I had a dream the other night. An evalution of a dream. I dreamed about being in a car. When I first had this dream I would dream that I was in the backseat of a moving car and there is no one driving. Later dreams have me diving to the front seat struggling to get in the drivers seat. The other night I dreamed I was driving from the front passenger's seat. I was calm when I realised that maybe the way I was driving wasn't safe. I calmly slid into the drivers seat and put on my seatbealt.
I understand that dreams like these usually represent a person's view of their life. Or somthing like that. I wouldn't have said that my life was outside of my control in my earlier days. I would have said that I was a leaf on the wind going where the wind blew, a strick in a stream going where the current took me...I guess my subconscience was saying something else.
I wouldn't say that I am calm about my life at the moment or that it is moving is a particular positive direction...jobwise. My subconscience is so damn positive and I am trying to hold on to that because when I am awake I look around at so many things unraveling around me I find it hard not to panic.
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So I am finally driving. I have to think this is a good thing.
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Personally, my life is moving forward in a positive way...but I tell you, this wedding stuff is insane. Our first venue fell through so my mom and I went to check out the second venue. The Oklahoma Aquarium. I'd be getting married in front of the shark viewing tank. I'm quite excited about this. David hasn't seen it but I am hoping he will be just as excited. We put down our deposit. Its cheaper than our first venue but I am still freaking out about everything.
You know, I'm not that kind of person who has been planning my wedding since I was 5. My aunt had to force me to buy wedding barbie when I was a child. I wanted horses. I've not dreamed about this day so I am getting stressed about the amount of freaking details and money that goes into one freaking day...but I am highly amused about getting married in front of sharks.
Tuesday, October 12, 2010
Friday, October 2, 2009
The Space Between
I am in Alabama. Gallant Alabama and I have just lost my shark. I have only been here since Sunday. 5 Days but I have no cell phone signal, I have been forced to climb a mountain and all the wonderful funny people have left. I am in Training to be a Church & Community Worker, which I have been for over a year. i'm learning all the things that i have done wrong and I hate being wrong. But I'm only a little bitter about that.
We had about two days of training and then the CCW Bi...they have a conference every two years. Biennial Meeting began. I like CCWers. I have to apologise profusely because I didn't want to come and I gave my mom an unflattering view of these folks. I'm sorry. Really. I had forgotten how amazing CCWs are. It was a reason I wanted to be a CWW in the first place. Because of the sense of community. I mean, they get intense about stuff that I couldn't care less about but whatever. They are funny. I was howling at the retirement reception cause the stories were so great. I was almost creeped out by the puppet story but I think if I had seen it would have been ok...maybe.
But everyone left this morning. About 11 of us are left until Tuesday. 11 of us left to finish training.
So...I freak out a lot. Its just my nature I think. All that repression. It just explodes. I freaked out, mainly due to not being able to get cell phone reception or to watch TV, I have been left alone with my thoughts which is never really a good idea.
I get commissioned as a CCW on Oct 13. I am not all that sure that I am able to make a committment right now. I feel the same way about my ordination which is suppose to happen June 2010. And it comes back to the problem of knowing what I want.
Understand that I know what I want. I know what I want. It just isn't working out that way. I truly believe that things happen for a reason but I don't have to like it. And I don't.
Oddly my reservations are actually some of my relationship issues and reservations. I don't have commitment issues. I take committments very seriously but I am worried that I can't keep a committment to either. I feel a little wishy-washy about both and I'd rather not be a flake about it all. Honestly, the job is hell and the Church & Community program made me out to be the poster child and for the first time it wasn't due to the color of my skin but due to things still beyond my control and nothing to do with me. I don't like the admiring looks when I get so close to just quiting.
My job is hell. I love the kids at Clinton but the conditions that I work in are absolute hell. I keep telling myself that it won't always be this way but I have been saying that for a year. Its drepressingly lonely. Maybe that's not hell for other people but it is for me. I am making strides, yes, but I am so alone.
