I had to write this. Today, we had a fun event called Cheeseburgers In Paradise. Our Fun Team grilled us food and I sat outside with co-workers enjoying the Buffett music. I was starving by the time I got my food which was almost 2:00 (I usually take lunch around 11:30). I bit into my cheeseburger and....I saw this grisley, nasty, gray, nobby thing staring back at me. I spit out my food and tried hard not to make a huge deal of it. These things sometimes happen. But ewwwww!!!!!! And why am I so picky? No, I didn't eat the rest and I didn't go get a new burger. I ate the chips and oatmeal raisin cookie. That was my lunch. I was kind of bummed but I would have been more bummed if said gross thing had made it into my mouth.

On a totally random sidenote, I was telling a woman I work with how I was going to see Joyce Meyer tonight by myself. She started going into this negative speech about how it is going to be packed, I'll be way in the back and how she would rather sit in the luxury of her home to watch it on tv. Then she said, "I remember when I first became a believer. I was so on fire for the Lord. I went to a whole bunch of conferences." Then she sighed, as if she were thinking about an old lover. Is that going to be someday? Will I lose the passion I have for Him? God...please...no.