The rambling is back in full swing.

I have gone a whoppin' five days without eating anything in the 'sweets' family, including chocolate, soft drinks, and Nilla wafers (which have become one of my all time favorites lately), and I feel like I could conquer the world. It certainly didn't help when Aaron came home yesterday with two HUGE pieces of cake from Newks. He said he forgot about my fast until he was halfway home, but I think he's just siding with the devil. He knows I won't buy cookie dough or Tootsie Rolls while I'm on my fast so he's tempting me. But it's not going to happen, sweet Aaron, no way. I am as committed to this as you are to finishing law school. The good news is that I have found that a big glass of milk is an adequate substitute for my sweet tooth. If only I could eat an Oreo with that milk.

Last night, I was inspired by my friend Liz to make lasagna from scratch. I googled "easy lasagna recipe" and clicked on the very first thing that was listed. I wrote down the ingredients that I didn't already have and took off to Wal Mart. When I got back home and started getting my game plan, I realized the recipe I had chosen was anything but easy. Well, it might have been easy to a more seasoned cook, but I struggled all the way through it. It required fractions, and I have never been good at fractions. It took almost two hours from beginning to end, but by gosh, it was worth the wait. It was simply incredible. Aaron helped himself to three servings and then picked at it for another hour or so. Anytime I cook something I ask him what he thinks about it, even though I know he will never say it is anything less than perfect. But this time, I believed him. His eyes got real big and and couldn't even get a word out because he was jamming his mouth with more food. I usually end up thanking him for eating my food because I know I am not gifted in that area. But I am so proud of my homemade lasagna. We will be eating it for at least two more dinners.

To change topics completely with no transition, I would like to point out that Oxford has been kind of dreary lately. The sun has not revealed itself in days, and it just makes me want to sleep all day. Not that this is anything unusual due to my unemployed nature, but it's even worse now that I can't see sunshine out my windows. On that note, I think I got a job today. It has nothing to do with bricks, so that's good. I'm not going to disclose anything about it because I don't want to jinx it, but I did get offered the job, and I told them I would call them Friday with an answer. I'm just praying for confirmation and reassurance. I'm not positive that God is going to shout it from the rooftops in the next 24 hours, but just a little inkling of a sign would be excellent. Please pray for me.

And also pray for my sweet Aaron. He is entering the dreaded last several weeks of his first semester and he is slammed with memos, briefs, outlines, studying, and preparing for some monster finals. It is no secret that he is overwhelmed, as all first year law students are at this point, but please pray that he will be able to manage his time effectively and efficiently, and that he can find a little bit of rest and peace in the coming weeks. The good news is that he won't be doing yard work anymore. The bad news is I won't have anything to bellyache about on my blog. I'm sure I'll come up with something.

And now it is time to end this so I can prepare physically and mentally to watch The Office. It is the best show on television and no matter what pressing issues need to be dealt with in the Rice house, it is postponed until The Office is over. After that I will watch Bill O'Reilly in hopes that he will read one of my e-mails on the air. I have written him at least 15 times now and he never reads it out loud. One night he read a woman's e-mail from Oxford, MS, but it wasn't mine. You'll know when it's mine, if you watch the O'Reilly Factor. Yes, you will know.