The upcomming commissioning and ordination, it all makes me feel slightly trapped. OK, a lot trapped. My least favorite feeling in the world. So I was freaking out when we got a morning off for spiritual renewal.
I spent my spiritual renewal time in K-mart and two Halloween stores (I followed everyone else) so I wasn't anticipating renewal but later when I finally decided to read our continueing Ed class material, renewal came anyway.
"To respond to God's call to serve is to spend your life in deep water. It is risky business. You perhaps won't be well liked, and you will always be misunderstood, except by those few folks who choose to follow Jesus and live in the deep water with you. You will never gain any of the world's riches, and will always be troubled by the notion that you're not really doing any good. Deep water is where we tend to find the missio Dei, God's Mission. And yet, it is in the deep water that God is most readily found and that we can be most useful for the kingdom. To look for the Lord's call in your life, listen for that awesome Word of humility and power, and saying yes to God, be sent forth on a journey of faith that will give you the only real reason for living." -Faithful Witness. United Methodist Theology of Mission - John Nuessle
Sometimes its enough just to have someone else admit that this God stuff sucks even when you do everything right-ish but its going to be ok. Its enough for me to get through another couple more weeks. Its enough. Plus, I just found my shark.
We had about two days of training and then the CCW Bi...they have a conference every two years. Biennial Meeting began. I like CCWers. I have to apologise profusely because I didn't want to come and I gave my mom an unflattering view of these folks. I'm sorry. Really. I had forgotten how amazing CCWs are. It was a reason I wanted to be a CWW in the first place. Because of the sense of community. I mean, they get intense about stuff that I couldn't care less about but whatever. They are funny. I was howling at the retirement reception cause the stories were so great. I was almost creeped out by the puppet story but I think if I had seen it would have been ok...maybe.
But everyone left this morning. About 11 of us are left until Tuesday. 11 of us left to finish training.
So...I freak out a lot. Its just my nature I think. All that repression. It just explodes. I freaked out, mainly due to not being able to get cell phone reception or to watch TV, I have been left alone with my thoughts which is never really a good idea.
I get commissioned as a CCW on Oct 13. I am not all that sure that I am able to make a committment right now. I feel the same way about my ordination which is suppose to happen June 2010. And it comes back to the problem of knowing what I want.
Understand that I know what I want. I know what I want. It just isn't working out that way. I truly believe that things happen for a reason but I don't have to like it. And I don't.
Oddly my reservations are actually some of my relationship issues and reservations. I don't have commitment issues. I take committments very seriously but I am worried that I can't keep a committment to either. I feel a little wishy-washy about both and I'd rather not be a flake about it all. Honestly, the job is hell and the Church & Community program made me out to be the poster child and for the first time it wasn't due to the color of my skin but due to things still beyond my control and nothing to do with me. I don't like the admiring looks when I get so close to just quiting.
My job is hell. I love the kids at Clinton but the conditions that I work in are absolute hell. I keep telling myself that it won't always be this way but I have been saying that for a year. Its drepressingly lonely. Maybe that's not hell for other people but it is for me. I am making strides, yes, but I am so alone.
The upcomming commissioning and ordination, it all makes me feel slightly trapped. OK, a lot trapped. My least favorite feeling in the world. So I was freaking out when we got a morning off for spiritual renewal.
I spent my spiritual renewal time in K-mart and two Halloween stores (I followed everyone else) so I wasn't anticipating renewal but later when I finally decided to read our continueing Ed class material, renewal came anyway.
"To respond to God's call to serve is to spend your life in deep water. It is risky business. You perhaps won't be well liked, and you will always be misunderstood, except by those few folks who choose to follow Jesus and live in the deep water with you. You will never gain any of the world's riches, and will always be troubled by the notion that you're not really doing any good. Deep water is where we tend to find the missio Dei, God's Mission. And yet, it is in the deep water that God is most readily found and that we can be most useful for the kingdom. To look for the Lord's call in your life, listen for that awesome Word of humility and power, and saying yes to God, be sent forth on a journey of faith that will give you the only real reason for living." -Faithful Witness. United Methodist Theology of Mission - John Nuessle
Sometimes its enough just to have someone else admit that this God stuff sucks even when you do everything right-ish but its going to be ok. Its enough for me to get through another couple more weeks. Its enough. Plus, I just found my shark.
