Stream of Consciousness

I've been babysitting the past week. The girls are middle-school age, and my main charge is their 4 month old brother. He smiles and coos a lot, but mostly he sleeps. With this in mind, I've had a lot of time to think while SpongeBob plays in the background. I'm a pretty deep thinker, so this was life-changing stuff... like who I should replace John Krasinski with (may his bachelorhood rest in peace). Pretty much, this is who I've come up with:


You may remember Joseph Gordon-Levitt from his awkward teenage years on Third Rock from the Sun. Disregard that image. Think instead of JGL as suave Arthur in Inception, complete with sleek hair, vest, and tie. Yes, please.
Joe, John broke my heart with that harlot Emily Blunt, but I know you won't let me down. I'm ready to love again.

In other news, I'm going to the allergist Wednesday. Throughout my life, I've battled drowning in my own sinus drainage and fielded constant, concerned questions about the dark circles under my eyes. Hopefully a little visit to the allergy doc will solve all my chronic allergic sinus infection woes. On the flip side, the older I get the more I fear needles; this little doctor's visit is sure to be full of pokes and prods and blood tests, and it may even result in regular allergy shots. But I've weighed the pro's and con's, and I can only deduce that a needle and a cringe beats explaining that I do not in fact have a black eye any day. To prepare for my appointment, I've had to give up antihistamines. This is a serious problem as my two confirmed allergies are cats and dogs... and we have 3 cats and a dog (and maybe a new dog as "Max" wandered into our lives yesterday and has yet to leave). Two days without my ritual allergy meds makes Lindsey one 5'3 walking itch. So if you see me and I'm twitching and scratching, no need to worry. I'm not withdrawal tweaking or having a schizophrenic episode... I'm just desperately trying to satisfy an itch I can't medicate.

Last night I went to hear my church's African mission team speak about their recent trip to Kenya. They showed pictures of orphans that received three meals a week prior to the missionaries' arrival, and they told stories of leading a man previously involved in witchcraft to Christ as his family stood by sobbing with joy. Morgan-- who I call Mini Me but secretly look up to-- is sixteen, and she shared testimonies of singing with the orphans, "My God is so big, so strong and so mighty" and how they couldn't get enough of the love of Christ. I left dying to go to Africa, dying to go somewhere and share the Gospel. Sign me up, Pastor Ken.

Tonight I'm going to get sushi with Becca and the soon-to-be Elliotts. I love sushi, and I love to spend time with Bec, Jordan, and Matt. So I'm pretty psyched about my little Monday night adventure. Okay, so I'll miss The Secret Life of the American Teenager, but I'll survive, I guess. It's not So You Think You Can Dance or anything...