Another Award

Carol at She Lives awarded me a memeish award. I don't actually know what a "memeish award" is. Candy (aka Candace Jean at Steele the Day) gave me an award last week (or was it the week before?) for being an awesome blogger. It probably should have been the "awesome slacker" award. That's a title I carry proudly. I honestly appreciate the accolades, and I'm going to do this one for Carol because she plays bass, and that's just cool beans. Not that Candy isn't cool -- she's wicked awesome! But I forgot what I'm supposed to do for the other award, and I think I lost the little picture thingy. People should not give me awards unless they are going to cut and paste them to my blog themselves and forward all the necessary necessities to the aforementioned appropriate parties. Not that I'm complaining mind you. Okay, I kinda am, but I do appreciate it! Okay, so I'm actually not going to forward this cuz I'm just all kinds of lazy.

However, for the honor of displaying this fantabulous jpeg of a metal traffic sign, you must:

A) first list 10 honest things about yourself - and make it interesting, even if you have to dig deep!

B) pass the award on to 7 bloggers that you feel embody the spirit of the Honest Scrap.

So allow me to lay down some deep truths about yours truly:

1) When I was a very young girl, I had a major crush on Peter Frampton. I had this ginormous poster of him in my room. It didn't have "Rolling Stone" on it, but that was the picture in the center. I would get up real close to Pete and stare longingly into his glossy paper eyes. I listened to "Frampton Comes Alive" over and over, bought Peter Frampton "I'm in You" and somehow convinced myself that it was even a fraction as good as the live album (which it was NOT!) I even paid cold hard cash to see Peter Frampton and the Bee Gees (for crying out loud) star in St. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band. This was a seriously bad movie. So, have you seen Peter Frampton lately? He looks like the CPA that does our taxes. Okay, sorry. We're supposed to be honest. I've never actually met our CPA, but I certainly wouldn't think twice about giving this guy a copy of my W-2 form.


2) When I'm in a goofy mood, I have a real hard time being serious about anything. Now THAT's the truth! There are certain things that I don't think I could ever joke about, but I think life's too short to be all serious and intense all the time. I figure, God made me the way I am for a reason. I think I can use humor to dispel the notion that being a Christian means not having any fun and possibly reach someone that is can appreciate the spiritual gift of sarcasm. At least, that's what I'm betting the farm on. Because if God doesn't have a sense of humor, I think it's a foregone conclusion that I'm pretty much toast. (Now see, I was going to use another descriptive there, but I cleaned it up. Clearly, I'm maturing, right?)

3) I cannot stand phoniness. I took a spiritual gifts assessment and I scored high in the "mercy" category. But I have neither the time nor the patience for big fat fakers! End of rant.

4) Even though I write like I talk, I do a better job conveying a concept or an idea in writing because when I write, I can spit all this stuff out that's in my head and not worry about whether it makes sense. I can make it make sense later. Me talking is like the unedited version of a blog post. I get some blank stares. Granted, I probably get a similar reaction when some read my blog, but sometimes that's intentional. Besides, if people don't "get" me, it's not like
there's any shortage of blogs out there to read.

5) I am a really good friend. No really, I am. If you're my friend, I've totally got your back. Just don't lie to me. Dishonest people rate right up there with phonies. The only notable exception to this rule would be if I were to ask you, "Do these jeans make my butt look fat?" Cuz if you said no, I know you're lying. All jeans make my butt look fat. I'm pretty sure it's some kind of conspiracy.

6) I have close family members that have held on to unforgiveness for over 30 years. It is literally eating them alive from the inside out. It is heartbreaking that they don't seem to realize that it is poisoning every aspect of their lives. I have tried to talk to them, but since I am the youngest child, in many ways I am still considered that dumb little sister that doesn't know what she's talking about.

8) I was raised going to church, but I didn't have the slightest idea who Jesus really is. Church was somewhere you went on Sunday, heard some relatively amusing stories about whales and arks, a guy named Jesus who really loved the little children, and a big God who knew if you had been naughty or nice. Then everybody got the go to Sizzler for a chopped steak and the all you can eat salad bar.

9) When I was in my twenties, I had a group of friends that did not believe in God. I felt such a sense of fellowship with them that I began to adopt their philosophy of "I believe in myself", thinking that it was some great truth. This experience helped me realize the importance of developing real, honest relationships with new believers. They long for a connection; a real sense of fellowship. Don't abandon them. I believe it is Christians, and not God, who have caused people to turn away. I also believe that we will all be held accountable for this - BIG TIME.

10) I skipped number 7. (Just to annoy Angela.)