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I tend to repeat myself so stop my if you’ve heard this one.  KQ tagged me so now I must write 10 random things about me.  Here we go!

1.  I have a brother…no that’s not the random part…but I call him brother.  Like I don’t ever use his name…I only ever call him brother.  I always have.  I guess Adam was too hard for me when I was little so I settled on brother.  And if someone else makes reference to him using his name it takes me a minute to figure out who they’re talking about.

2.  I’m very particular about the way things smell.  I really like for things to smell good…so I’m kind of obsessive about having candles and air-fresheners around.  I just bought some new vanilla cupcake candles and they are scrumptious! 

3.  I can’t write in books.  You know how some people like to take notes or underline things in a book they’re reading?  I can’t do that.  The idea of writing in that perfectly neat and tidy book drives me crazy.  This includes the Bible….you won’t find anything underlined in my Bible.  Does that make me a bad Christian:)

4.  I can’t wear khaki pants.  I’ve bought several pair over the years and I love the way they look on other people, but for some reason when I put them on it just doesn’t work.  I don’t know why I just can’t pull off that look.  So I am forever doomed to the world of blue jeans. 

5.  I don’t like sweet main dishes.  I don’t think anything other than dessert should taste sweet.  So those salads that have fruit in them….out.  Hawaiian pizza…no thank you.  Sweet and sour anything…off limits.  It’s just not right for supper to be sweet. 

6.  I really want to go on one of those trips out west where they take you on a cattle drive and you live like you’re in the wild west….ropin’ cattle….ridin’ horses….I don’t know why, but that sounds so fun to me! 

7.  I still sleep with my baby pillow…before you rip me a new one let me just say that it’s for medical reasons.  I use the pillow to regulate my breathing.  For instance…this past week when I was sick my nose was really stuffed up….which drives me INSANE!  I have to have the air intake even and balanced in both of my nostrils.  If they’re both stuffed up then we’re straight, but they have to be the same.  Well that isn’t generally the case…especially when you’re sick.  So let’s say that the left nostril is free and clear, but the right one feels like I have a plug in it.  Simply lay the baby pillow over the clear left nostril and viola!  Balanced air intake.     

8.  I’m always paranoid that I have an oily face.  I hate having an oily face….so I use a lot of powder.  I used to have a hand signal in high school that I would make to my friends when I wanted them to tell me if I had an oily face or not.

9.  I once made up my own dance called the Morgan mo-mo.  Very few people have witnessed this miracle…if you are one of those people count yourself blessed. 

10.  Last but certainly not the end of my weirdness….I have a little bit of OCD when it comes to my eyebrows.  I have a little eyebrow brush that I use on them and I have to use it several times when I’m getting ready in the morning.  The most important time is right after I put on my shirt.  If I forget to brush them and get them all straight and going the same why then something just feels off for the rest of the day. 

There ya go…a wealth of random goodness about all things Morgan.          

I hurt my back putting on my shirt this morning…nice.  But I’m not worried cause I’m not as old as Katie and Kristy:)  Today is Katie’s bday and two Saturday’s ago was KQ’s….for some reason we must always reference and celebrate them as one.  Sorry girls…hope yall don’t get sick of sharing:)

Let’s start with KQ….I’ve know Kristy since I was in high school.  She gave me a ride to school when I was a sophomore and she was a way cooler junior.  I in no way lived on her way to school, but she always came to my house and picked me up.  To show my appreciation I puked in her car one morning on the way to school.  We also cheered together all through high school which probably sounds cheesy to all you non-cheerleaders out there, but almost all of my best friends to this day are girls that I cheered with.  There’s a bonding that happens between people when you have to walk down the hall in a mini-skirt and tennis shoes together.  Or when you have to throw your friend up in the air and then she proceeds to elbow you in the nose on her way down…that really happened to KQ:)  I also had the pleasure of living with Kristy when we were in college.  We quickly learned the skill of pulling pranks on Katie and making fun of Kelly (she finally stopped crying after about a month).  One jewel I was able to pass on to KQ was the fine art of decorating.  We hung these two masterpieces in our apartment.

relax….we weren’t a bunch of potheads…we just have a weird sense of humor:)

