Warning! Frozen Hot Dogs.

At youth group we usually have hot dog's as one of our main foods for the kids. Today all of the Ball Parks were frozen so I ran a block of frozen hot dogs under the tepid water to break them apart so I could cook them on the hot dog cooker.
Enter the hazard...
As I was trying to break them apart my fingers slipped on some particulary stubborn hot dogs that were refusing to break loose. When my fingers slipped I really hurt the middle finger of my left hand. It did that thing where you hit something with a lot of momentum and the skin that is normally attached to your finger keeps moving but your nail stays put.
Yeah... ouch.
I didn't rip my nail off or anything disgusting like that, I didn't even bleed but I did pull the skin apart from my nail just a little bit. So I now am sporting 2 bruise marks under my nail and my finger really really hurts.
Oh the things I do for the youth! Who knew frozen hot dogs could be so hazardeous?
Perhaps they should come with a warning.

Good Friends, Good Food and Good Conversation

I got to hang out with two of my very good friends tonight. Tonya and Kate came to Muncie with out the kiddo's to have some chill girl time. Our plans were dinner at the O.G. (Olive Garden) then off to see a chick flick, we were leaning toward Julie & Julia but the movie didn't start until 9:50. Our next choice was The Time Travelers Wife but it didn't start until 9:40 so we skipped the movie and came back to have some chat time at my place.
While we were having girl time our husbands were having a guy night only the best part??? They had the kids! Woohooo. Don't get me wrong I love all of their children but girls need a break too.
How cute are we?
*Side note, I learned tonight that you can sub any pasta in any dish at O.G.

2 Jesus Points

A coworker of mine came back to work today. She took last week off because her oldest son was starting school for the very first time. *Sweet right?*
Today she is telling everyone we work with how she and her husband along with another couple plus one more male friend went to a strip club.
1. Why would you go?
2. Why would you tell other people you went?
3. Why would you go with another couple if you really felt you must go?
4. Wouldn't you be worried about your soul?
She was talking about how the other men were getting lap dances. Then she went on to brag about how she actually ENCOURAGED her husband to get a lap dance.
5. Morals aside...what woman in her right mind would encourage her husband to spend money on that?
She thought it was great because he wouldn't do it with her (his wife) there, he just had too much respect for her!
6. ARE YOU FLIPPING SERIOUS?
This is the chick that claims to be a "christian" you know the kind. Judgemental but is good on Sunday's sometimes attends church and not just on Christmas and Easter. Claims to love God but then turns around and talks trash about everyone, starts rumors and lets everyone know all about her sex life, all while ensuring she is the gossip queen.
I had a long conversation with her about her visit. I wasn't hateful but I really wanted to know where she was coming from. How can you claim to be a Christ follower and then proceed to turn your back on him all the time?
My other staff were encouraging her all laughing at her sick and disgusting story. I felt so alone in my office and thought "I have to get out of here"

Flash forward to a few hours later.

Another one of my employees comes in my office and we had a few words. There is something she wants and I won't give in (disclaimer: I have very good reason, I mean I am the boss so I must do what is right) and we talked it out. Our conversation ended up with me inviting her and her family to church. She is moving back in with her mom and will be living in Farmland. The conversation was like a breath of fresh air. It made me realize that I am where I am because God wants to use me. I can bleed God's love on my employees and hopefully that will be a breath of fresh air for them when they hear crap like the above story.

I have had many great conversations that were Christ centered with my employees but so often it seems like I am throwing seeds on the rocks, but today I saw where one seed just may have landed on the soil.
So PRAISE GOD, praise God for using me who is completely unworthy of him. I wish I knew the right thing to say to make everyone realize just what they are missing and that they would all TESHUVA.
My wonderful husband called and I told him about the day. He said "I'm proud of you baby, you just earned 2 Jesus points"
and to that I say "Nice"

Today made me think about The David Crowder Band's song Everything Glorious.
You make everything glorious
You make everything glorious
You make everything glorious
And I am yours
What does that make me?

Wolf Power? Who knew???

So my friend -V- told me I should check out this 80's fab wolf t-shirt on Amazon. To the left my friends you can see the "awesomeness" Amazon has said that this shirt has been on their web site for years with not a lot of hype (I really have no clue why either) until a college student posted a funny comment. Since this post on www.amazon.com the shirt sales have exploded, due to its mystical powers. You can read the comment below.

It has become a best seller in the apparel category. Reviewers have touted the shirt's magical properties to attract women, including cheerleaders.

"This item has wolves on it which makes it intrinsically sweet and worth 5 stars by itself, but once I tried it on, that's when the magic happened. After checking to ensure that the shirt would properly cover my girth, I walked from my trailer to Wal-mart with the shirt on and was immediately approached by women. The women knew from the wolves on my shirt that I, like a wolf, am a mysterious loner who knows how to 'howl at the moon' from time to time (if you catch my drift!). The women that approached me wanted to know if I would be their boyfriend and/or give them money for something they called mehth. I told them no, because they didn't have enough teeth, and frankly a man with a wolf-shirt shouldn't settle for the first thing that comes to him.

I arrived at Wal-mart, mounted my courtesy-scooter (walking is such a drag!) sitting side saddle so that my wolves would show. While I was browsing tube socks, I could hear aroused asthmatic breathing behind me. I turned around to see a slightly sweaty dream in sweatpants and flip-flops standing there. She told me she liked the wolves on my shirt, I told her I wanted to howl at her moon. She offered me a swig from her mountain dew, and I drove my scooter, with her shuffling along side out the door and into the rest of our lives. Thank you wolf shirt.

Pros: Fits my girthy frame, has wolves on it, attracts women
Cons: Only 3 wolves (could probably use a few more on the 'guns'), cannot see wolves when sitting with arms crossed, wolves would have been better if they glowed in the dark."

I mean really folks... we should all have one!

CANNA I GET A WOOT WOOT!

WOOT WOOT! Word homies!! We now have the internet at HOME. I know I know I know it is simply.... wow. You just never know what your missing until you have it. Ahhhh so I believe that I will be back to blogging reguarly now. So look forward to reading more about the wonderful and amazing Ireland, because seriously it is so fantastic you need to see, read, hear more.
*insert girlie giggles here*