Sunday, September 13, 2009
September
Wow, its September. I am such a bad blogger. Well.
So ok, I am not territorial about my church. I'm not. One of my colleagues thinks this lack is a detriment. I like to think I am ecumenical. I mean I wouldn't just let any joker off the street, come in and have at my kids,in a preaching sense. I'm actually a little overprotective of my kids. But I would let that Baptist preacher I met a few months back come and have a revival if he wanted. But I have heard him preach, spoke with him about his philosophies and I know that he has changed his church around to accomodate and care for the kids in Elk City.
My kids are different demoninations anyway. But the kids told me that The Mormon church has been visiting them in their homes and they have been going to the Mormon church on Sundays and its kinda got me a little unnerved. Ok, its got me territorial and I have been trying to figure out why. Aside from the fact that I don't know anyone in this Mormon church.
I let my kids ask me questions about whatever they want to, which has led to some interesting discussion about Hell, Baptism, Communion and now Mormons. I don't know too much about Mormons other than some of Joseph Smith's history. (He used to be Methodist...Jim Jones used to be too, but that is for another time...) I let them tell me what the elders have told them. They are impressed that Mormons seem to revere Native people. Personally I think if they were so impressed with Native people then why is there only white folks in leadership positions? Right. But I like to encourage open minds and tolerance with other religions so I just enourage them to do just that. But I do worry.
Part of my uneasiness of the Mormons is from my growing awarness of the lack of programs in other denominations and even the UMC has specifically for Native Americans. Originally I was all for ecumenical leadership in the Clinton Church. I reasoned that if my conference were to one day run out of money to have someone there, then something needed to be in place so the kids wouldn't be left hanging. And if the Indian Baptist church could do what we could not then so be it. And my bosses approved of my idea.
But I am also the chair of OIMC's Campus Ministry Board and I realised that OIMC is the only one interested and trying to provide ministry specifically for Native college students. The one at Oklahoma City University attracts Native student of all denominations and some who are not in church. They come because it is a place where they can come together and be indian. The United Methodist church provides scholarships for Native Students and I have no idea what the other denominations have for Native students. I am the one who sends out opportunities for native college students on our Facebook Campus ministry page from the United Methdist church, like Student Forum. And in thinking of the future of my kids, the United Methodist Church might be the better place.
Will the Morman church provide such support for the kids as the get older? I don't think the Baptist do...
So, United Methodist it is...but, see this is why many indian people go back and forth between denominations. The United Methodist church has OIMC which is specifically for Native folks in Oklahoma, Kansas and Dallas, TX but we have no money (literally), and not enough people. So locally they go to the churches that have enough people and money that care care for them in ways OIMC can't. I can't fault them for that because I still want to use that Baptist church in Elk City to provide more people to help care for my kids but its kind of a sad messed up way to exist.
So ok, I am not territorial about my church. I'm not. One of my colleagues thinks this lack is a detriment. I like to think I am ecumenical. I mean I wouldn't just let any joker off the street, come in and have at my kids,in a preaching sense. I'm actually a little overprotective of my kids. But I would let that Baptist preacher I met a few months back come and have a revival if he wanted. But I have heard him preach, spoke with him about his philosophies and I know that he has changed his church around to accomodate and care for the kids in Elk City.
My kids are different demoninations anyway. But the kids told me that The Mormon church has been visiting them in their homes and they have been going to the Mormon church on Sundays and its kinda got me a little unnerved. Ok, its got me territorial and I have been trying to figure out why. Aside from the fact that I don't know anyone in this Mormon church.