In all seriousness Kristy has been a constant blessing in my life for so many years.  She has taught me so much about what it means to love Jesus.  She’s always willing to call me out…which is a good thing!  She fires me up every time I’m around her.  She’s very decisive…which I adore…because I’m ridiculously indecisive.  She’s always suggesting books, or CDs or things for me to do…which I absolutely love!  And she actually turned out to be a really good decorator in her own right:)  I love you KQ!  Happy Birthday…two weeks ago:)

Now for KT!  I also meet Katie when I was in high school and we also cheered together.  I remember the first time I hung out with Katie.  I was still a lowly sophomore and she was a junior.  She called and invited me to go with her and some people to Stone Mountain.  I could not believe that cool and popular Katie McIver actually wanted to hang out with me!  But that’s the thing about Katie…she has the ability to really love people…you know the kind I was talking about in the last post.  She just naturally loves people…I don’t think she even realizes it.  Whenever you’re around her you feel completely comfortable…accepted and loved…because you are.  So for an insecure little kid that meant the world to me.  After high school we lived together in college too….same apartment with KQ in it:)  Katie was gracious enough to share Chris with us and he became our apartment boyfriend…bringing us pizza on $5 tuesdays, bringing frosty’s for no reason and taking out the trash…pretty sweet deal:)  In an attempt to work off the pizza and frostys we would try to motivate each other to get up and work out before class….I think that happened all of two times.  No matter what we ended up doing we had fun.  Katie eventually became our travel agent and has planned some pretty good trips…this was when a bunch of us went to Colorado.

Eventually Katie got me a job working at the same advertising agency as she did after college.  I can not tell you how awesome it is to get to work with one of your bff’s.  A lot has changed since I first met Katie…..she’s a wife and a mom now…which is still crazy to me:)  but she remains one of my most favorite people in the world!

So Happy Birthday Katie…I love you and I hope you have a wonderful day! 

starting to feel a little better so here we go!  I help lead a small-group for college kids with two of my best friends in the world.  I love doing it.  The kids are amazing and, well; I get to hang out with two of my bff’s…so it’s a pretty sweet set-up.  Last night I was talking with the girls about loving people…we talk about this a lot:)  I was sharing about how loving someone…really loving them…is a messy, pain-in-the-butt thing to do.  Dorothy Day said, "Love is a harsh and dreadful thing to ask of us, but it’s the only answer."  To love someone else means I have to think less about myself.  It means I have to deal with their problems as well as my own.  This is not a difficult thing for me to do with most of the people in my life.  I’ve known my best friends and family for so long that I WANT to know about their problems.  I love them so I want to help bear their burdens.  Most of the time it’s pretty easy for me to love them.  But what about the new people in my life?  What about the people that I don’t really like?  I’m supposed to love them too right?  Really love them?  The truth is people are messy, myself included.  I’ll be the first to admit what a massive mess I am:)  And if I’m being really honest I’ve done a pretty good job of keeping people at an arm’s length.  I try to be nice and friendly and all the obligatory things, but when it comes to really getting to know a new person…or letting them really get to know me…I take a pass.  It’s selfishness on my part.  I don’t want another mess to have to worry about, pray about, get involved in.  (I know, that’s so sweet isn’t it:)  No one’s ever accused me of being miss. congeniality!)  But I’ve been realizing something lately…and last night was a big fat lesson to go along with it.  The mess is the good part!  See after the kids left me and my two bffs proceeded to talk very sternly (Christians don’t yell because we have so much self-control:) to each other.  Let’s just say we weren’t really seeing eye to eye on something…it was stupid and no big deal at all, but because I’m such a peach (reference the afore mentioned mess) I can argue with the best of ‘em.  After we all spoke our piece and gave each other a somewhat civil good-bye I left to go home.  A couple minutes into my ride a got a call.  We all made our apologies and joked about the fact that we are good enough friends that we could yell at each other and then get over it…as opposed to just keeping it inside and them talking about the person behind their back…oh wait Christians don’t talk behind people’s back either:)  But the hard parts, the arguments, the tears, the yelling, the nitty gritty…that’s when you really get to know someone…and that’s when you can say that you really love that person.  Because you’ve seen the crappy part and come out on the other end ok.  So the mess really is the best part. 

