My Two Husbands

These are my two husbands - Marc and Bart. Bart came for a visit last weekend and we had a blast! We joke that we're the perfect trio! I like it when Bart visits us for many reasons, but one is that I feel like I have two husbands. I always have someone to talk to or help me out. It's the best thing in the world. I'm not even kidding you. Marc is in the basement practicing for worship band? No worries! Bart is in the kitchen talking to me while I bake brownies! Bart has to go take a shower? No problem here! Marc comes upstairs to spend time with me!

Marc and Bart met while they were both stationed in Minot, ND while in the Air Force. They've served our country together, lived together, shared life together, and may or may not have been a gay couple on a home design show several years ago. When I was in college Marc sent me a picture of Bart (I still have it) to "introduce" me to him and Marc showed Bart a picture of me and told him that I was the girl he was going to marry.

Bart came to visit us because he's getting deployed. Yuck. I mean, yay for a protected country and all that, but yuck that Bart has to leave us for a long time - through the holidays and everything. Poo. Ironically enough Bart is (most likely) getting deployed on July 4. Go figure. Anyway we probably won't get to see him until next January so if you could keep Bart in your prayers we'd appreciate it! I hope he doesn't mind getting lots of packages while he's there!

The good and the bad

So the lever that allows you to select how light or dark you want your toast broke on the toaster at work yesterday. The good news is that it broke right in the middle so that's got to count for something right? You'll get averagely toasted toast every time!

Fun surprises when you check your email

I checked my email. I do this everyday. Multiple times a day. But today was different. Today when I checked my email I had an email from Megan to Desiree and I confirming the weekend of our summer Wild 'n Wacky Girls Weekend. YAY! This makes me happy for multiple reasons, the first being that I now know when I'll get to see my two best friends, but also because I can move through the summer happily knowing we have a date set :) They know me really well so we plan dates far in advance to keep me calm. We also have to plan so far in advance because now that we're all grown up we're riduculously busy and so planning a weekend when all three of us are free literally needs to be done five months in advance. Secretly, that's one of the reasons why I love us.

In other news we had the best hamburgers tonight for dinner. Well second best. We all know that I think that Ale burgers from the American Alehouse and Grill located right here in State College are the best in the universe. I seasoned up some hambuger meat and Marc threw them on the grill. Oh my. Top notch.

I've just been working on planning the summer schedule and events for HSM. You know you had a bad day when your second job is your stress relief for your first job. Or it could be that I was planning. That calms me down too.

Our friends Amber and Pete are getting married in a week and a half. I'm not going to lie, it's really made me miss this time last year when I was planning our wedding. I loved planning our wedding. Loved. It. I seriously had the time of my life. I've thought about being a wedding planner, but what if a "Jennifer Lopez" incident happens to me? Or what if I suggest something and the bride *gasp* wants her own idea? I'd throw champagne in her face and leave. Do you see why I haven't gone into this field yet? I have some issues to work through.

Ideal Holsteins

I was driving out to meet the HSMers in Centre Hall, PA for our CityServe project the other day and I passed a sign for "Ideal Holsteins". I'm sorry. What? Ideal holsteins? They're only ideal, no better than that?

Random person: Yes hello! I'm looking for a holstein. One that is really beautiful, eats a nice grass/hay mix, and will win awards at the next 4-H show.
Farmer: Hmmm well I have me here some ideal holsteins (pronounced "ahdeel hulsteens" of course)
Random person: Ideal you say? Hmm. Will that be good enough?
Farmer: Well they're ideal.
Random person: Only ideal? You don't have any Fantastic Holsteins?
Farmer: Nope, only ideal, didn't ya read the sign?

I wanted to stop and asked what made them only ideal. Was that good enough for this farmer? Why didn't he strive for more than ideal? But then I missed my turn onto Hoot Road (yes I mentioned the specific road name here because it is such a fantastic road name) and had to pull some fancy driving moves to get myself turned around without spilling seven pizzas all over the inside of my car.

CityServe

I had the opportunity today to serve with some of our HSM kids and leaders scraping paint off of Wendy and Jake's studio.

It was pretty awesome to serve shoulder to shoulder with the students - they're awesome! I hung around to order and pick up the pizzas (apparently Papa John's doesn't deliver to Centre Hall) so I showed up at lunch time (after NOT getting hot chocolate for Todd, I fail him in so many ways). Because of this I missed getting to spend time serving with our great group of Junior girls - I was bummed!

The weather is supposed to be crummy tomorrow (seriously it was 75 yesterday and they're calling for snow tomorrow - how is this even possible) so we had to postpone the painting of the studio and house. We'll probably head out there in about two weeks - many this will mean warm sunny weather?!

We had interesting discussions ranging from ghosts to gender roles in relationships to never being able to find a verse in the bible that you're trying to reference (and those people who know where every verse ever is located). I love how dynamic and completely willing to just go with it our group is!

Sometimes in the frenzy of preparing, picking up pizzas and getting paint flakes out of your eye it's easy to lose sight of why we were out there serving today. We were out there to BE the church - the church isn't a building, it's a group of people that love Jesus and serve those around them. HSM tries to be the hands and feet of Jesus and figure out what in the world that looks like in our world. I didn't get a chance to talk to Wendy and Jake much (I mean about topics other and scraping paint, cracked glass, or band aids), but it was nice to serve alongside of them. It was nice to meet my "neighbors". I'm glad Paul is who he is and was able to connect us to Wendy and Jake so we could serve them!

A lot to be thankful for today :) I'm about to head upstairs to snuggle with Marc, Lily, and Tucker - that's a good ending to a great day!

Ace of Blog, The Beach Blogs, and many more

So I'm not sure how Marc is feeling about the blog. Although he made at least 150 blog related jokes last night in about a ten minute time period. He had me laughing so hard I don't think I took a breath the entire time. This morning at breakfast he suggested that I have a vlog like the Shwardettes or something like that. I had no idea what a vlog was (this, apparently, is a video log. I like being on camera so I'd consider this). I also didn't know who the Shardeetiehoomers were either. Apparently they're a family that has a vlog on YouTube. Marc says the dad is very funny. Oh I just looked it up - they're the Shaytards. Well apparently his name is Shay and he wears unitards so that is why it's called that. This has become terribly confusing.

I got Marc to look at Pensyl Points this morning before I left for work. Now I just have to give him the password so he can blog too! :)

I have a cold.

So I have a cold. I'd rather be cold than have this cold. I don't handle being sick well. I used to think that I had a high pain tolerance. I don't. At all. Especially when it comes to being sick. I'm the biggest weenie on the planet. Good thing I don't get sick that often. Marc is taking VERY good care of me -I'm lucky to have him! I've had this cold once a year for the past several years. Oh well - I guess I should count my blessings - there are a lot worse things, huh? Anyway, like I stated earlier I don't handle pain well and since my nose has been all stuffy for the past two or so days now it hurts from blowing it. I tried to beat the system and prevent "dry nose skin" syndrome, but no such luck. I'd blow my nose, apply some vasaline, sneeze, blow my nose again only to wipe off my protective layer of vasaline. My throat is sore and I can’t talk. Did you read that last part carefully? I’ll type it again just in case – I can’t talk. This is tragic. Not so much for Marc I bet. He hasn't had to hear me sing "Lean on Me" in about four days. I took Dayquil for the first time ever on Monday. Whoa. I felt floaty all day.

I've succumbed

Well. Here it is. A blog to let you into the wild and wonderful world that is the Pensyls! Welcome to our world!