  Unfortunately, they are also very focused in one city in the middle America.  So, I'm glad to have ABC where I can at least get an incredibly yummy cup of coffee.

True to form, ABC started their closing procedures at 8:30, so by 9:05, we were pretty much being escorted out the door.  Even still, it was probably the longest date we've been on in .... ever.  Usually we rely on Awana for babysitting, so our dates are all of 90 minutes.  But this week, we got to enjoy 4 hours together.  It was a quality time lover's dream come true.

Then we watched 3 episodes of Battlestar Galactica because after all, I love my husband.