I guess I’m just thankful that I have so many people in my life who are willing to go through the crap with me and can still come out on the other side saying "I love you".  And I guess I’m praying that I’d be more willing to go there with more people, more willing to deal with the mess…knowing that’s really the best part of all of us.                       

and I feel like poo poo….so sorry I’m not being a very good blogger.  I know all 5 of my readers are real torn up about it:)  As soon as my body and brain start functioning I’ll be back at it!

not exactly yoda…but good enough for a 6 year old…hopefully:)

Somehow I got myself into making a Yoda birthday cake for one of my co-worker’s kids.  This should be interesting.  Wish me luck! 

I got my man (care of KQ).  He’s been with me for 2 v-days now.  He sits quietly on my refrigerator and since I can’t really decide what my type is he has several different versions of himself:)

I got my flowers (care of the rents)…so pretty!

and I got my cookies (care of my mom)…I’m choosing to ignore the fact that the bag says hefty on it.

I’m all set…what more could a girl ask for:)  Hope yall have a Happy Valentine’s Day too!

How precious is this little boy!  I now get the privilege of helping support, pray for and love on this little man.  Meet Yoswa!  Go here and get you one! 

The Honorary Title…good stuff.  I won’t tell you where I found them cause it’s kinda embarrassing:) but you should go check them out on i-tunes.  "Far More" and "Only One Week" are my favs so far.

read this post!  my heart is broken!  I don’t think it’s a coincidence that the Lord has been working on my heart about poverty and adoption this week.  Do they let single people adopt?:) 

I grew up in the Catholic church so I should be a rockstar at this, but I hadn’t really given it much thought until my mom asked me about it the other day.  Are yall giving up anything for Lent?

I just ate two….that’s right TWO chick-fil-a biscuits!  I feel like I’m gonna puke, but I don’t care cause LOST was AWESOME last night and I felt like celebrating:)  Happy day after LOST…aka Friday. 

I found these last night…good times.

The girl that I work with got a link to an article from her mom about 10 things that all singles should do.  Enjoy.

1.  Travel alone.  Why so I can hang out with myself at the beach…I can do that at home for a whole lot cheaper.

2.  Wallow in the ache of a broken heart.  Great advice…wallowing in heart ache always makes me feel better.  

3.  Spend a weekend with a married couple your age.  Check!  Story of my life.  If this is supposed to make you a better person or something then I should be friggin awesome:)   

4.  Don’t come home all night.  I’m not sure what this is inferring, but I’m definitely not cool enough to actually be doing something all night long.  I mean I spend the night with my friends sometimes…but I think I go to bed at their house just as early as I would at mine.

5.  Stand up for a cause you care about.  Only single people are allowed to do this so back-off! 

6.  Have a real adventure.  Being single IS an adventure. 

7.  Learn how to take care of yourself.  I think I’ve got this one covered, although, I will always call my mommy and daddy for help on some stuff!   

8.  Buy something hugely impractical just because you love it.  Another good idea…you’re single and, therefore, have one income…go blow your money on something just to make yourself feel better…words to live by.   

9.  Develop a hobby.  like blogging?

10. Be completely, utterly, wholly single for at least 3 months.  Well I think we all know I have this part more than taken care of:)   

I need to write my own advice column! 

some people finally moved into the house across the street from me this weekend.  It’s been empty since last summer I think.  Anyway, I’m having a hard time figuring out how I should meet them.  When I moved into the neighborhood I just figured that I would see everyone out in their yards and eventually meet my neighbors that way.  So far that hasn’t happened.  I’ve never even laid eyes on most of my neighbors…it’s like they never leave their house…or wait…maybe’s that me:)  I feel like I should be more intentional about these new people.  I was going to bake something and take it over there, but then I thought that was too 1950’s of me.  And I don’t really like the idea of just showing up at someone’s house.  What should I do?  Should I take something over there or should I just wait and see if I meet them "naturally"? 

Jesus is not a means to treasure.  He is the treasure. 

Good stuff!