you can take the girl outta texas, but you can't take the texas outta the girl!

i have officially changed my mind about any answer i have given to any of your questions. my new answer is, "i dunno."

now that it is clear that the only expectation set is to have no expectations. (well... other than marrying some kind of gorgeous european oil tycon or shipping heir. royal blood works just as well, too.) i'm attempting to leave the lists at home, and more importantly: "go with the flow!" (i will be referring to myself as two different people: the type a erin- crazy. and the type b erin- crazy, but doing a better job at pretending not to be.)

warning to my mom, any grandparents, 12 year old cousins, or any members of the reading audience over 50: sometimes a story is told better with a few 4-letter words. sometimes the subject matter of a story is only acceptable because it takes place in europe. when in rome, right? i promise to do my best to give you a heads up on any post that may alter your angelic perception of me. :)

now for the shout-outs! woo!!! (that's one.)

i am the luckiest little lady in the whole world. i have the most amazing family and friends. i can't believe so many people are supporting me and want to support me. (and when my blog turns into a major motion picture filled with stories of love and adventure starring a super hot a-list actress as myself- we will have a party. and who doesn't love a good party???)

so, lesson # 1: karma.

thank you, thank you, thank you!

i love y'all, i love y'all, i love y'all!

(and not only do i now know what i'm doing buying a one-way ticket to europe, i also have no idea what i'm doing blogging. enjoy!!!)

e.