Big Mac

Dint that look nice?

Bored...

My personalDNA Report

All about the details!

About a month or so ago, (I think, it was before Congress. I don't know if everyone else does this, or it is just me, I measure time by TSA events and talk of divisions instead of states... just pathetic) the wee woman from my dentist called;
"Mahira?" "Yes," I replied, even though she had totally butchered my name. "I have just received a check from your insurance company, and I just want to let you know that you have a reimbursement check on it's way to you."

"Awesome," I thought, I knew that it would come in handy, although I had already spent it on some new shoes in my mind. I had not another thought about it, until today. You see, I hate money, just hate it. I hate that I am so poor at dealing with it. I have just paid off my wee car, and what happens, it needs some work! Darn! Isn't that always that way of things? So as you can imagine, I was nervous about the price tag of my new catalytic converter, so today, when Stan the Mechanic called I panicked. I nearly didn't pick the phone up, but I pulled up my big girl pants and said hello. He told me that my car was ready, but didn't have a price for me, would I wait a minute for him to calculate it. "Sure" I said and hit the deck, on my knees. "Lord, you know I can't afford this to be crazy expensive; how much is it gonna be?" "$560," He said.

Stan the Mechanic came back on the phone, "Myra, you there? It will be $646.44" "That's not $560!" I thought as I made arrangements to pick up my car. I hung up with Stan the Mechanic and walked to the kitchen to get my bag and there on the bunker was a letter from the dentist; inside was a check. The check was for $86.82! I even made money out of it; a whole 28 cents. He's all about the details!

"God is not man that He should lie, not human that He should change His mind!"
Numbers 27:19

What's funny about the whole thing was that my concern was that I wouldn't be able to pay my tithe this week because of it. I nearly didn't put this part down, but I think that it is possibly the most important part of this testimony today. He gave to me, so that I could give to Him; doesn't that sound like Jesus?

I'm an auntie, again!

L-R: Aaron, Cameron & Blair

My big cousin, (well his wife,) has just given birth to two wee boys, here with their big brother. Of course, they are all in Scotland - they'll just need to wait til Christmas until I sing "Wee chooky birdie to them!" (You all love it, it's golden!) Love their good Scottish names, you want to be friends with guys wi' these names. Yeah for Catherine and Alan, and their three wee laddies!

Quack, quack, quack!

John Smeaton, everyday hero

Not relation - CNN spelt his name wrong! I'm not getting into the terrorism debate, just boasting about the Weeggies! Pure Dead Brilliant!

We're just trying this

My Spirit is willing, but my body... it needs ripped out and started again!

So my first year of Project 1:17 has come to a close, and with it, the end of an era. It was decided that a name like Project was much too temporary sounding and so, it has been formally changed to Railton School of Youth Worker Training. For the first time in my life I have no opinion on the matter; (I have practised not having an opinion for the past 18 months, finally results!) Our new logo:


The final students are just leaving campus, it will be very quiet on the third floor with the cadets also out on Summer Assignment.

Life continued it's break neck speed since my last post. Sometimes I worry that I am a lazy person, the bags under my eyes are proving to be my source of comfort against those thoughts. After retreat it was off to Graduation in Hershey, followed by Congress and Commissioning. To say that I am proud of my students would be an understatement. All of them have progressed beyond their expectations and so I rejoice with them in that. Some I have no idea when I will see them again, others, I will see all too soon! (Only kidding!) They are braving the world of ministry; having learned a few lessons that this life has to teach, they have made themselves available to minister to the at risk youth of the USA. Good luck! You know where I am if you need me!

Congress, what to say about that event? I am an Army geek; I really do love the big events, I am not one who shys away from them or gets bored by the 9 Millionth band selection from the NYSB; nope, I am one who enjoys the whole Army cheesiness, I get upset at having to miss any part of it. I would have TiVo-ed the parts that I missed should I have been able to. ;) Friday evening with the kids, Saturday morning, the General and Carol Jaudes made an unbeatable team; we are so very lucky to have Carol, it is clearly more than a job for that lady.

I am tired and would like to write a more detailed account of the event, but I cannot, my body will not allow me. So let me leave with the main thing that I wanted to say, Sunday...

