In Which Groovy is Called "Sexy" and "Sultry"...By Her Husband, No Less!!!

O... You people crack me up. You also give me WAAAAY more credit than I am due. I actually had no idea whatsoever that I had posted anything until I started getting comments. My theory is that that I was getting ready to write this post and I accidentally leaned on the keyboard.

Or maybe not.

Heh-heh-heh!

Now onto the real post!

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It was the very last day of VBS and we all, workers and children alike, were pumped to the brim with adrenaline. Even an hour before the program actually started, I was already speaking in my dreadful, but tremendously fun accent.

To everyone.

All the time.

Jah? Uf course, Jah!

One woman looked at me over her glasses and commented, "Well, Dr. G, I take it it's difficult for you to step out of character outside of VBS..."

Immediately I heard a couple other folks pipe up, "She even talks like that at Walmart!" "She does it in the parking lot of the grocery store." "I heard her at the park with her kids."

I blushed slightly and admitted, "Jah, Dr. G is even talking in berry bad accent to husband at supper table! He getting berry bad headache!"

Which was true. Well, the bad accent part that is. Suddenly though, I found myself wondering if it really did bug him, because he hadn't complained or anything. He hadn't even taken any aspirin or made a run for his i-pod.

I decided to ask him: "Honey, I know I keep slipping into my horrific accent at random moments at home. Am I driving you crazy?"

"Oh no, not at all," he replied. "In fact, it's kinda like suddenly being married to a sexy, sultry Russian beauty.

Sexy?

Sultry?

Russian? (with some German/Irish/Swedish/Jewish influences?)

Beauty?

Oh yes, that was definitely me ALL WEEK LONG at VBS. See?











I am married to one sweet and precious man.

Jah? Uf course, Jah!

And he was looking pretty special during VBS too (as was my dear friend "Morphing Mary" - She got crazier and crazier looking as the week progressed)...



This is his Dang-these-songs-have-motions-and-I-don't-know-them look.


Oh well, at least the girlies were cute!

Here's Silly-Head with her "crew". She's the absolutely adorable child on the right.


And Girly-Girl!


Our Pastor? Not so cute... (But we love him anyway!)

In Vich Groovy (of de berrry bad VBS accent) hass De Oatmeal Giffavay

If you comment on dis post, Groovy vill enter you in da Giffavay for de 3 gallons uf leftober prepared oatmeal from VBS. It is good for de body. Jah? Uf course Jah!


Mmmmmmm. And it iss so tasty too!


Tomorrow's lesson in VBS is on how Jesus giffs us courage. You vill NEED courage for dis giffavay, especially since Groovy vants you to pay de postage!

Jah? Uf course jah!

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Vell, OK, you can comment vidout entering the drawing...but you must tell Groovy vhy you are not vanting all dis yummy oatmeal!

Several Very Short Observations Before Groovy Makes 125 Blindfolds

Hiho. Groovy here. Busy week with VBS involving LOTS of facial glitter, some seriously bad hair, foggy safety goggles, and a horrid fake accent that ranges from German/Russian to Jewish/Irish.

When Groovy teaches Bible she likes to keep your attention!

Today's VBS was so unpredictable that it required repeated applications of my life motto, "Semper Gumby!"

In case your Latin education was cut short by American Idol reruns, Semper Gumby means "Always Flexible".



My Bible assistants and I decided that VBS is a wonderful tool for preventing alzheimers because you have to revamp and do things totally differently for each group that rotates through. Thinking on your feet! Brain work galore! New synapses all over the place! Although I may haf a berry strange accent by da time I get olt!

To their credit, people at the Post Office and The Mart neither stared at nor laughed at me unless I made a joke (several jokes at the Mart. Is today a holiday? There were queues to get into the lines for even the self-checkout there!) I guess the hair and glitter just fit my groovy persona!

Saw 2 good Samaritans today (even though I'm pretty sure they weren't from Samaria): One guy saw a wayward trashcan rolling about and threatening the passing cars. He grabbed it up and anchored it, so it wouldn't cause an accident. And, in the Mart itself, a lady with many groceries - who'd already been waiting in line for a good 20 minutes (no, I'm NOT exaggerating) - let a little old man with only 2 items go ahead of her to the cashier.

Ok...the girlies want to play on the 'puter and I haffing much to do what wid all de blindfolds to make and the GALLONS of oatmeal to prepare. Groovy vishes you all a berry vonderful day! Jah? Of course, Jah!

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!

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.