Sweet sweet evening

It’s date night. We’ve been to Houndstooth for coffee and to Uchiko for for best freaking food anywhere, and I’m blogging from a booth at Flying Saucer where we’re finishing off some pints. I figured I should blog now before things get blurry 😉

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Brian at Flying Saucer

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Me at Houndstooth

After a long couple of weeks, this is a sweet, sweet evening with my husband. Gotta go– he’s back from the restroom 😉

Lots-o-change

So, I told you yesterday that Brian was bragging on me. Gosh– still makes me blush. Anyways… the bragging was centered in large part around the changes going on at my job.

Next year, I will leave the elementary school and go back to being a middle school teacher. We are restructuring parts of our school, so I will still have my beloved 6th grade, but I will also have 7th and 8th grade. I will teach English Language Arts to all three grades, and then teach Bible to 8th grade. It’s another BIG change in a series of BIG changes.

In the last two years I met the love of my life, got engaged, got married, got involved in a new church and a new missional community, moved from south to north Austin, moved in with a MAN and a dog, started at a new job, switched to elementary school, wrote all new curriculum for that position, began turning the bachelor pad into a home for two, got a hematologist and a blood disorder, started a major development program through church, got a new missional community, and now, got a new job.

THERE’S BEEN A LOT OF CHANGE IN MY LIFE.

You’d think I’d be used to it by now. I am much more so than I used to be– that’s for sure. It just feels like I never get comfortable in anything, or else I do and that’s when the change comes. And what complicates this further is that I’m a natural planner– so I plan for all of these futures that never occur.

Our reading last week for Women’s Development was the book of Malachi. In chapter 3, God tells us that he does not change. I smiled when I read it because I learned that verse last semester when I learned about the character of God, specifically God’s immutability, or unchangeableness. God is unchanging in his being, perfections, purposes, and promises (yet God does act and feel emotions, and he acts and feels differently in response to different situations).

This is such a comfort! With all of these changes in position and location and role, my God stays the same. He stays holy and true and perfect– even when I am none of those things and shaking my fist at him that he changed things on me again!

The other part of my life that is unchanging is that I have Brian. I know that some people don’t see marriage as a forever- relationship, but Brian and I take marriage very seriously. We entered into a covenant relationship with God, and that relationship is for life– which I pray will be for many many more years. Our relationship changes, and we as individuals change, but Brian is always there.

After those last two paragraphs, I am reminded that I cannot complain about all of this change. It is my reality– it’s what God has decided for my life. I see the joy in almost all of the changes I listed above, and I can already see joy in this job change to come. No matter what the new school year brings, I have my God and (God willing) my Brian by my side.

He brags

After class tonight at church, Brian and I were talking to a friend of ours from the Austin Stone Story Team.

When we finished with our Story Team business, Brian got really excited and wanted to share some news. But the news he shared wasn’t his news, it was mine. Brian was bragging about me.

Just when I thought he was done, he started up again, “Oh hey, did Lindsey tell you about…?” He just kept on bragging!

I don’t know why that’s so strange to me– I’m get really proud of him, too. My husband is proud of me. So proud he can’t keep his mouth shut 😉 It makes me feel so loved– he knows me, he knows my life, he pays attention. My joys are his joys. My successes are his.

I love this part of marriage, this part of being one.

Not afraid

I mentioned last week that there are some changes going on at work. Tomorrow morning, we have another meeting.

Tonight, I’m fretting about it. I have no idea what’s going to happen, but that doesn’t stop me from speculating and reacting to my speculations. So, Brian stepped in.

Brian walked through some situations and asked me some hard questions. He made sure I wasn’t letting my pride interfere and that I was thinking about this from several points of view. He also pressed me to figure out where all of my feelings were coming from.

Honestly, it was annoying. I wanted to stew and pout. But Brian did the right thing and asked me hard questions, pulling me out of my funk.

I’m still not excited about tomorrow. But my mind is clearer and my heart less heavy. I’m grateful for a husband who is not afraid of the tough stuff.

Those classy Lundins

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Yep. That’s us. At the ballet.