Sunday had me eat with some new friends; gotta say I love the new friends, especially in the army. I commented to one of my newest friends that we really have a strange networking cycle; these new friends are "friends," (in quotation marks not because they are shoddy friends to the old friend but actually the off-spring,) of an older and wiser friend. What amused me was that these new friends, (it would be much easier to give them names rather than constantly refer to them as "old" or "new.") treated me as though they were their parents. I wonder, is this purely an Army idiosyncrasy or, is it this family's gifting? I do wonder.

We left the Giant centre and as we walked to lunch picked people up, one commented, "it's like Jesus!" It was, and was alot of fun to think that the simple act of walking to lunch and inviting people to sit with you could imitate the Saviour, brought me joy. Even as we bare such a poor reflection. If only we could have that courage in real life - I wonder if anyone would say yes? I will try - I owe two meals, one for the lunch I blagged and one to see if anyone would eat with me. Next time I'm in Manhattan I will try to find out...

So we got into the queue for lunch, me without my ticket - I blagged my way in; this is one of the few times that the accent works for me, as long as it accompanies a smile! We lost half of our party, but found an empty row of seats where we sat ourselves down. Having history with only one of my lunch dates made for interesting conversation - the topic, after what church had made itself to be, was Officership. We all gave our opinions on Officership - it was really lovely, one gave their view and the others listened and when the person was done, all gave feed back. (I love people watching!) It was good church. It was lovely eating lunch with them, I took myself out for a moment and looked at the group - in years to come, they will be the people to watch, the whole day felt like God was getting His ducks in a row, and what lovely row of ducks they are.

Must close

Youth Councils SNE Style and a whole bunch of other stuff.

Life at Project has not stopped. We found Canadian chocolate in the fridge and Laura and I guzzled it; sad to say, but it was a total high!

Last Monday we bade farewell to the Ignite students from 614 Toronto. The Salvation Army continues to be a surprising network of people. We had a lovely time with the Canadians, (and Aussies!) God really does have good things for His children. What lovely people I meet in this job, and in all my SA jobs. If I've met you while working for the SA, yeah for you, and big yeah for the God in you!

So after spending a week while Heather, (my new friend who is now in Australia - it's ok, the Knaggs will take care of you,) running around the school and then one fun day in the city it was time for them to go home. The city was very fun, we hit up all the glamourous hotspots, lol, or rather, the really tacky ones. After visiting the John Lennon bit of Central Park, we visited Times Square, where we saw a very handsome man dressed in a cream suit handing out Maybelline lip gloss. Well, Fiona, the fiesty wee Aussie, over heard from the beautiful man, that he was one of 16 beauties handing out lip gloss's. So Fiona and I took up that challenge, and ten minutes later had 34 Maybelline lip glosses between us! FREE BARGAINS! My favourite kind. I have since handed all but four out, (there were four flavours,) and I have none left, sorry. ;(
After the time in Times Square, we headed to Rice to Riches... wow! Amazing, very very yummy rice pudding in the city! Amazing carry home containers and crazy spoons. Seriously, you should go and get some. Mango flavour, may sound gross, but your tastebuds will beg you for more.

We had 3 whole down days before we headed off to Southern New England Youth Councils, held for the first time at Camp Connri. Gotta say, Mhairi Smeaton's opinion is that Youth Councils should be at the Divisional Camp as much as possible, ownership of camp, I like it. Well, that was my opinion until Friday. The sun was splitting the trees when we arrived on Thursday, but Friday, not a dry moment.

The kids arrived and nothing was dampening their spirits, they were up for a giggle, and that they had. Worship led by the Singing Company, (CD available, get yourself one!) and activities planned by the Divisional Staff, the evening was excellent. Although, I would like to take this moment to apologise to all who visited the Snow Cone stand - it's a much more difficult job that I thought it would be, sorry for the shoddy snow cones, they were not great to look at, hope they tasted better.

It was a great weekend, good job SNE, you did Him proud.

I do have a new blog coming... I will blog again... I may be a mother by then! ;) HAHAHA, just kinding

Can life get anymore hectic?

I wrote an entry the other day; I didn't have time to check it, so I hit "Save as draft" and ran off to whatever event I was off to. When I came back to check on it, it was gone! Can't find it, have no blessed idea where it could be - somewhere out there, as Fieval Mouskatwitz would (probably) say.