I let my kids ask me questions about whatever they want to, which has led to some interesting discussion about Hell, Baptism, Communion and now Mormons. I don't know too much about Mormons other than some of Joseph Smith's history. (He used to be Methodist...Jim Jones used to be too, but that is for another time...) I let them tell me what the elders have told them. They are impressed that Mormons seem to revere Native people. Personally I think if they were so impressed with Native people then why is there only white folks in leadership positions? Right. But I like to encourage open minds and tolerance with other religions so I just enourage them to do just that. But I do worry.
Part of my uneasiness of the Mormons is from my growing awarness of the lack of programs in other denominations and even the UMC has specifically for Native Americans. Originally I was all for ecumenical leadership in the Clinton Church. I reasoned that if my conference were to one day run out of money to have someone there, then something needed to be in place so the kids wouldn't be left hanging. And if the Indian Baptist church could do what we could not then so be it. And my bosses approved of my idea.
But I am also the chair of OIMC's Campus Ministry Board and I realised that OIMC is the only one interested and trying to provide ministry specifically for Native college students. The one at Oklahoma City University attracts Native student of all denominations and some who are not in church. They come because it is a place where they can come together and be indian. The United Methodist church provides scholarships for Native Students and I have no idea what the other denominations have for Native students. I am the one who sends out opportunities for native college students on our Facebook Campus ministry page from the United Methdist church, like Student Forum. And in thinking of the future of my kids, the United Methodist Church might be the better place.
Will the Morman church provide such support for the kids as the get older? I don't think the Baptist do...
So, United Methodist it is...but, see this is why many indian people go back and forth between denominations. The United Methodist church has OIMC which is specifically for Native folks in Oklahoma, Kansas and Dallas, TX but we have no money (literally), and not enough people. So locally they go to the churches that have enough people and money that care care for them in ways OIMC can't. I can't fault them for that because I still want to use that Baptist church in Elk City to provide more people to help care for my kids but its kind of a sad messed up way to exist.
Friday, June 19, 2009
Side trip
I drove to Mississippi to deliver a table. This table is made out of trees destroyed by Hurricane Katrina. We borrowed it for annual conference. I left Monday with my mom in our New chuch van
Originally I had intended to drive there in one day (11.5 hours) and drive back Tuesday. Ambitious, yes, but totally doable. But, we had a tire blow out in Dallas so we came we didn't make it to MS til Tuesday morning.
And as a treat we drove to Ikea in Frisco, outside of Dallas, TX on the way back.
This my third trip to Louisiana. Waveland is just outside of LA on the MS side so really, I was in Louisiana most of the time. I am going back to LA next week too.
New Orleans. What fun.
Sunday, May 31, 2009
May
These postings are getting so spaced out, I figured I'd just label them by month. That and I am just too tired to think of names...or...the song I picked out to title this month's musing turned out to be more than I wanted to share...
So, 34 is not anywhere near an end. Not even a battered and scarred 34 like mine. I am not disappointed by this truth. I'm not. Just a little tired. I spoke at a thing a couple of months ago and this guy came up to me afterwards and says "God has great things planned for you, this is just the beginning."
I guess he thought he was encouraging me but I was kinda dismayed. The guy saw it on my face and looked confused. It didn't help when I then said, "I hope not. I was kinda hoping I was near the end. Ya know, closer to retirement."
I haven't been talking to God lately cause I am worried that the guy may be right. Great things is really another word for great responsibility. I am not opposed to responsibility. I take my responsibilities seriously. It seems so few people do.
I know, I sound so judgemental. Maybe I am.
I went to Student Forum this year. A friend of mine is on the steering committee and as much as I like him I almost dread seeing him because I know he is going to spring something on me that will force me to step outside of my comfort zone. And its not like I don't already do this to myself. He just forces me to take larger and faster steps.
I went pretending this wouldn't happen. But we got there and he hugs us and then he says "I need you to do something. The local native people cancelled on us and I need you to give the native welcome to the area tonight at 7:00"
Now, if you know me, you understand I don't do anything cultural that feels like "a pony show" or entertainment for people. And this was looking like a damn circus act. Unfortunately, I couldn't say no outright, my dad's side of the family was of the Choctaws in Louisiana. I still have family near Alexandria (I've never meet them). It was legit for me to give the welcome. Which brought the second problem.
