Ben suddenly took it upon himself to start yoga. It was his idea, not mine, and he started last week. I’m SO excited. He’s doing Bikram yoga at a brand new yoga studio down the street. As far as I know, it’s the only yoga studio in the area. I used to do Ashtanga, but they don’t have it here in boony-town where we live. He has gone five times now and he is starting to show signs of trading his growing beer barrel for a six-pack. It’s more like a two-pack now, but I have hope. Coolness.

With the crazy gas prices, it costs us $45 to fill up the car. It is driving me insane. It’s not like we’re really going anywhere in the car. I miss public transportation more and more every day. It costs next to nothing. No need to constantly worry about the car breaking down. No need to worry about drunk drivers … or even driving.

And we finally night-weaned Rinah and for the first time in over a year, I have had more than 3 or 4 hours of sleep at a time. Oh, sweet sleep. A good friend of mine with a bajillion kids explained to me and Ben that if he would take her out of the room when she woke up to nurse, she’d fall back asleep again. It never occurred to us to try that. Amazingly enough, it worked. She almost sleeps through the night now. He has to get up once or twice and pat her a few times, but she gives up right away and it doesn’t take very long.

A guy at Ben’s work rides my dream motorcycle to work every day. Apparently they got to talking about it. Believe it or not, motorcycles can be safe if you’re careful. One thing led to another and now we have a shiny, sleek, dark, beautiful motorcycle. It’s black and silver. I love it.

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Before we got married, when Ben and I were chatting and I’d ask him what he was doing, he’d often tell me he was hacking something for his homework. So even though he’s a programmer, I like to say he’s a hacker. A night-weaning daddy hacker who rides to yoga classes on a motorcycle. Now, if the carpets in our house quit growing his socks and shoes and underwear all over the place, and if we could actually get our butts in gear to read the Bible together every day, our marriage would be perfect … right? :D