Right now I'm reading Velvet Elvis by Rob Bell with my students; it's proving to be very interesting wee read, lots that I can relate to. In the first chapter he uses an illustration of a trampoline, you know the big 15 footers, like the one the Kelly's have. So Bell drops into the conversation a time when he and his son were jumping together. They discovered that if his son timed his bounce with his bounce, that his son could bounce much, much higher than bouncing on his own. While speaking in terms of the understanding of our faith, our doctrine, etc. Bell expresses that everyone has faith, regardless of where the faith stands, faith is the belief in any particular object(s)/person(s), or the non-existence of anything, still a belief in something/nothing, right? It is not limited to a faith in God, but all mono/polytheisms, blah, blah, blah. He continues...

The springs of the trampoline are not noticed until they are missing, but without springs what use is a trampoline? Our springs can be anything, bible study, dance, drama, band, chorus, mission, evangelism - all build a better church, but, without God, what use are they? Without God, you are just any other historical scholar, any other didn't quite make it dancer, any other would be actor, any other trumpet player at the orchestra audition, any other singer, any other good hearted soul, any other psycho trying to sell me your religion like Bob sells his furniture. God's the mat that we jump on, the one that catches us, throws us further into the air that we though possible in our lives.

Last summer I blogged about the Kelly's 4th of July BBQ. It was a great day, I love that house, love those people; so I was in a good place. The sun was shining, the food was good, the company - already covered that, the pool was a nice escape from the heat, and the trampoline, it had a line to get on! Once the wee ones had had their fill of the trampoline, the big ones got on; first the ladies and then the gents. It was a new trampoline, so the mat was very tight because the springs hadn't had a chance to loosen off. You had to really work at jumping, your whole body was involved, it was a good work out and ridiculous amounts of fun. Well, Chip called that the food was ready and everyone headed back to the porch, ran to the bathroom, etc. you know the deal. After lunch, the wee ones commandeered the trampoline once more. I didn't get back on the trampoline until the sun had started to set. Noah called Caryn and I back on; we obliged him, but when we started to jump, it was a very different experience than before. The mat was slack, the springs were looser - they must have been because the trampoline was much easier to bounce on, and somewhat safer.

I really loved Bell's illustration, it fitted perfectly with my experience on the Kelly trampoline. God is much harder to understand when you are trying to understand Him through your own eyes, but when you jump with others, or after others, as in this case; it's not only easier, but safer. You are brought balance from the experience of others. Their wisdom is invaluable, not to mention, much less lonely.

Anyway, Velvet Elvis, by Rob Bell. Give it a read.

Lynsey

I'm not reading my stars or anything, but I do believe somewhat that the Lord has given people from certain months similar character traits. Being that I was a summer baby, I don't understand the thought patterns that March child; I just fon't get it, so why am I so drawn to these random March people? Sometimes I wish I was born in March, it seems that every close friend I have ever had is born in March (or September Caryn, lol) Eilidh, Victoria, Carole, Heather, Alan, Scouse - all from the March month; it is strange the things that I notice... I'm sure it is not normal.

Today, my favourite March baby is celebrating her birthday - my skin and blister, (sister,) Lynsey Campbell. Hip hip hooray! She's 27, oh my! 3 more years Lynsey-kins! For everyone who is close-by, you will have the awesome chance to meet this awesome lady and her lovely ginger husband; they arrive on Saturday night - can I tell you that I am excited to see them again?

Only 3 more sleeps...

How clean are you?

So, we are preparing for mission trip, and we have given the students a packing list, and the women in my office have had a big argument, seriously, big argument!
The argument has been based on, "Do you wear a clean bra/vest everyday?"

Further questions that came from this discussions have been:

"Would you share a straw or drink with your husband/significant other?"

"Do you share ice cream cones or lollies?"

I know this may be too much for some to handle; you are more than welcome to pass on this, but I would like to know, is Saffron, (not her real name,) too clean? Do you share your food/drinks?

Seriously, I'd like to know... I'm setting my blog to take anonymous replies, I want to know that badly.

It's a two cream eggs for your breakfast kind of day...

Caryn sent me this. I have a random taste in music and I use my iTunes to store stuff that we may use for work... That's my disclaimer

If your life was a movie, what would the soundtrack be?
Here's how it works:

1. Open your music library (iTunes, Winamp, Media Player, iPod, etc.)
2. Put it on shuffle
3. Press play
4. For every question, type the song that is playing
5. When you get to a new question, press next button
6. Don't lie and pretend you are cool... and alot of the songs will fit with the setting.

