absurd purchase, insomnia and nineties music

Sounds like a Lemony Snicket warning. "Beware dear reader as this post contains an absurd purchase, an insomniac and music from the nineties. (10 minute interval) It also includes an insomniac baby who likes to taste things, and a husband with an eye mask on and a pillow wrapped around his ears."

I can't sleep and now Johnny is wide awake. He is playing with a toy in his crib and I am blogging. It's always a bit silly to blog when sleepy--you may say something you regret but here goes.

On Saturday, Tuan asked me to swing by this antique store in D'Lo to see if they had any chests of drawers. I returned home with an enormous rocking chair with a rattan seat, instead of the needed piece of furniture. It is beautiful. The chair also expanded on the way home and in our living room it dwarfed all the furniture but the couch. That necessitated rearranging the bedroom to fit the rocking chair in and then Tuan was highly motivated to reform all the storage beneath our behemoth of a bed. I'm really glad he got into this however, as I was trying to "make do" with an assortment of storage pieces and old cardboard boxes. Instead, he (being his very Tuan-like self) measured the dimensions under the bed and bought exactly the amount of storage containers at wal-mart to fit perfectly under the bed. Tonight, we organized and stored and the area beneath that which we sleep upon is now clean, orderly and matching. It's a "good thing."

My husband has a gift for packing and storing. He can just make things fit when I cannot. In college, he could move from one apartment to another in one trip with just his Jeep Wrangler. That is one of the reasons I married him. Way before Tuan and I were mutually attracted, we were good friends. He was the "guy friend" who was around. The attraction increased over about a year's time, but the thing that really caused me to make the decision that, yes, I did want to marry him, was that he had a lot of great qualities that I didn't and I could spend time with him and not "grow weary." I guess you could say it was both a pragmatic and a passionate decision. I knew Tuan for about four years before we started dating. During that time, I twice had my heart broken and really despaired of ever being found by "the one" and getting married. All that time he was right in front of my nose!

I guess what I am trying to say is that girls, don't be too hasty to dismiss the nice dependable guy who you're "just friends" with because he doesn't fit some ideal you constructed when you were fifteen and foolish. Give them a chance! It could turn out better than you could concieve. I will also say that when I brought out the "list" of what I (at fifteen) wanted in a husband, Tuan fit the essentials perfectly. No, he doesn't play guitar (bass and trumpet instead) and no I didn't meet him at TL (but we did meet at another camp), but he can cook like nobody's business, makes me laugh, and can sing like Louie Armstrong. I am also thankful that there is only one guitarist in the family and that I'm not a pastor's wife (wasn't that #6 on the list?). Mostly, I am thankful to be married to a godly man who is truly my best friend.

I didn't make it to the nineties music. A hazard of choosing the title before you actually write the blog. Shouldn't they have the title thing at the end of the blog?