"I'm moving on, too. I'm just doing it in my own order. I'm going to get the wedding dress. Then I'm going to have a baby. Then I'm going to die. Then I'm going to meet a super cute guy in Heaven."
- Liz Lemon
Scripture Memory
A father to the fatherless, a defender of widows, is God in his holy dwelling. God sets the lonely in families; he leads the prisoners forth with singing.
I finished my master's degree and moved back to my hometown in South Carolina and thus far have managed to survive. Currently I am stumbling my way through my twenties with a dog that looks like a dingo, bought my first house, have what some might describe as a semi-unhealthy addiction to television specifically soap-net, I have a yard man who happens to be my father (or vice-versa),and I can never seem to reconcile my love of both greasy and healthy foods. I love to decorate and redecorate my house, learn about gardening and landscaping (it has to be pink, edible, or smell good to be eligible to plant in my yard), procrastinate, diet coke, The Captain, celeb stalking, work though my desires to be both preppy and granola, being lazy, working out (scratch that, I just do it because I have to), Reality TV, The Bell, The Blue Hose (Presbyterian College), Beth Moore, Clinton (The town not the President), staying up late, sleeping in, getting a tan, my friends new and old, and most importantly my relationship with the Lord.
The Dingo
Sullivan is my animal shelter found, collie mixed, dingo in appearance, furry four legged baby girl. Her tongue rarely manages to stay in her mouth, she has the sweetest eyes you have ever seen, the softest fur you have ever felt, she loves to lay RIGHT next to you, thinks she is a lap dog, and she has a sensitive stomach thus making me clean up dog puke on average of once a week. A dog after my own heart she loves to play with other dogs, but is much more interested in prancing around seeking peoples approval and praise which I think is hilarious.
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