And no, Mom, I am not pregnant. But like a quality pregnancy test, the first reason I know God loves me is digital.
Do you guys remember that conversation that Matt had with himself about getting a new T.V. with our tax return money? You know the one that drove me to Jessica's closet? (that last link takes you to a not-so-bad picture of me. It was taken in the dark.) I sweetly and selflessly suggested that instead of getting a T.V. for the whole family to enjoy, we should buy an iPod Touch for my own personal use. Guess who has a brand new iPod Touch? Oh yeah, I call the shots around here. In a completely unrelated note I've been watching the Olympics on Matt's, er, I mean, the family's new flat screen. Tax season was good to us.
I have been tweeting, e-mailing, commenting, IMing, youtubing, facebooking and even dabbled in a little blogging with my Touch. As I sat and marveled at my new Touch, a thought occurred to me. God loves me. I know this, not because he sacrificed his own son for my salvation, but because he allowed me to be born in a day and age where I can hold the power of the Internet in the palm of my hand and it makes me happy. He knows me so well.
There are spoilers for the Olympics Halfpipe coming up so if you DVRed it and have successfully avoided learning the outcome thus far, good job and we'll see you tomorrow. Peace out. (yeah I just said that.)
The second thing that makes it so obvious that God sits around all day thinking about ways to make me happy is this. Yesterday I blogged,
Dear God,
Please let Shaun White not suck tomorrow. I could really use some good news after witnessing the curling loss and then the Germans taking the luge from us. Everyone knows that the luge has always been a big U.S. event. Oh it hasn't? Sorry, God. Still the whole Shaun White thing, please.
Yes, I totally just quoted myself from yesterday. It was necessary to remind you that I specifically asked God to not let Shaun White suck and you know what? Shaun White didn't suck. I'd go so far as to say he blew my mind and won a gold medal in the process. You know who he has to thank for that don't you? Nope, not himself or his coaches or even Red Bull for building him that killer half-pipe in the middle of nowhere. He has me to thank.
You're welcome, Shaun. I'm here for you.
