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Today my co-worker and I were standing around talking to each other while our computers were being worked on.  We both started twittering as we were standing there and some of our other…shall we say older co-workers started asking us about twitter.  Before we even attempted to explain what it was we asked them what they thought it was.  Here are their responses:

1.  what a dog does when you scratch it’s belly…I think you mean twitch.

2.  to frustrate someone…apparently taken from the word twitterpated?  (I had never heard of this word, but McCall said they use it in Bambi…ok…random.)  

3.  to hit a key on your keyboard 3 times….um no, but nice try. 

Lastly and probably my favorite…

4.  I don’t know, but if FQ (my boss) finds out yall were doing it up here he’s gonna make you clean it up.  

So, tell me…yall know what Twitter is right?  If you don’t feel free to make up your own definition…it’s all the rage. 

wait….no…I was never in girl scouts.  Oh that’s right!  It’s the first day of school and my mom dressed me to match the couch.  ‘Preciate that mom:)  I’m just wondering at what point you decided to tie a ribbon around my neck.  As if the socks weren’t enough you were like "hey, I know what would make this outfit even more awesome…a bow…tied around her neck!"

do you start outgrowing zits?  I was fully anticipating being zit-free at all times by 27.  So how come I have a honker on my face right now?  I mean if I’m gonna hurt my back doing the U in S-O-U-L (former cheerleaders know the reference) one too many times while trying to teach the younger generation of cheerleaders to get down, then I think the least I could be is zit free.  I’m just sayin’.

I jacked this from McCall…who jacked it from this guy.  These things are friggin hilarious!  Go here for the fun!

The interesting thing is that I’m pretty sure I have some pictures that are eerily close to these.   

Spoiler alert Rebecca…these are all from Crazy Love (she’s reading the book right now and I don’t want to ruin it for her…aren’t I sweet).

So like I said…these are from the book Crazy Love by Francis Chan.  Great book…hard to get through…in a good way.  These are a few of the statements that kicked my butt…in a good way.

Something is wrong when our lives make sense to unbelievers. 

Christians today like to play it safe.  We like to put ourselves in situations where we are safe "even if there is no God."  But if we truly desire to please God, we cannot live that way.  We have to do things that cost us during our life on earth, but will be more than worth it in eternity.  

Jesus is saying that we show tangible love for God in how we care for the poor and those who are suffering.  He expects us to treat the poor and the desperate as if they were Christ himself.

The concept of downsizing so that others might upgrade is biblical, beautiful…and nearly unheard of.

What are you doing right now that requires faith?

I probably wouldn’t be living very differently if I didn’t believe in God; my life was neither ordered or affected by my faith like I assumed it was.

What matters is that we spend ourselves.

People who are obsessed with Jesus aren’t consumed with their personal safety and comfort above all else.  Obsessed people care more about God’s kingdom coming to this earth than their own lives being shielded from pain or distress.

People who are obsessed with Jesus live lives that connect them with the poor in some way or another.

Sometimes I feel like when I make decisions that are remotely biblical, people who call themselves Christians are the first to criticize and say I’m crazy, that I’m taking the Bible too literally, or that I’m not thinking about my family’s well-being.  

Obsessed people are more concerned with obeying God than doing what is expected or fulfilling the status quo.  A person who is obsessed with Jesus will do things that don’t always make sense in terms of success or wealth on this earth.

Non-churchgoers tend to see Christians as takers rather than givers.  When Christians sacrifice and give wildly to the poor, that is truly a light that glimmers. 

Is this the most loving way to do life?  Am I loving my neighbor and my God by living where I live, by driving what I drive, by talking how I talk?  I urge you to consider and actually live as though each person you come into contact with is Christ.

Most of us use "I’m waiting for God to reveal His calling on my life" as a means of avoiding action.

How we live our day is…how we live our lives.  Annie Dillard quoted by Chan.

I realize that is a lot of stuff up there, but these are just a few of the things that are making me think long and hard about how I live my life.  I pray I do more than just think about it. 

I’ve been tagged twice in the past few weeks and I’ve yet to fulfill my tag obligations…so here we go.  First up is Mickey.  

3 Random Facts:

1. I’m a T.U.L.I.P. girl.

2. I love cheese hotdogs.  Not a hotdog with cheese on it…the hotdogs that come with the cheese inside. (I feel like I’ve already told yall that…did yall already know that about me?) 

3. I enjoy blog stalking, facebook stalking and all other forms of stalking.  Minus the illegal kind where you sit outside of someone’s house.    

3 Current Obsessions:

1. Twitter.

2. Keeping my house clean.

3. Figuring out how to live Isaiah 58:10.

3 Goals:

1. To make some goals…I’ve never been very good at that.  (Mikeism: Failing to plan is planning to fail…crap!)

2. To sell my house.

3.  To use my abundance for every good deed and not on my every whim.  

3 Fears:

1. Mice in my bed.

2. Mice in my room.

3. Wasting my life…oh and mice.

3 Joys:

1. The Word.

2. Hanging out with my friends.

3. The fall…Georgia football, the fair, cool weather, Halloween…love it!

Now for Rebecca’s.  6 random things about myself.  Geez…I feel like all I do is tell yall random things about myself, but I’ll see if I can pull 6 more out.

1. I love diet cherry coke because I think it tastes the most like real coke…even though I’ve trained myself to drink diet cokes and now I really don’t even like the taste of real coke anymore.