I know what you’re thinking– that’s really classy. And you’re right. But that’s just how we roll 😉

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Our wonderful friend, Joseph, plays in the Austin Symphony and got us a deal on tickets, along with several of our friends. It was a great evening– dinner, ballet, and then to the east side of town for drinks and hilarious conversation.

I was reminded if several things tonight, and learned a few new things, too. I was reminded of how amazing and one of a kind my husband is and of how much I love this man. I was reminded that we were created to live in community and it is a beautiful thing.

I learned a couple things from the ballet, too– 1. the ballet can give you nightmares, 2. a ballet once caused a riot, and 3. if your white leotard turns into a black two piece swimsuit, then run! Only bad things will happen. Good thing I don’t wear spandex…

Just another classy night for the Lundins 🙂

It blew up

So, I’m sitting there on Sunday at church, just zoning out. It wasn’t that there was anything wrong with the sermon on the Gospel & Work, it’s just that, well– I didn’t really feel like I needed to hear it.

I work at this unique little Christian school with loving women who are called to teach. It’s so different than public school. Every woman I work with is doing what we do because they have the gift of teaching and they truly love God and children. And then there are my students– oh, my students! What a precious group of personalities! They make it a pleasure to go work every day. They are so dear to me.

So… I wasn’t really listening. I have a sweet situation at work. The sermon wasn’t really for me.

And then on Monday, work blew up.

It was misunderstanding after misunderstanding. The parents I’m supposed to be “partnering with” to educate their children were coming at me. Every time I tried to reach out to one of them, I got my hand slapped. It was nuts! And then we had a meeting where I realized my sweet situation would not look anything like this next year. It blew up.

Now– nothing catastrophic occurred, so I should clarify. I’m not leaving my school or anything– my job will just look different than it does now. And most situations with parents ended up working out in the end (after some drama). But my serene scene was definitely disrupted and this was a stressful, hectic, exhausting week of work.

Know what I’m doing tomorrow? I’m listening to that sermon again. Only this time, I’m going to actually listen.

PS– I just have to say this– it’s 8:24pm on a Friday evening and Brian is already asleep. And snoring. That’s the week we’ve had. Long hours for both of us. But he listened to the sermon the first time. I dare say he was more prepared than I for the week we just had. I’m not far behind him. At least for tonight, there is rest for the weary 🙂

A point of contention

This blog is, many times, a point of contention. Are you blogging tonight? No, I blogged the past three nights. That’s not true, I blogged on…

As if newlyweds needed anything else to try to figure out in their first year.

But on Sunday, when Brian and I wished each other a Happy 11 Months, the first thing out of his mouth following that was, “One more month of the blog!”

It’s been good to write. And it’s actually been a good thing to have something force you to write. But writing EVERY day— that’s been a challenge. And with the crazy schedules we talk about all the time on here, it’s been even more of one. I won’t lie– there have been fights that started from a conversation about the blog. I don’t think they were ever explicitly about the blog, but nevertheless, mentioning the blog in this house can cause some real tension.

But I know I’ll miss it. I already told Brian that I want to have my own blog for teaching and crafting and vintage adventures. He suggested that I do that on here, though I don’t think this is the right place for that. This is the place we chronicled the first entire year of man and wife, not the place for my next Pinterest project. (Though, on a side note, we made some delicious low-fat chicken taco chili from a Pinterest pin on Monday– awesome!)

It will be nice, though, not to have to check my phone first thing in the morning when it was Brian’s night to do the blog and he hadn’t gotten to it when I went to bed, just to make sure he posted. I will be nice to not be constantly keeping a mental note of how many times I have posted in a given week to use as leverage, or to have expectations for my spouse to volunteer to post– expectations that I never verbalized but undoubtedly got upset with him for failing to meet. It will be nice.

Less than a month now. I think we can handle that. Thanks for hanging with us for the past 11 months 🙂

The badass

Wow– to look at our blog for the past three days, you’d think all we talk about is food! And Brian didn’t even mention the banana bread I baked yesterday 😉

I just wanted to share a humorous incident that keeps making me giggle. I have prior approval from my dear, sweet husband to post this.