Opening Credits:
Out of Reach - Gabrielle - Bridget Jone's Soundtrack

Waking Up:
Back in My Life - Alice DeeJay - HAHAHAHAH! My clubbing days catch up with me! HAHAHA Cheesy Brit

First Day at School:
London Skies - Jamie Cullum - Hmmm... it talks of rain... nice

Falling in Love:
Universe & U - KT Tunstall - Love me some KT

Fight Song:
Sparkling Diamonds - Moulin Rouge - LOL, the first line is; "The french are glad to die for love." Not that into flashy diamonds though

Breaking Up:
Holy, Holy, Holy - Seriously... I'm no Paul!

Prom:
Awaken the Giant - Phil Wall - It's a prayer track about the humility of the TSA. I was Head Girl, I ran prom... is that a smack in the mouth for me?

Life:
Killin' Kind - Shelby Lynne - Bridget Jones' Soundtrack - second Briget Jones' song, if I could land me a Mark Darcy, I'd not say no

Mental Breakdown:
The Final Conquest - Another Prayer Track about taking authority over situations when they turn crappy - I did notice that there was only space for one mental breakdown...

Driving:
What the Lord has done in me - Hillsongs - I've never listened to this song, ever! I can't really do the whole worship the car things, I just cry - tears impair my vision and my driving stinks as it is.

Flashback:
Prelude to Moriah - Phil Laeger - this could honestly do the whole flashback thing, what a beautiful flashback it would be

Getting back together:
Concerto Fo Euphonium Movement 2 - ISB - I feel naked, just naked

Wedding:
Dancing Queen - ABBA - ok, there will be no teeny popper stuff at my wedding, it will be the ceilidh band gig of the century - and no Queens, my cousin was called Princess and Queen the whole day of her wedding, it made me gag

Birth of Child:
Bring it on Lord Jesus - Prayer Track - awesome title though, CJ isn't it hilarious?

Final Battle:
Puppy Love - Donny Osmond - it's on my greatest 70's cd, leave off!

Death Scene:
City of Love - Persephone's Bees - Smile :)

Funeral Song:
Let's Get Together - Hayley Mills - Greatest Disney Movie EVER!

End Credits:
Harmony - Elton John

This just amused me, try it for yourself, let me know what your results are, especially the embarassing ones! You can tell by mind that I did stick to the rules, there are some I desperately wanted to veto!

eric is bananaman

This was one of my favourite shows when I was wee...

Allegedly... did I spell that correctly...

It was either this or a good old moan about people who don't know how to apologise... It makes me so mad!

Your Birthdate: June 17

You tend to find yourself lucky - both in business and in life. And while being wealthy is nice, you enjoy sharing your abundance with others. You put your luck to good use: you are very ambitious and goal oriented. Often times, you get over excited and take on more than you can manage. Your strength: Your ability to make your own luck Your weakness: Thinking you can do it all Your power color: Bronze Your power symbol: Half Moon Your power month: August

What Does Your Birth Date Mean?

Tough Questions...

Saturday was the Corps Focus Day for the Montclair Citadel. The tough questions were asked, and the delicate hearts were handled... delicately.

For any church going through a debriefing process of programmes, attitudes and heart issues, they will discover that it is a much more painful process than we would like to hope. The morning session was concluded by a prayer time; I would like to tell you about it, but I know that I really mustn't; it would be disrespectful. Some things are to be kept secret, not from shame but so as not to cheapen what was shared; the memories are protected and can be indulged privately. I must resist the temptation to "overshare."

At work just now we are reading though Bill Thrall's "True Faced," a book about trusting God and others with who God says we are. It is common to hear "ouch" out of my mouth as I turn the pages; every page seems to nail me in some level. From the first page of the book Thrall states;

“God’s dreams are ultimately not really about you. Oh, don’t misunderstand. They’ll bring you some of the best days of your life; you will be fulfilled beyond any imaginable expectations. But God’s dreams take form only when they are about others, for the benefit of others. Loving them. Guiding them. Serving them. Influencing them. Filling their heads with dreams and hope. There are no other types of God dreams. Nothing less or else will compel, attract, or seem worthy of this God heart within you. Everything else will always, ultimately, taste chalky and dry.”



