Have I ever told you all that I love blogging? Dear God, what would I do without blogging? More importantly, what would the rest of the world do without my blog? I don't even want to think of the mayhem that would ensue.
Number one, Jon and I won the biggest loser "Cagan Edition." Not only are we hot in the body, we also get taken out to eat by the losers and get to order their food for them. This is a double sided victory for sure. Now, let's see how much faster you can gain weight then lose it! Whatever, we're ripped to shreds for the time being.
Number two, we leave for Tennessee ever so soon. The four of us are going to have so much fun. I hope I can find Dolly Parton while I'm there. She's my hero, and very nifty with a bedazzler. Don't act like you don't like her...she's got the biggest lips on this side of the mason dixon line, and her waist is 8 inches around. That's impressive.
Number three, I want to just quit school and become a missionary. Just kidding, I must finish school, but it's coming so quickly. Jesus, save me from JSTOR!!!!!!! But really, I just want to quit school and become a missionary.
Number four, since when have I been so organized with my blog or with thoughts in general? I'm literally bulleting my thoughts. Not only is this scaring me, it makes me want to go back and jumble it all up. We all know I'm far too lazy for that though.
Life is good, what can I say? I'm happy, healthy, and single. Really, could it get much better than that? I could have better hair, or better weather to equip my hair--but I can't have it all. That would be unfair. This Sunday I heard a great message in church from Dr. Nichol's, and he talked about possessing a child-like heart, and how it opens you up to opportunity while diminishing fear which seems to innately creep it's way inside of me. It's about letting go, and allowing God to be the father. Worry and strife aren't from God, and will only add bricks to a wall between you and his voice and plan. Ironic how we must become a child to become spiritually mature. Think about it.
Oh, here's to good times:
-Erin Glynn
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