Is it July Yet?

I just got back from our first VBS (vacation Bible school) planning meeting and I so psyched. I am pumped. I am excited. I am right in my glorious dramatic element.

I get to be a mad scientist for an entire week in July.



Folks, It just doesn't get any better than that.

Wait, yes it does. Because while I'm having all that wild and crazy fun, I get to teach kids about God.

Ah-HA!

The only draw back is that I have to wait 'til July. Five months. Five looooooong months.

I think the anticipation is going to kill me.

Where are my goggles and lab coat? Beakers and test tubes? I have them all ready to go. Already. And now they just have to sit there. For FIVE months.

AAAAAAaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaack!

Bird Brain

My kids crack me up. I am on staff for our church's VBS. This means we are at the church VBSing in some capacity or another from 7:45AM to around 1PM. Then we get home, I collapse and the girls immediately get busy playing - you guessed it -VBS...ALL DAY LONG!

I didn't get to poke anyone today (for poking explanations, see my comments on yesterday's post), but I did some VERY dramatic acting through 5 skits in a row with about 1 minute's respite between groups. Translation? This cowgirl is WaHooed out for today!

Once we got home and I settled at the computer, Wendy came to visit.

Who's Wendy, you may ask.

Go ahead.

Ask.

Wendy is a female goldfinch who has serious issues with one of our kitchen windows. Every couple of days she shows up and pecks the heck out of the glass and chirps her fool head off. One day her male cohort, whom the girls have not yet named, came in her stead, but usually it's just Wendy.

Here she is in all her imperial glory.

Tapping, tapping, TAPPING.

I may just have to poke her!

Poking Fun

We had our first day of VBS today and I got to poke unsuspecting souls with long pointy sticks. Heh-heh-heh-heh!

I tell ya, we Christians know how to have fun!

WaHoo!!!

Darn!

I just had to toss out a pair of my most favoritist socks because they have an irrepairable hole.

Bummer.

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That reminds me.

I also have a favorite pair of panties.

No. I will not show them to you.

Suffice it to say they are a pretty cranberry color and are made of a soothing silk/spandex sort of mix. When I am stressed or depressed or hormonal, I always dig through the drawer to find them so I can wear them. They never fail to cheer me up, at least for a little while. It's immensely tragic if I want them and they are in the hamper.

Immensely. I don't even want to think about them getting an irrepairable hole.

Sigh.

I'm weird.

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UPDATE:

Mulletman is doing fairly well, but as predicted, he is bored. He tried to volunteer to work at the VBS registration table next week, but we actually have TOO MANY volunteers. How often does that happen?! That means he'll be doing alot of dusting at home to fill in the hours that the girls and I will be gone.

Silly-Head is much better. The word is that several kids in one of the 4-H groups were barfing over the weekend. She and her friend Peanut are the only ones out of our group to succumb to the bug. We're praying that no one else gets ill because (in case you didn't figure this out yet) VBS is next week.

We're expected 200+ children to be involved. I am in charge of Bible/Drama. My two side-kicks and I are responsible for building the sets and then out acting out the required Bible stories 5 times each day. It's all coming together beautifully and I'm very psyched!

Here's some pics from our goaty weekend:

Who needs Puppy love when you can have Goaty love?




Practicing in the show ring.



Oh Look! They got to make crafts too!! My favorite was the hoola hoop class. They made hoola hoops and decorated them and then practiced all weekend. EVERYONE was hoola-hooping. Even Mulletman found his inner funk. Unfortunately, I could not master the technique. Nor did I manange to get any photos to amaze you. I DID get some hoolahooping videos, but there are other folks on them and I wouldn't want to humiliate them by posting their, um, talents on the WWW. ;-)

Oh well, here are the girls "crafting". Silly-Head made a punched aluminum Christmas ornament and Girly-Girl made a "jewelry tree".

##### NEWS FLASH! #####

Oh. my. word.

I am in shock.

Silly-Head (aka the "Cling-On") let me DROP HER OFF at a nearby Vacation Bible School. True, her sister is with her, but if you knew Silly-Head you would know that this HUGE.

She does not adapt quickly to new situations. She is VERY insecure and sticks to Mulletman and I like plastic wrap.

Did I mention this is HUGE?

I went with them last night and stayed with them the whole two hours. Girly-Girl was hooked. She wanted to go back every single night even if I made her walk 5 miles barefoot through the snow to get there. She grabbed the cd of the music and begged me to play it in the car.

She listened to and sang with the aforementioned cd 397 times today. She worked on her memory verse. She carefully selected an entire blue outfit to wear so she would be in her "team colors".

Silly-Head was also game to go back until I told her that I was not going to come.

"I'm going to be putting hours and hours (and hours) into our own church's VBS in just a very few weeks. I don't want to be a volunteer helper for this church's program, nor do I want to be your security blanket every evening. If you want to go, that's fine. If you want to stay home, that's fine. What do you want to do?"

"Stay home."

Girly-Girl didn't mind this arrangement at all. She's more independent. But Silly-Head was thinking and mulling all day.

As I fixed supper, Girly-Girl changed into her blue team outfit. Silly-Head appraoched me with her best puppy dog look, "Can you PLEEEEEEEASE come and stay with me?" (translation: She WANTS to go. Aha. Can she manipulate her soft-hearted Mommy into compliance?)

I was a rock, "No I cannot. If you want to go to VBS, then I will drop you off at the beginning and pick you up the end."

Silly-Head contemplated some more; a fun, but risky evening at VBS sans parents or staying safely home and helping Mom with the dishes?

The final straw was when Girly-Girl started gathering together nickels for the missions offering. Carrying a baggie of shiny nickels - what six year-old's resolve could stand against a draw like that?

"I wanna go too...."

Girly-Girl smiled her very best and brightest big sister smile. "Of course you want to go! I'll be there with you and Mom will pick us up later and, well, we even KNOW some people there. It'll be fun!"

And now they're both there.

Without me.

This is HUGE.

REALLY HUGE.