Are we, as Salvationists about serving others? I am not trying to stir the pot, if I could bleed yellow, red and blue, I promise, I would; but I do often think, who are we serving? I recognise that decisions are always made at an individual level; as an individual I can abide by the law, or not. Stand true to my Articles of War, or not. The mass identity of any large body is ALWAYS affected by the individual attitudes of those within the body. So I ask you, the member of whatever group you are found to be a part of; why are you there? Really, why are you there?Surely, you are bound to receive something, but is that what you are there for, what you can get? Can we truly expected fulfilment from others; can we not have fulfilment in ourselves? Is that all God has in store for us? My panic is that that is what we look for; you know the saying; "you get out what you put in," it tough, it calls for a lot unselfish acts; but it is so very true. The Army Mother said this:

“Show the world a real, living, self-sacrificing, hard-working, toiling, triumphing religion, and the world will be influenced by it; but anything short of that they will turn round and spit upon.”

Well, firstly, I'd like to say that I love that woman! (When I get to glory she and I will be in the Marks' & Spencers coffee shop drinking skinny latte's and eating clotted cream scones.) Secondly, what a challenge! To be authentic; I read recently, "Integrity is what you are in the dark." Hmm... what does our mind think on when we are not wearing our S's? Is it good? Is it pure? Is it lovely? Is it for your good or the good of the Kingdom?

Dunkin Donuts

Haha, very tired, simple things were hilarious...

Found this... "Even though..."

"Even though there's $ owing and its hard to come by;
even though my sins keep tripping me up,
even though my brother's heart seems like stone to you... Yet I will be grateful for Your mercy and love - for your patience and gentleness, for your promises to me, for your Holy Spirit that I am becoming more aware of."

"Yet I will rejoice in the Lord,
I will be joyful in God my Saviour.
The Sovereign Lord is my strength;
he makes my feet like the feet of a deer,
he enables me to go on the heights."
Habakuk 3:18-19

I found this double sided on an index card inside one of my books; I had put the book in prayer rooms at various places; SLMC, Montclair, OOB and TAM - so lots of people could have written it, but only I got to find it, and keep it. Yes! PRAISE HIM! It's now taped to my desk - the Prayer side up; it was a wee gift to me today.

The Lord has been teaching me that if He says something instead of me questioning Him on it, (no faith required here,) I have to thank Him for it as if it has already happened, (MOVE ON OUTTA THIS TOWN MR MOUNTAIN!) It's a stretch, and a painful, humiliating one at that, but, God is not man that He should lie, not human that He should change His mind.

Sojourner, He has not changed His mind on your brother, it is His desire, He loves him, you love him; fill those prayer bowls with shouts of joy; there is no sweeter incense; when the tsunami comes, (and it's a-coming, HALLELUJAH!) we will know that it was because of a faithful God, a God who is not wasteful; your brother is not driftwood! So praise Him!

Have a good un!

How much is too much?

I started this blog yesterday, I hope that I will finish it today. I've changed everything about it, but I will finish it today. The title too belongs to yesterday, didn't want to change it, felt wrong. Today seems to be a day of finishing things. Yesterday was not a great day - if there was something stupid to say, I said it; if there was something stupid to do, it was surely me who did it; if there was someone to be unfaithful to God - here am I Lord send me? It was surely not the Lord who led me to my unfaithfulness to Him, but I know He is going to 'let that be a lesson to me.' He's not wasteful :)

I was in the thick of feeling physically exhausted - I have NEVER felt like this, could not sit, could not stand, it was terrible. You know when people are talking to you and you know that you should respond to them and yet, you would like to smack them for asking you a question in the first place? That was me yesterday morning at around 9 am. (Crazier than craziness is that by 10 am, I was at the Holidome singing away, front and slightly right of centre... crazy huh?) I was physically weak, and utterly exhausted; man, as I write this a song that I sang in Singing Company comes back;

"When we have exhausted our store of endurance,
When our strength is gone and the day is half done
When we reach the end of our hoarded resources
Our Fathers full giving has only begun."

I hope I remember that correctly, you get the message though, yeah? I dropped the ball and gave up, and just like God, He saved my chubby wee butt! Awesome God!

