Chicago sighed a breath of relief this morning and then charged the outdoors at the the first sight of our first beautiful day in a long while. Storms, flooding, ceiling leaks, tornados, basically six straight days of rain, architects considering making plans for the next arc, and trees flopping into the streets thus catapulted a series of events involving romantic
Pita Inn dining with Mark and Ben in complete darkness, me forgetting my purse on the chair, and then little red Mazda running out of gas, etc. Needless to say, Elizabeth and I took to the streets of south-east Evanston this afternoon where I was fortunate enough to come across this amazing, rehabbed, vintage Chevy truck. I melted upon first sighting and then attacked it with my camera. My love of trucks (particularly vintage ones) has extended into a romantic vision of Ben and I buying and rehabbing our own little Chevy. "We'll see," Ben says as I show him the fifteen angles of this dream machine, including a detailed description of the rims.
Despite another tough week at work, Ben and I were incredibly blessed to spend a beautiful weekend with fellowship, Kelly-laughter, good stories, a theological Sunday breakfast with our house guest, Mark, charred brats, a tea party with
Mrs. Michelle, and breakfast with my little Jan-head.
I am super excited to introduce one of my dearest and longest standing friend
Mrs. Michelle and her blog. I also kick started a
Flickr page as recommended by Kelly. I tried to put mostly non-repeat pics up here since the monsters have so many alreayd. Hurrah to new projects.
Chicago sighed a breath of relief this morning and then charged the outdoors at the the first sight of our first beautiful day in a long while. Storms, flooding, ceiling leaks, tornados, basically six straight days of rain, architects considering making plans for the next arc, and trees flopping into the streets thus catapulted a series of events involving romantic Pita Inn dining with Mark and Ben in complete darkness, me forgetting my purse on the chair, and then little red Mazda running out of gas, etc. Needless to say, Elizabeth and I took to the streets of south-east Evanston this afternoon where I was fortunate enough to come across this amazing, rehabbed, vintage Chevy truck. I melted upon first sighting and then attacked it with my camera. My love of trucks (particularly vintage ones) has extended into a romantic vision of Ben and I buying and rehabbing our own little Chevy. "We'll see," Ben says as I show him the fifteen angles of this dream machine, including a detailed description of the rims. Despite another tough week at work, Ben and I were incredibly blessed to spend a beautiful weekend with fellowship, Kelly-laughter, good stories, a theological Sunday breakfast with our house guest, Mark, charred brats, a tea party with Mrs. Michelle, and breakfast with my little Jan-head. I am super excited to introduce one of my dearest and longest standing friend Mrs. Michelle and her blog. I also kick started a Flickr page as recommended by Kelly. I tried to put mostly non-repeat pics up here since the monsters have so many alreayd. Hurrah to new projects.
