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I don't know how much I love this new template. It doesn't really reflect how FLIPPIN' HAPPY I am these days. The cool thing is, everything's so crazy and uncertain and unstable right now (that's not the cool part) but I'm just so much at peace, and new doors are opening and I'm learning who I am as an individual (that is).

I know - in general, Christians don't put too much stock in the word "happy." Happy is circumstancial and temporary. But I tell you what, when you've got the joy of the Lord he sure can brighten up your day. So I'm happy being happy.

Good things going on this week:

*I found out that in no uncertain terms I AM NOT AS WEIRD AS I THOUGHT I WAS. Can I just say, beyond thrilling. Other women have been through the SAME JUNK I have (even the really really junky junk) and have come out on the other side happy and healthy and productive. Yee haw.

*I met sweet Merry. Now, I have to tell you that when I say we are alike in a lot of ways I mean NEARLY EVERY WAY. I told her yesterday that I wasn't entirely sure that I'm not suffering from some sort of Fight Club syndrome and that when I talk to her I'm really just talking to myself. She is smart and funny and precious. And I should know. She's very nearly me.

*I am studying so much Scripture, commentary, criticism, apologetics and self-examination study that I am pretty sure that when I'm done I'll have earned some kind of double-PhD. Honestly. Who says you can't get a theological degree at home?

*I started exercising again. Oh that Denise Austin (or Neesey, as I like to call her) we do have the love/hate relationship. As in I love to eat chips and queso and hate to jump around in my living room. But don't be alarmed, every door is locked, every curtain is closed and every mini-blind is turned with that little rolley wand thing, because, truthfully, Jell-o jigglers have nothin' on me, my friend. I would hate to scare a neighbor into cardiac arrest or something. But, you know, yay for exercise. It sucks, but hopefully I'll be less frightening in a few months!

Boyfriendless life seems to be suiting me for the moment. Although, I need to share some thoughts soon about HOW STUPID I find it that ANYTHING that is REMOTELY RELATED to single Christian people is, in the end, nothing more than a dating service. Every website, every blog, every chat room devoted to single people is operating under the assumption that your highest goal in life is to find a husband and start makin' babies like all the other NORMAL people in the world.

The eye is twitching.

But I digress.

So, you'll have my ranting to look forward to, but hopefully with a sunny disposition.

Peace out