It's about time

For a new guess which one of us post!

We don't have a whole lot of time to be wasting, so the first thing that came to my mind was to put up the cd currently in our cd player or playing on our computer. It isn't quite fair for Keith to guess on this one, but since I don't think people actually read this blog anymore we'll take any guesses we can get. It's super easy anyway.

Album Number One
Album Number Two

Album Number Three

Album Number Four

Shingular Bliss

Some of you may be aware that if you look up our apartment complex in the phone book, thumbing through the S's to "Shingle Paradise" isn't going to cut it. That's because Shingle Paradise is our apartment specifically, while the entire complex is named Ananda Apartments. I thought this a weird, not-really-applicable sort of name until one day whilst I was attentively taking notes on the knowledge my Eastern religions professor was imparting to a lecture hall of bright, eager Purdue students.

"Ananda," as it turns out, is used in Hindu sacred writings to refer to a state of bliss. This bliss, according to Hinduism, is attainable through the Brahman (or god) and is better than what you can achieve through Bud Light because it is stable and lasts forever. (The Bud Light part is from my professor, not from the Hindu writings).

I thought it quite interesting that even the "weird" appellation of the apartments points to the paradisical bliss available to dwellers of Shingle Paradise everytime they set foot in their happy home.*

*The author is no way refuting the truth that true bliss, or contentment, is achieved only through the Lord Jesus Christ; rather, she is recognizing that part of the blessing bestowed upon her by God is the fellowship of her Christian sisters who reside in Shingle Paradise.

Why I love living in a commune

After dinner tonight I wanted to eat chocolate chip cookie dough. Actually, I wanted to eat chocolate chip cookie dough ice cream, but I was going to settle for a fresh chocolate chip cookie. I started mixing up the dough, but very shortly I realized we were out of brown sugar. Fortunately, when Jessica went over to Number 17 with a measuring cup she met with success, and returned not only with the half cup of sugar, but with three eggs the girls were returning.

Several ingredients later, another realization struck me. We only had a couple tablespoons of chocolate chips. This was more of a crisis. Chocolate chip cookies taste bad when they’re made entirely with white sugar, but they’re just dark sugar cookies without chocolate chips. Instead of going back to Number 17 and making a nuisance of ourselves, I called Andrew.

Andrew didn’t have any chocolate chips. He says he doesn’t really use them. But Nathan was, in fact, at that moment at the grocery! So I called him. And our chocolate chips will be delivered to our doorstep shortly.

Communal life is awesome.

This is the most beautiful house I've ever seen