Just for fun, here are five weird facts:
1. I have a sick obsession with drinking from large styrofoam cups.
2. I frequently go to Bed Bath & Beyond just to sit in the massage chair – usually for at least 15 minutes at a time.
3. There is a small rug by my bed so I can wipe my feet before I get in.
4. Unopened emails in the deleted items folder are unacceptable.
5. When I’m low on laundry my socks seldom match my outfit or each other.
What are yours?
Disclaimer: The contents of this blog post are disgusting. Light stomached readers — stop now.
Meet Toast, my sister’s dog. She got to live with me for the month of January. 
Saturday was the grand reunion and Toast got to go home. I think she was beginning to sink into mild depression so it was a good thing.
I met my sister at a gas station off exit 160 in GA. As soon as Shelly drove up Toast had a freak out. She was so excited that she had the helicopter tail wag — you know — the one that violently goes around in circles. It was hilarious, until…
I learned in that moment that when dogs get really excited and/or scared they can secrete some nasty funk out of their rear ends. It smelled something like dead skunk with a touch of rotting refrigerator. Yes, Toast did that….all over the backseat of my car. It was freaking disgusting. Luckily, I had some febreze on hand for the ride home.
Suffice it to say that my car has smelled like nasty funk ever since – that was Saturday, this is Tuesday. I’ve been extremely busy over the last few days and haven’t had time to deep clean the seat. AND, we’ve experienced some unseasonably warm weather recently which seems to magnify the nasty funk. Praise the Lord for febreze. I spray it in excess every time I get in my car. I have to, or the stench will kill me. I’m convinced.
It was just yesterday that I was febrezing again when the Lord hit me with this:
“Hey, Syd…what other areas of your life are you to busy to clean up? Using febreze anywhere else? At home? What about at work? Got anything else that you’re waiting to do tomorrow?”
Yikes.
That moment was one of God’s velvet bricks to me – minus the velvet.
The febreze theory applies to any area of life. Relationships. Work. Ministry. Leadership. Parenting. Fitness. Jesus.
God smells the stench and he knows what’s really there. So…what are you febrezing? Is it time to clean up some nasty funk?
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So…the first phone call of the morning started like this…
Me: Thanks for calling NewSpring, this is Sydney, how may I help you?
Lady: Hi, I’m one of the blood sucking leeches Perry was talking about.
[awkward pause]
Me: Um…ok.
Lady: I’m not doing anything and I just need to do something. So, what is the commitment for volunteering?
At least one person was listening this weekend and decided to do something about it!! YESSSSssssss!!
