For the most part, I hold myself to very high standards.  I tend to hold other people to the same standards.  But I am realizing that most people disappoint, which ends up hurting my heart, though no one done this intentionally.  Maybe I should lower my standards, I’ll be disappointed less.



Heard this on the radio the other day, and it really struck me.  This is becoming the cry of my heart.

This might hurt
It’s not safe
But I know that I’ve gotta make a change
I don’t care
If I break
At least I’ll be feeling something
‘Cause just ok
Is not enough
Help me fight through the nothingness of life

I don’t wanna go through the motions
I don’t wanna go one more day
Without Your all consuming passion inside of me
I don’t wanna spend my whole life asking
What if I had given everything?
Instead of going through the motions

No regrets
Not this time
I’m gonna let my heart defeat my mind
Let Your love
Make me whole
I think I’m finally feeling something

Take me all the way
Take me all the way
Take me all the way

-Matthew West, Motions

Running toilet

The disadvantage to having your parents always fix the running toilet is that you never learn.  Case and point, the toilet in our master bath started running today and even when I googled how to fix it I hadn’t the slightest clue what to do.  Forunately, I was able to get through to Andrew at work and he told me how to turn the water off.  I should have him teach me how to fix the thing.  On the other hand, it’s nice to have someone take care of you.

Write it down

I have decided that whenever I have a good thought, I need to write it down, because other wise I can never remember what good thoughts I had.  Case and point, on Sunday at church I had some really great thoughts during the sermon and worship, and when I went to record them later, I hadn’t the faintest recollection of what I was thinking about.

Smelly Dog

You know that song “Smelly Cat” that Phoebe in Friends sings?  Well, I have a dog that fits.

Last night Andy was really stinky so Andrew gave him a bath during a non-fight scene of “Casino Royale”.  Once he’s done, Andrew puts Andy on a few towels in the living room and then decides to put some flea gel on the dog’s back.  It’s a gel that you just put along the dog’s back, and we’ve used it before with no problem.  Well, as soon as Andrew puts it on, Andy goes to hide under a table, then he tries to come on the couch with me (of course, I shove him off), then he tries to get on more furniture.  Then Andrew realizes that Andy has a hot spot and that the gel is probably burning him.  Oops!  So Andrew goes to wash it off, and then wraps him up in a towel.  Feeling badly for the dog, I say “Why don’t you wrap him up in a towel and hold him?”  This sounds like a good idea to Andrew, so he sits back down with the dog in his lap.  I look over at Andrew and Andy, and the dog is shaking so hard that he is actually making Andrew shake.  After a few minutes he settled down and relaxed because his idol was holding him.

This morning he still stinks.

Run, Erin, run!!

I hate running.  I don’t know why I sometimes decide that it’s something I need to do.  Also, I don’t know why I signed up for a 5k in April.  That probably has something to do with the fact that I’ll be running with my best friend, or, rather, she’ll be running the same race that I’ll be walking.

Last night Andrew and I were talking about how we should go running in the morning.  So, at 9 we rolled out of bed and then took an hour to get ready for a 20 minute jog.  Poor Andrew, he puts up with a lot.  We had no sooner turned the corner on our street than I decided that I hated running.  We did end up running/jogging/walking for a while longer, but it was definitely not good training for the race.

Ugh.  My physical run tends to parallel my spiritual walk.

I need to take this verse to heart and RUN!!

1 Corinthians 9:24 Do you not know that in a race all the runners run, but only one gets the prize? Run in such a way as to get the prize


I am so irritated.  For no good reason, really.

I’m irritated that I showed up to the opthamologist’s office to find that the doctor was sick today.  So I asked the reception, “Does your office not call patients to tell them this?”  And she said yes, everyone was called yesterday.  Obviously not since I was standing there in front of her.

I’m irritated that on Monday at the chiropracter, the same thing happened.  I still saw a doctor, but it’s the principle of the matter.

I’m irritated at people for wallowing in self pity over minor things when there are people out there who are much worse off.  Suck it up!  I know this sounds harsh.  I’m sorry.  I’m guilty of it, too, which is irritating.

I’m irritated at the dog for spilling his water all over the sunroom and for stinking it up.


It’s funny how plans change so quickly.  Andrew and I had one set of plans, and we made some decisions this week that change our plans.  Now, these plans don’t change our life immediately, but they put a few things on hold.  Even though some things are being put on hold, things that are good and exciting, these new plans are equally good and exciting.  We’re both considering going back to school, which is really exciting, but scary, too.  The stinky thing is that neither of us can go back right away.  Deadlines for fall admission have passed for him, and I need more experience before applying.

Ahh!  I’m excited!