yesterday we talked about balls and it offended some people.  so i thought i’d come up with a female euphemism to complete the equation today. :)

my friend brandi (who is also the boss man’s wife) and i went to lunch, and more importantly - dessert - yesterday.  we visited gigi’s cupcakes over by vanderbilt and, as boomama would say,

OH MY LANDS!!!

heaven.

cupcakes are my kryptonite. i can never say no. and now that i have been to gigi’s, i fear i will be visiting over and over and over again…and that will just be tomorrow.

what’s your favorite sweet treat?

something i love about working on staff at cross point is the amazing amounts of fun we get to have. for instance, taking our parking lot shuttle/golf cart a mile down the road to get ice cream with a bunch of my coworkers.

what you are about to see unfold may take you by surprise. especially if your church doesn’t like to have fun. in the video you’ll meet matt (creative arts director), jenni (executive director), miranda (creative arts coordinator), ashley (office manager/first impressions), chad (dickson campus pastor) and jarrod (music director).

i should also note that even though a DUI was mentioned in the making of this film, the only influence we were under was the influence of sugar. just to clarify.

enjoy! :)

awwww.

but i do have to admit. i don’t like much meat but I LOVE BACON. i mentioned this to our new programming director, dave, the other day, who recommended i watch this jim gaffigan video on bacon. it is so true.

“on a magic bacon ride….”

after a pretty heavy post on the sabbath yesterday, i thought i’d share something happening in my own church.

this pig is for real.  the men at cross point church will be eating this very pig tomorrow at a tailgating party thing.  no girls allowed.  which is fine, because i would probably throw up if i saw this thing in person.

knowing this, ryan, who is heading this event up, and whose office is right next to me, has been talking about the process of getting the pig…from buying it, scalding it, and even dehairing it.  he just sent me the picture of the final product.

HE IS STILL SMILING. And whose truck is that?

wrong, just wrong.

does this make you want to throw up, or eat some bacon?

as you know, i have lived in the south. in texas. the red river kind of south. not the south-south.

in the red river south, we have our own breed of rednecks. but alas, i am learning the south-south has yet another breed of rednecks altogether.

(by the way, i love rednecks. this is by no means an anti-redneck post. the ceiling of my car is coming unglued, i have a gravel driveway, and i shot my first rifle at the tender age of nine, so obviously i am somewhat born of this breed as well).

now, my friend shaun has talked about his redneck neighbor before. and his redneck neighbor even has a blog. one day, i hope to meet redneck neighbor. but until then, i have my own redneck neighbor to deal with, and i have a question to propose to y’all.

here’s the skinny.

my redneck neighbor’s driveway is next to my driveway. i see it when i leave. when i come home. when i go on my deck. when i take out the trash.

my redneck neighbor has a little planter wall. on this planter wall are several cans of budweiser…some askew, some crushed, some full of cigarette butts, and all piled up into a replica of pike’s peak.

[at one point, he had creatively made a budweiser-duct tape-sticks-cigarette butts effigy using a button with obama's face on it for the head. it was like a little budweiser obama stick figure. which was held up by a rusted folger's coffee can. this has now disappeared, leaving me a little disappointed.]

i am all about respecting other people’s property, but when his strewn bud cans and cigarette butts are in my line of sight, oh, forty-seven times a day, the OCD in me comes out and desperately wants to clean up this budweiser-duct tape-sticks-cigarette butts mountain the next time i take out the trash.

[using heavy duty yellow rubber gloves and a gallon of purell, of course.]

so my question to you is this…would cleaning up this nasty redneck trash pile be rude of me? or helpful to him? because you see, i of course am only doing this to love my neighbor. right?

ahem. right?

if you have been around for very long, you know I LOVE THE WEATHER. ever since i saw my first tornado when i was five years old, i became obsessed. i would literally sit for hours and just watch the weather channel. no saturday morning cartoons for me. nope. give me mark mancuso anyday.

my love for weather, especially severe scary kinds, hasn’t died. i’ve blogged about a few big storms

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here

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here

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here.

imagine my delight when i discovered one of my coworker’s husband, charlie, is a meteorologist on CBS!

and it’s not like he just talks about the weather…he lives and breathes it. we were at a fourth of july party and while the fireworks are going off, i looked down and he’s checking the radar on his phone. and he used the word mesocyclonic in conversation.

which i think is incredibly awesome.

slowly, a few of us pressured tried to get charlie to twitter.

i mean, how amazing would it be to get weather updates in a personal style, straight to my phone from my favorite weather guy? what if there was a tornado and the power was out and i needed to know if it was safe?

well, last night, he bit the bullet and signed up.

so, if you are in nashville and want to have your own personal weather guru on your phone, or if you just love weather, you should follow charlie on twitter!

while you’re clicking around, check out his blog, and his wife, eve’s blog.

what other fun but practical uses can you think of for twitter?