We were in the bathroom this weekend both getting ready. I was applying my mascara as Brian was admiring himself in the mirror. He spoke the following words: “I (pause) am a badass.”

That, in and of itself, is not the humorous portion of this story. Living with each other and loving each other has created very healthy self-esteems in the Lundin household, so much so that commentary such as this is somewhat commonplace.

No, no– the humor here lies in what immediately followed his remarks. For not two seconds later, the badass accidentally rammed his hand into the bathroom wall and let out a wail that a passerby would not only have assuredly heard outside, but would also have undoubtedly determined that I beat my husband.

(I do not. His pride does it for me 😉 )

I fell forward on the counter laughing, smearing mascara first across my face, and then the mirror. I wanted to check on my husband– to make sure the injury was not life threatening– but I could not. Belly against the granite countertop, face against the mirror, I laughed until my stomach hurt. Only then was I able to recover and see how the badass had fared…

Thank God– Brian was laughing, too!

Grade-a-thon and reality check

I’m posting during my lunch break because tonight will be a grade-a-thon. That’s the only thing I fail at epicly as a teacher– grading. I truly dislike it, so I procrastinate and then have to have an entire evening of it to catch up. Such is life.

I’m feeling a lot better today– funny, since today is my doctor’s appointment. But I felt rotten yesterday.

I had to stay home from school last Friday. Brian made me. I was upset about it at the time because I felt like he was ordering me around, but like I mentioned yesterday, I don’t take very good care of myself when I’m ill. Sometimes Brian has to get forceful. (Thank you, sweet husband!)

I realized when I returned to school that Brian was SO right in keeping me at home Friday. I made some major blunders at work last Thursday in the condition I was in– no telling what I may have done Friday. The most major of these was the imagery examples I left for my students. I foud a site with examples of literature that appealed to all five senses and used a lot of poetry. Bingo! I thought, and made copies for the class to read on Friday. The sub left me a note that the reading I left for my students had questionable material in it, so only one class did the activity. That’s ridiculous! I thought.

I checked– she was right. Thank goodness is was WAY over their heads. But I’ve never made a mistake like that with my students before. Turns out, I also left myself two notes that I cannot decipher and entered a bunch of grades in the gradebook and can’t find them now. I was half out of my mind!

This is a good reality check. I can try to trudge through and neglect what my body is telling me, but there are natural consequences. All of my mistakes last week have been remedied… even the an embarrassing conversation with my sub… but it could have been worse.

Don’t tell my husband I said this, but he’s right– I have to take care of my body, and sometimes that means (against everything I want to do) I need to rest.

Out of whack and minor victories

I don’t feel well, and if I’m honest, I haven’t in a couple of weeks.

I don’t handle not feeling well very well either. Here’s my method: I decide that rather than feel bad, I will ignore it and continue on with life until it goes away. I mean, when you think about it– I have my vision, hearing, voice, appendages, phalanges, and relative health– so why whine about some minor pains or fatigue when some people have actual health issues and/or maladies. I shrug it off and trudge forward.

That is, until I can’t.

And I hate it when I can’t.

I don’t know if I’m ill or if my blood is out of whack again. I keep trying to do things and I just don’t have the energy to do them. Sometimes my brain is affected by this fatigue as well. And then there’s the low body temperature I keep having. Ugh.

PS– Don’t plug your symptoms into WebMD… ever! That site will convince you that you’re dying. A better remedy is to seek actual medical care, which I’m doing tomorrow.

I’m frustrated and discouraged, but I need to remember that seeing the hematologist is a good thing– he made me feel better before 🙂

On a more positive note, I’ve had some minor victories in the past couple of days in spite of  not feeling well. Victory #1: I finally got every single wedding gift OUT of the dining room! No longer are there gifts in piles lining the walls. It only took me 11 months… Victory #2: I got the downstairs looking respectable for the first time in a few months– and we can potentially invite people into our home once again without being mortified! Woohoo! I know these two things don’t resonate the same way for any of you, but in this newlywed’s life– they’re pretty, stinkin’ awesome!

Here’s a peek at my favorite new thing in my dining room– so cute!!!

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