I didn't want to welcome them there. I practiced saying the words "welcome" but then I wanted to add, "we rescind our invitation, please leave." Which was not going to be helpful. Neither was Marcus who said "just say something pastoral"
So, I am barely able to completely wrap my head about my emerging feelings about the church and forgiving and he was pushing me to take yet another step and be ok with it in the space of 4 hours.
I could feel the pressure of responsibility weighing down on me, threatening to crush me. But I couldn't say no because I know that some at student forum question why they even had to do this, ask local native people to take part and I know how hard Marcus worked to get it and keep it included. Now that he is no longer a part of the steering committee, I am reluctant to hope this practice will continue.
So, I gave the welcome. I talked about my kids at Clinton.(they make the best sermons) I talked about Thanksgiving and bitterness and about choosing the good way to live (That's what you get when you ask a pastor to give a welcome--you get a sermon)
I told them all that to help them understand why it is important to continue to do this seemingly insignificant practice. That this small act is really huge because native people have come to expect nothing but bitterness, especially from the larger church. It was my leap of faith because I am reluctant to hope. I am reluctant to have hope in human decency, compassion and love in the larger church but I do not hesitate to place hope in a God that is able to change things in spite of human limitations.
So, I took an even further leap of faith, for Marcus, for my kids in Clinton, and for all of us that are reluctant to hope in the church and I ended with this.
"Despite what happened in the past, despite what will happen in the future, we still choose the good way to live. We welcome you to the land of our ancestors."
Great responsibility in two sentences. I don't regret it. But so few of us seem to be shouldering responsibily for so many, it just gets tiring sometimes. That sounds like a jack-ass thing to say but I'm tired. Maybe I should talk to God about a vacation.
So, 34 is not anywhere near an end. Not even a battered and scarred 34 like mine. I am not disappointed by this truth. I'm not. Just a little tired. I spoke at a thing a couple of months ago and this guy came up to me afterwards and says "God has great things planned for you, this is just the beginning."
I guess he thought he was encouraging me but I was kinda dismayed. The guy saw it on my face and looked confused. It didn't help when I then said, "I hope not. I was kinda hoping I was near the end. Ya know, closer to retirement."
I haven't been talking to God lately cause I am worried that the guy may be right. Great things is really another word for great responsibility. I am not opposed to responsibility. I take my responsibilities seriously. It seems so few people do.
I know, I sound so judgemental. Maybe I am.
I went to Student Forum this year. A friend of mine is on the steering committee and as much as I like him I almost dread seeing him because I know he is going to spring something on me that will force me to step outside of my comfort zone. And its not like I don't already do this to myself. He just forces me to take larger and faster steps.
I went pretending this wouldn't happen. But we got there and he hugs us and then he says "I need you to do something. The local native people cancelled on us and I need you to give the native welcome to the area tonight at 7:00"
Now, if you know me, you understand I don't do anything cultural that feels like "a pony show" or entertainment for people. And this was looking like a damn circus act. Unfortunately, I couldn't say no outright, my dad's side of the family was of the Choctaws in Louisiana. I still have family near Alexandria (I've never meet them). It was legit for me to give the welcome. Which brought the second problem.
I didn't want to welcome them there. I practiced saying the words "welcome" but then I wanted to add, "we rescind our invitation, please leave." Which was not going to be helpful. Neither was Marcus who said "just say something pastoral"
So, I am barely able to completely wrap my head about my emerging feelings about the church and forgiving and he was pushing me to take yet another step and be ok with it in the space of 4 hours.
I could feel the pressure of responsibility weighing down on me, threatening to crush me. But I couldn't say no because I know that some at student forum question why they even had to do this, ask local native people to take part and I know how hard Marcus worked to get it and keep it included. Now that he is no longer a part of the steering committee, I am reluctant to hope this practice will continue.