"Whatever our faith says God is, He will be" Burn... This was the last line in my devotional this a.m. - that isn't even the first time that I have read that; it's so true with so many of our relationships, whatever we know of ourselves, we know of other people. If we are slanderous, then others will be slanderous; if we are short-tempered, others will be short-tempered; if we are graceless, then others will be graceless; if we are unforgiving, then others will unforgiving. They are the eyes with which we view life, because that is what we have experienced. God is like no one else we have known, He doesn't fit the cookie cutter that we have for the remainder of the population. And oh how good that news is! Cause seriously, I can't have my God as weak as I am, as unforgiving as I am, as manipulative as I am, as selfish as I am, as weak as I am; I wouldn't like Him.

Maybe I will have learned my lesson - He split the seas, brought the dead back to life; when I'm feeling crappy, He will ride it through with me, that's what His track record tells me.

My Heavenly Accent and it's Authentic Emotions

So, I was on the phone today, ordering bible studies and the wee lady on the phone was a bit mean, quite impatient with me. You see, she came from the south, and not that I dislike Southerners, I know some that are actually quite bright! She was just so angry that she couldn't understand me, she actually said,

"Your accent is quite beautiful, but being that I can't understand you, it's useless!"

WELL! Well, I've had that thought myself; how humble of me! (Seriously, you hear something often enough, you begin to believe it; why'd you think your Sunday School teachers told you that Jesus loves you so much? They hope that one day you'll believe it.) I've often been told,

"I have no idea what you are saying, but I love to hear you speak." (All my close friends at this point are yelling, "Don't encourage her!")

How nice; until I'm yelling "FIRE, FIRE!" You'll be burnt; my accent won't be quite as cute then; you'll be pretty mad at me, then you will realise how completely useless it is.

I was watching John Lynch, from Leadership Catalyst the other day, he was talking about grrrace. He said it just like that. Grrrace. He said that you have to say grrrace in a Scottish or Irish accent, because only those accents make it sound as beautiful as the act itself, an onomatopoetic accent.

Imagine if we could make our emotions, thoughts and ideas resemble the words we use? That would be quite annoying for me, I don't feel as rigidly as I speak. So maybe switch it, maybe we make the sounds of the feelings we feel? Scrap the English language altogether? We just speak in emotions and meanings. How many people would be totally mad at you? How many people would be awakened to the realization that you don't really have the time of day for them, that you just want to squeeze the zit on the end of their nose and be done with them? But then, people would have truth, truth, like the pus in a zit, needs to come out.

On the plus side, we'd all be like Will Ferrell in Elf! I love the scene where he's all excited about Santa coming; he's like a wee boy when he needs the bathroom, jumping up and down. There is no doubt in Santa's mind that Buddy loves him, everyone Buddy loves, know it from the way he acts around them. Buddy lives an onomatopoetic life; allegedly, so do the Celts.

Do you?

Prayer Rooms

So, it has been a long time since I whiled away the hours on the old blogger. So, after the prompting of a certain Long Islander, I have made my bottom sit on a chair long enough to knock this out of me.

Over the Christmas vacation, I got on a big plane and flew home. (I had stop over in Chicago - can I tell you how beautiful Chicago is as you fly over it at night? One million postcards could not capture this; my wee olympus certainly couldn't, shame.) I had a really precious time with my parents, sister and brothers; time flies so fast.

The day that I arrived home, my mammy took me to the Trafford Centre - Manchester, England - we had our lunch from Marks & Spencers; I love Mark's sandwiches, so tasty! You do get what you pay for! So, after a lovely luncheon of Pork Pies (seriously, a country that ingests as much bacon as we do over here really should discover the delights of pork pies - so unhealthy - divine!) crisps, and Mark's sandwiches, we wondered around a wee bit. To my surprise ;o and shock :o I saw at the end of one of the floors a prayer room! Dun dun dah! A prayer room? In a shopping centre? This I had to see! (And my wee olympus did catch this, as you may have gathered.)

After talking with my mammy, we decided that there was a prayer room for the high islamic population who pray five times a day. They would not be able to work at the shopping centre without somewhere to go and pray. The room, to me, was quite clearly e. At first I was a wee bit annoyed, not because the Muslam community had a prayer room, not because we had to share, but, why, before, had it never been enough to make a prayer room when we were just a Christian country?

And then I thought maybe we didn't ask ... Crazy the things that manage to get you all rilled up!