My Week Is Finally Over!

Why, we have been busy little beavers on my blog...haven't we?
I was going to dimiss the whole "noseblog" incident, when I realized it had spread a lot further than I thought. Let me back up and let me start this story properly, from the beginning! So pull up a chair, kick your shoes off, grab a snack(preferably nothing chewy or gooey [hey that rhymes! I'm a poet and didn't even know it. Hey that rhymes too!]), and let me begin.....

It was a cold and stormy night, and the wind had began to bend the trees painfully to and fro. Huge displays of lightning flashed across the sky. The whole earth shook from the roaring, turbulent sounds of thunder. Like a thousand Clydesdale horses of Scotland, stampeding by.... Oh wait, that's a different story!

Well it was last night and I was finishing up my day and someone thought it would absolutely hilarious to post a post(? - don't ask) about me loving to "pick my nose"! Wow! I was stunned, shocked, mortified, fuddled, confounded, discombobulated(not really, I just like to use that word!). There I was, with my brand new blogspot and the whole world would know my secret. Uuuhhmm, I mean, could read what someone wrote. Someone who was in possession of certain "administrative properties" (thanks Steph-such Sherlock Holmes skills indeed dear Watson!).
This perpetrator even tried to prevent me from posting a small comment of defense, I couldn't even build a weak, feeble explaination of this abomination. I knew that no one would believe it anyhow. My only thought was "What if I'm shunned form the blogging world? No one wants to blog with a nose-picker! That's gross!" To a bunch of people who like to type, phalangical hygiene is very important. The digits must remain clean! Food and drinks are just understood as taboo. Especially nose pickings! Even if you get bored and no one is around. I mean, it gets on the keyboard, then after a while you can't see some of the letters or numbers and then your little pinky sticks to the spacebar. Uggghhh, how annoying!
Anyways, I battled back and forth until sheer superior strength had proved me the victor! And now is where I became gravely and perilously careless. Out of complete faith and duty, I turned my "other cheek" toward this criminal of composition, this gangster of gross gab, this outlaw of outlandish over-imaginative observations, this villian of vile blog vandalism. I soon found out that my senseless act of trust would be my demise. Not only did this criminal fake a consoling rebuttal, but then proceeded to further drown my name in disgusting dietary no, no's. That I liked to, you guessed it, "eat my boogers!" Incredible! Absolutely abhorring.
That's when common sense and understanding entered. Like a mean cowboy swaggering through a saloon and not a single noise is heard-except for the rough boots on the floor and the rattle of his gunbelt. But when the dust all settled down, the perp deleted the fantastic "story" (No Colleen, you're not going crazy! not going crazy! not going crazy! not going crazy!). There you have it. Green globs of gross goey goo and and all.

Well, March is over,and we should be back fully staffed. I can resume work as usual. Let us see what this weekend has in store for us. Have a blessed weekend and have some fun! Get moving. Yeah, you! Right there. You. Right in front of your computer. Go do something and laugh really hard doing it! :)

The last couple of days, the Lord has laid on my heart how He became sin, not just bore our sins. How when we despised and rejected Him, he carried our sorrows and griefs. That through His exceeding riches of grace, He will raise us up and be made the righteousness of God in Him. For we are a workmanship, created in Christ Jesus unto good works, which God hath ordained that we should walk in them. Eph 2:10 Amen.