So, I gave the welcome. I talked about my kids at Clinton.(they make the best sermons) I talked about Thanksgiving and bitterness and about choosing the good way to live (That's what you get when you ask a pastor to give a welcome--you get a sermon)
I told them all that to help them understand why it is important to continue to do this seemingly insignificant practice. That this small act is really huge because native people have come to expect nothing but bitterness, especially from the larger church. It was my leap of faith because I am reluctant to hope. I am reluctant to have hope in human decency, compassion and love in the larger church but I do not hesitate to place hope in a God that is able to change things in spite of human limitations.
So, I took an even further leap of faith, for Marcus, for my kids in Clinton, and for all of us that are reluctant to hope in the church and I ended with this.
"Despite what happened in the past, despite what will happen in the future, we still choose the good way to live. We welcome you to the land of our ancestors."
Great responsibility in two sentences. I don't regret it. But so few of us seem to be shouldering responsibily for so many, it just gets tiring sometimes. That sounds like a jack-ass thing to say but I'm tired. Maybe I should talk to God about a vacation.
Monday, April 20, 2009
Armadillos and church
I went to church Sunday. Not mine, I mean, I went to mine later that day but Sunday Morning, I went to church. I haven't been going on the pretense that No matter where I went to church here in Western Oklahoma, it was going to be painful with sermons full of intolerant views of the Bible and God. But my boss (my mom) has been asking about it. I thought it was my mom asking so I was ignoring her but I realised last week it was really my boss asking and I could feel her making notes to ask me at my next Board of Ordained Ministry interview. I will be eligible to be ordained next year, if I pass my interview.
And I have been a little depressed about the church thing. I miss going to good church. Actually I have been depressed about being in Western Oklahoma and about being essentially alone doing this job. I miss teamwork.
I went to a Indian Baptist church in Elk City. The president of the JOM parent program goes there and she told me they sing Cheyenne hymns. I have to teach my kids so Cheyenne before June so I went to go check them out. I was pleasantly astonished at what I found.
First it was a tiny tiny church. There were more kids (about 20) ranging from a newborn to teenagers than adults(about 10). They started church with breakfast for the kids. The Pastor told me a story similar to the story at Clinton. There are always more kids than adults and the kids are hungry. So they feed the kids and include the kids in everything they do. Cooking, cleaning, church service.
It was quite nice to hear him talk about his church's ideas on kids seeing how most people ask me how I am using the kids at Clinton to get adults in church. Despite me telling them that the programs for kids is my primary concern - job- reason for being there.
The church service didn't start until noon. I hadn't planned to be there that long so I left at noon but before I left, the pastor had his congregation pray for me.
He had everyone surround me and put their hands on me. I typically hate this kind of thing, holding hands or being touched by random strangers, but the folks there were so friendly and open that it wasn't freaky. Even the little kids came and prayed for me.
The prayer was led by one of the elder women in the church and it all felt good. I'll go back so I can learn those Cheyenne song and because they were really nice people. But this week I have to mow the church lawn, get rid of an armadillo under the parsonage and mow the grass there, Cut done a 45 minute talk about me and the community center to 5 minutes for GBGM's Board of Directors in Stamford, CT on April 28, plan a sermon for a church in Pryor on April 26 and a sermon + displays for a church in Denton, TX on May 3, along with other stuff. How the heck do you get rid of an armadillo?
And I have been a little depressed about the church thing. I miss going to good church. Actually I have been depressed about being in Western Oklahoma and about being essentially alone doing this job. I miss teamwork.
I went to a Indian Baptist church in Elk City. The president of the JOM parent program goes there and she told me they sing Cheyenne hymns. I have to teach my kids so Cheyenne before June so I went to go check them out. I was pleasantly astonished at what I found.
First it was a tiny tiny church. There were more kids (about 20) ranging from a newborn to teenagers than adults(about 10). They started church with breakfast for the kids. The Pastor told me a story similar to the story at Clinton. There are always more kids than adults and the kids are hungry. So they feed the kids and include the kids in everything they do. Cooking, cleaning, church service.
It was quite nice to hear him talk about his church's ideas on kids seeing how most people ask me how I am using the kids at Clinton to get adults in church. Despite me telling them that the programs for kids is my primary concern - job- reason for being there.