2. I refuse to go up in my attic.  There’s just no telling what could be up there.

3. As a result of #2 all the closets in my house are slam full.  I refuse to store anything in the attic…decorations…camping gear…nothing. 

4. I have gum in my mouth at almost all times…and I pop it a lot.  Which is probably really annoying to the people around me.  Sorry about that.  Maybe that’s why someone started the I Hate Morgan club.  

5. I’m always thinking about the most efficient way to get from one place in the room to another.  For example if I’m sitting in my living room I’m thinking about whether it’s more effective to walk through the kitchen or the hallway.  Is there anything that I need to do in the kitchen on my way that would make that route more appealing?  I don’t like to back track and I like to do as many things as I can while on my chosen path.  If I forget something in the living room and I have to walk all the way back in there I get so mad at myself for wasting that time. 

6. I just put my house up for sale…anyone wanna move to fun-roe?! 

There ya go…more random facts that you never needed to know about me:)  

Someone googled that today and got to my blog…so sad:(  Is there a club for people who hate me?

Merrit’s bday party was today and she was precious as always.  It was a tinker bell party and I made the cake.  Here’s a video of most of the process…and yes, I realize that I didn’t frame it up very well…sorry about that:)

Tanaya was very specific about what she wanted.  Purple fondant with green fondant stars and glitter all over everything.  So that’s what I did…I do what I’m told:)

I’m sure Tanaya would rather I leave this out, but it was funny so I’m not gonna:)  While Merrit was blowing her candles out we almost had a disaster….watch and see.

All in all it was lots of fun!  Man, I love this kid!

I have so much going on in my head right now I can’t seem to get it down in words that make sense.  I’ll get with ya soon though.

Easy Mac in a cup for dinner.  I can’t figure out if I’m 5 or just a TSG who lives by herself.  Either way it was delicious!

Katie gave me my belated bday gift this past weekend and guess what it was!  Homemade greeting cards with mikeisms on them!  I cracked up!  They are great…and just to be fair she said it was her mom’s idea:)  So thanks Katie and Mrs. McIver!

Mike loved them too!  Here we are relishing all his wise words like…"wish in one hand and crap in another and see which one fills up first" or "you know her…she used to come over to our house on Sunday and eat chicken" or the ever popular "if you start having diarrhea then you’ve taken too much".  That last one was originally made in reference to vitamin C, but we decided last night that it pretty much applies to all things.   

And just in case some of yall are unaware of what a mikeism is Mike came up with a mikeism to define a mikeism…you follow all that?

Mikeism: A thought stolen from a wise man and repeated often enough to claim as your own. 

So next time you’re looking for that perfect card to say Congratulations or Happy Birthday just let me know and I can get you a Mike’s Hard Card (I’m still working on the name).  After all, nothing says I love you like "you’re useless as tits on a boar hog."  

I hung out with the Green fam most of the weekend and we had the pleasure of seeing this Friday AND Saturday as we drove down Ponce. 

We just couldn’t help but wonder what was in those brownies.  Oh Atlanta.

Not all dates as a TSG are bad…let me tell you about the best one ever. 

I had just started dating this guy and we were still in the get to know you phase.  One of the ways that he got to know me was to ask me where I would go if I could go anywhere in the world.  To which I responded, "Egypt" (I think it would be amazing to see the pyramids).  It’s important to note that we had this conversation on our first date.  

Now, cut to about three weeks later.  Said boy picks me up at my house, but won’t tell me where we’re going (guys: girls love that crap).  Eventually I realize that we’re headed into Atlanta, but that doesn’t really narrow down the possibilities.  Then we pull onto the Emory campus and I’m thinking "are we gonna take a philosophy class or something".  We walk across campus and come to a building and he says, "This is it".  I read on the outside of the building that it’s a museum.  Ok, that’s cool…something different.  When we walk in he tells me that this museum happens to have the largest collection of Egyptian artifacts in the country.  Then he says, "I couldn’t get you all the way to Egypt, but I thought this was the next best thing."  My heart melted!  Not only had he remembered some miniscule comment that I had made three weeks ago, he also tried to make one of my wishes come true!  How sweet is that?!  After we spent hours walking around looking at all the cool stuff there he took me out to eat for a really nice dinner.  It was the perfect date!   

Don’t ask me why I stopped dating that guy.       

Tanner Lane…isn’t she precious:)

But don’t worry she’s inherited my spiritual gift of eat crap looks…nice one Tanner!

Can you hear ‘em?  Crickets.  This is what my Daddy calls the Song of the South.  I love this sound…it makes me smile.  I wonder if you can hear crickets in the city?  I don’t know if I could live somewhere without crickets.  I hate mice, but I love me some crickets.  

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 Let’s see if I can figure out how to use all these new toys I’ve got.

Friday Night:  Stayed home and blew massive amounts of snot out of my nose approximately every 10 seconds.  My nose hurts.

Saturday Night:  11:00 pm feel something on my hand and glance over only to see a MOUSE…on my HAND…in my BED!  My throat hurts from screaming like a sissy.  (Don’t worry Mike came to the rescue and Mickey is a goner)

Sunday Night:  Just finished walking around my room screaming like a banshee, clapping my hands together and beating my furniture.  You know…to scare out any other little friends that may have stopped by for a visit.  My hands hurt now.

Oh how I love living on a pasture.  Man, what a weekend.  But all is well now…there’s some preseason football on and that makes my heart happy.