HAHA. MacGyver...Read the comment on my last post.
oh my. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Macgyver What's funny is that random comment has quite a lot of truth in it.

so i broke my glasses last week and haven't brought them into be fixed yet but i managed to fix them with a bent paper clip and sissors and a bit of tape.

you gotta love these short posts.
-Erin

"Only Aslan can save your brother now" said Mr beaver

Am I at the point of no improvement?What of the death I still dwell in?I try to excel, but I feel no movement.Can I be free of this unreleasable sin?[Chorus:]Never underestimate my Jesus.You're telling me that there's no hope.I'm telling you your wrong.Never underestimate my JesusWhen the world around you crumblesHe will be strong, He will be strongI throw up my hands"Oh, the impossibilities"Frustrated and tiredWhere do I go from here?Now I'm searching for the confidence I've lost so willinglyOvercoming these obstacles is overcoming my fear[Chorus]I think I can't, I think I can'tBut I think you can, I think you canI think I can't, I think I can'tBut I think you can, I think you canGather my insufficiencies andplace them in your hands, place them in your hands, place them in your hands

WOOT. i fixed it!

Grr. i've been trying to fix this stupid thing..nothing is working if someone understands the formatting thing help would be appreciated!

Oh Erin...i've just totaly messed up the format on my blog and i don't like it at all..now i can't remeber what i did. smart.

Oh my. in the last few days i've been so tired. Yesterday i fell asleep in math class and my friend woke me up then later i fell asleep on a couch during a bible study and my dad had to wake me up, and today i fell asleep on the bus and Nicky had to wake me...Then i fell asleep on the same couch waiting for my dad. i think i need
some sleep..just a thought.haha

I was doing some yard work and i couldn't help but over hear the two girls next door as the played house.As i stopped and listened my heart began to ache. The girls were playing a game not unfamilliar to me but unlike my friends and I when we were little, these girls pretended to be mother and child. And the majority of the game was spent yelling.The mother would yell at the daughter and the girl would start to cry the mother would make threats of beatings and the duaghter would scream.It went on and on for a long time. It truly pains me to think of the reality of this game. You can really come to understand what kind of world you are living in by the way kids play house..they really are the best observers.What has the world come to.
-Erin

There's a rock in my shoe. And I keep running but i can't seem to shake it out..i guess it's true you can't run from your problems. Oh the story of my life. You gotta love those metapors.

You can't stay on the mountain top forever.

oh yuck. My dog just got loose and came back carrying his prize . And droped it on our lawn and looked at me like he had done some great and daring task and that i should be very proud. proud is not the word i would use.

a post dedicated to the love of soul patches.

so er yeah for those who don't know..Soul patches rock! and i just discovered that there's a band called soulpatch. Oh my new hero.
http://www.soulpatch.de/english.htm

The Soul Patch (or Small Beard): The Soul Patch is most readily identified as a style popular among the beatniks and jazz artists of the 50s and 60s. In earlier periods, the soul patch was called a 'small beard' for obvious reasons. It is characterized by its confinement to the area just below the lower lip. It has been seen trimmed short, or grown long and groomed into varied shapes. Modern versions are often trimmed short and narrow.


oh one last thing those of you that were at TEC then you'll get this ...SOUL PATCH JESUS LOVES YOU.

i have to start writing that song.."soul patch jesus".

Oh chocolate milk and pizza ...