Saturday, January 26, 2008

Happy Birthday Pops!

Today my dad is 58. I could double my entire life and still not be as old as him.

Love you dad.

Happy Birthday!

Friday, January 25, 2008

Woosh!

For those of you who know me pretty well, you know I can't stand it when people talk about how busy they are. I often feel like they are really telling you how important they are. Make no mistake, I am fully aware that working at Bojangles does not make me important. But the truth is, I have been rather busy lately. In the past few weeks especially, I have been asking questions on topics such as, What's the deal with my prayer life? Who am I really? How could Patches not have won Bark magazine's cover dog contest?

I admit, I have been flying around like crazy. This isn't one of those "poor me" blogs, rather it's a blog to let you know that God is doing something in me because a lot of issues have been raised in my heart and mind and it's not always easy.

Many of you know that I'm anemic, which isn't an odd thing to be, but coupled with all this running around, I've gotten really, really tired. I get annoyed when people say they're tired, but I honestly have been.

I do want to say that if I've neglected my relationship with you, I really am sorry. Sometimes now it feels like there's hardly any time to figure out things. Give me a call, we'll talk.

And I still think Patches should have won that contest.

Monday, January 7, 2008

"Correction, COUNTRY Ham Biscuit"

Ok, I talked about materialism in my Christmas post, but can I say I still got exceptional gifts this year?

So about that title. I work at Bojangles. This is not my preferred place of employment, but the death of my old car and the purchase of a new one necessitated additional income and it needed to come fast. So, I applied to Bojangles because they were hiring.

There is a certain terminology, if you will, in being a Bojangles employee. They are anti-conjunction. We may not say "and", "with", and "or." You also may not say ham biscuit. I said ham biscuit into the mike and the girl beside me said, "Correction." So I had to say, "Correction, COUNTRY ham biscuit." You know, I'm pretty sure there's no city ham back there and we're in Harnett County, which pretty much implies country anyway.

My lifelong habit of saying "bacon, egg, and cheese biscuit" must cease during working hours, for it is a "egg, bacon, cheese biscuit." We cannot pluralize anything, so I have to say "2 sausage biscuit" which drives my grammatical side crazy. Don't even get me started on calling out for chicken breasts.

So, yes, I work in fast-food. Definitely not where I pictured myself when they ask you in high school, "Where do you want to be in ten years?" "Why teacher, I'd like to still be in school and working three jobs, one of which is Bojangles!"

Oh how God surprises us. But it's ok. I get my MDiv in May and I can do what I've been called to do full-time. But believe me, working at Bojangles is definitely a ministry.

Come get food.