BUSTED

... if Dooced is getting fired for blogging about your job...what is the equivalent for getting called into the Bishop's office, on your wedding anniversary, for tweeting 140 characters?

Maybe I should give a prize out to someone who comes up with the best label.

Ready.Set.Go.

Is your mind reeling. Perhaps baffled? Mine is. Mostly it's also flummoxed. I like that word... it's fun to say.

Apparently some (I am told it is more than one) people in my ward are offended by my tweets and have ANONYMOUSLY told the Bishop - who asked me to ...in the future, censor myself and instead go speak to him when I'm frustrated.

Does anyone else think our busy Bishop has better things to do?

and Dang... if I really did that... they'd have to dedicate a Bishop just for me. I am female. I have hormones... just ask my hubby.

So here I am... unable to face my accusers... or offendees because it's "confidential".


Well... I've got a tagline for 2011... check it.




ps.

Dude... seriously, if you do not like me or what I say/tweet & have the courage to talk behind my back, in presumably a group setting as there were "more than one", but not to me ...here's a tip. How about you just stop cyber-stalking me? Just a helpful thought. Merci!

And lo, the heavens opened

And the angels raised their voices and sang, quietly at first,

Then, more melodious as the rise of their voices rose against the wind.

The Shepherds stilled their flocks and strained to hear the glorious sound.

The Wise Men traveling from afar caught a joyous whisper.

Soon, the whole of the earth wept in ecstasy as they heard the angels sing in one boisterous, thunderous chorus....

YES WE CAN

And lo, Barack Obama was born in a manger.