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Evelyn_Delacroix
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Name: Erin
Birthday: 3/1/1982
Gender: Female
Interests: Consistently making a fool of myself so God is SURE to get the glory because there sure ain't no way I can claim it...
Expertise: Expertise...hmm...Worship. Enjoying country sunsets over open fields and open waters, stargazing, appreciating beauty, loving hibiscus flowers, finding a story in everything I see.
Occupation: Artist
Industry: Other
Message: message meEmail: email me
Member Since:
10/29/2003
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| Well folks. I think I've had my fill of Xanga for awhile. I'm going to lay off for now. Not that I've posted anything recently anyway, but this is my official farewell. Probably for like a year. I think I need about a year to sort of cancel out everything I wrote over the last 365 days starting with, "feel free to bring me presents" and everything that followed. So I'll talk to y'all later and most of you know how to reach me by phone or e-mail and if not, you can still come to the site and click e-mail me since that address is current. Most of you I'll see at church on Sunday anyway! So...yeah. Peace out, my homies. Maybe next time I'll be able to come up with a better name for my site...something adventurous and stuff.
Whelp, see y'all later.
Eternally yours,
Erin | | |
| I had an AMAZING Valentine's Day. Oh my gosh. So crazy. First, I spent the evening (or at least a couple of hours) with an ENTIRE LEAGUE of Extraordinary Gentlemen. Wow. Things got crazy. THEN came my date with Law & Order: CI's Vincent D'Onofrio, and boy was it dramatic. Filled with murder, lies and intrigue. Ah, Vincent... What a man! But who can refuse a Law Dog? And especially one so smart, funny and charming? But I have to admit, not only is planting a soggy goodnight kiss on the television a bit awkward and uncomfortable, but really unsanitary... Ugh... And dusty... And really kind of sad... Oh well. I like him. We had fun. Great man. Pretty eyes. Happy Valentine's Day to me. | | |
| You know what's a real good thing? E-books. Books online. Very good thing.
You know what else is a real good thing? Empowerment.
Like for instance, instead of WAITING for Indiana Jones to come along, I can go to college (funny thing is that this college IS in Indiana...), get a degree and BECOME Indiana Jones. Or Jane... Or Clancy. Indiana Clancy...nice... Anyway, it's true. I'm thinking of going back to school. I want to get a degree (if I decide to get one at all) in something I really enjoy like...Archaeology, so yeah, I could literally go to school to become Indiana Jones. Anyway...random blurb. | | |
| - Track 17: Dream Discarded
Well, as February and the infamous Valentine's Day approaches, I have only one thing to say, only one piece of advice for all of you romance seekers out there, only one bit of wisdom as you anxiously seek out "the one" and wait for him or her to come into your life and sweep you off your feet. Remember yourself and remember the other. In other words, stand your ground and guard your heart. I'm not saying don't ever give it away, but make sure the time is right. Even if you give it to the right person, if it is the wrong time, you could be in for a world of hurt. And remember the other person. No one likes to feel disposable. No one likes to be discarded. They may not make a big deal of it. They may not hate you for it. They may keep right on loving you, but it hurts. No one likes to feel disposable. You know, like one of those characters on the "Jurassic Park" type movies where you can tell in the first fifteen minutes who the "fluff" characters are and you know they're going to be the first ones to die. The filler people they put in there for the specific purpose of disposing of them...yeah that. No one likes to feel like that. No one likes to be the plastic baggie, the cardboard box, the post-it note. To be used and then thrown away. Even if that is not your intent, consider it carefully. And if you happen to find yourself discarding people, whether it is your intent or not, please, please be careful and don't do it to someone else. I used to know this guy from the Promise and he dated a girl who had a history that she left a trail of broken hearts wherever she went. That's not the kind of legacy you want to leave, or at least I would hope not. So just be extra careful not to run away with yourself and you know what? It is better to be single than to break a heart or to have yours broken. It really sucks. Love is special, God is Love. So as we approach the season of love, take this advice. Remember how special you are, and remember how special the other person is. Look to God to love the way He does. Don't look for someone to make you feel better about yourself or to give you worth. You've got enough of that on your own. And remember that even the VERY BEST person at the wrong time is not the right thing. So be willing to wait it out if you have to. Don't rush. Don't be in such a hurry that you get burned. And don't be afraid to let go. If God intends something, He will see it done. That's hard to see sometimes and believe me I KNOW, if anyone does. But worrying it over isn't going to accomplish anything but make you sick. So take your hands off the clay and let the Potter go to work. Speaking of which... Anyway, that's all I've got right now. More insight on that as it develops. Which it does. Everyday. I am a work in progress. Aren't we all? If you've been broken before, don't worry. God is so much bigger than heartbreak (BRAND NEW DISCOVERY). And if you're a breaker rather than a breakee, God is bigger that too. He can fix what you've broken and where you hurt too. He's like my dad when I'm trying to put something together and I think I've got all the pieces in the right place and the dern thing still doesn't work. It's not that the pieces are wrong (except in one or two cases were I picked up the wrong screws...) or that I don't have enough or I have too many or anything, it's more like I put them in the wrong order and stuff. So he takes it, pulls the entire mess apart, and puts it together in the right order and placement and voila! ("wallah" for those of you that know no French) it works. So regardless of what side of the romance/breakage/trying to fix/messing up/looking for the ONE business you happen to be on. RELAX. Let go of everything. Leave it to the One who knows the end of the story. Don't panic. Don't run away. Don't plastic baggie valuable human beings. And for heaven's sake, don't think too much. Thinking is good..thinking too much is almost worse than not thinking at all for the simple fact that it puts more value on human intellect than on the sovereignty of the God who told one side of the sea to stand over there and one side of the sea to stand over here and IT DID. And numerous other things I have not the finger-strength to type right now. Be encouraged. Value yourself. Value others. So yeah. I know I said I was done, but I really might be now. There.
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| I finally saw something on TV today and thought, "WOW. I could DO that." Funny thing is I've been sick since Christmas and have spent the last couple of days in bed pumping in meds, drinking water, and watching TV and only today in a little fifteen-minute blurb did I actually find something that made my eyes shoot open, and my head do that sideways-cocky thing it does when I've just "had" a brilliant "idea". No joke folks, I sat up in bed and kinda did that thing that Jake on Earnest Goes to Camp does with his eyes when he figures out the whole "eggs-erroneous" deal. Kinda side-to-sidey with the little twinkly noises. I bet you're wondering what it was, right? Well I'm not going to tell you. Leastways not until I figure out how to do it... Because as of now it is just a stray dog sniffing around the trashcans of my head. I have to figure out how to lure it in, catch it, take it to the vet, get it's shots, buy it food and all manner of toys and restraining devices, get it groomed, and enroll it in obedience school before I can actually DO anything with it. So...we'll see. It's actually not a permanent job type thing, more of like if I was going to take a cruise for a couple ofweeks but had to buy my own ship and crew and ocean and that sort of thing. Just a kind of a "hobbyish" deal but really involved. So yeah... now that I've confused everyone involved, I'm off to see a man about a saddle. A saddle for my...car...or dog...yeah... | | |
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