The church service didn't start until noon. I hadn't planned to be there that long so I left at noon but before I left, the pastor had his congregation pray for me.
He had everyone surround me and put their hands on me. I typically hate this kind of thing, holding hands or being touched by random strangers, but the folks there were so friendly and open that it wasn't freaky. Even the little kids came and prayed for me.
The prayer was led by one of the elder women in the church and it all felt good. I'll go back so I can learn those Cheyenne song and because they were really nice people. But this week I have to mow the church lawn, get rid of an armadillo under the parsonage and mow the grass there, Cut done a 45 minute talk about me and the community center to 5 minutes for GBGM's Board of Directors in Stamford, CT on April 28, plan a sermon for a church in Pryor on April 26 and a sermon + displays for a church in Denton, TX on May 3, along with other stuff. How the heck do you get rid of an armadillo?
Sunday, February 8, 2009
I Can't Dance
I like asking my kids what the first book in the Bible is just so I can say the clue is "its the name of an 80s soft rock band". I think the looks they get on their faces is hilarious. Of course I have asked them the question so much that they know the answer...
I took 8 kids to Oklahoma City to watch Oklahoma City Thunder Vs Portland Blazers. 8 kids (4 girls and 4 boys) and 5 adults. It was such a production. My mom and I drove our cars, 4 kids per car. I felt sorry for her and gave her the girls but that turned out to be a bad idea because one of the girls ate too many Skittles and barfed in the car.
We feed them pizza then my mom left for a meeting and I split up the kids between 4 adults. 2 kids per adult. And it worked for the most part. When we got to the game, the kids used most of their spending money on candy, caramel apples, cotton candy, snowcones and gummy worms. On top of all that pizza. We had two more kids barfing in the rest room. New rule. No candy when we go on trips. No buying candy either.
So the kids had all that suger and they were literally bouncing in their seats. Luckily there weren't alot of people around us so we didn't bother anyone. But by the 3rd quarter of the game my volunteer adults looked so worn out. My kids were dancing everytime music came on. I encourage it because I thought it would wear them out and they would sleep on the way home.
The girls went to sleep but my car was awake the whole time. The boys told ghost stories and scared themselves. I had to walk one boy from the car to his front door and the car was like four feet from the door. The stories weren't even all that scary.
They had fun. They had been so excited and talk about little else all week. We even had matching shirts. I spent the night before doing iron transfer stuff. I kinda thought it would be easy but it involves a table, a pillow case and heavy pushing down with the iron. I have blisters on both hands. :)
This picture was taken at the end of night. We went to a OKC church to pick up my mom so she could help drive the kids back. They weren't even tired!
I took 8 kids to Oklahoma City to watch Oklahoma City Thunder Vs Portland Blazers. 8 kids (4 girls and 4 boys) and 5 adults. It was such a production. My mom and I drove our cars, 4 kids per car. I felt sorry for her and gave her the girls but that turned out to be a bad idea because one of the girls ate too many Skittles and barfed in the car.
We feed them pizza then my mom left for a meeting and I split up the kids between 4 adults. 2 kids per adult. And it worked for the most part. When we got to the game, the kids used most of their spending money on candy, caramel apples, cotton candy, snowcones and gummy worms. On top of all that pizza. We had two more kids barfing in the rest room. New rule. No candy when we go on trips. No buying candy either.
So the kids had all that suger and they were literally bouncing in their seats. Luckily there weren't alot of people around us so we didn't bother anyone. But by the 3rd quarter of the game my volunteer adults looked so worn out. My kids were dancing everytime music came on. I encourage it because I thought it would wear them out and they would sleep on the way home.
The girls went to sleep but my car was awake the whole time. The boys told ghost stories and scared themselves. I had to walk one boy from the car to his front door and the car was like four feet from the door. The stories weren't even all that scary.
They had fun. They had been so excited and talk about little else all week. We even had matching shirts. I spent the night before doing iron transfer stuff. I kinda thought it would be easy but it involves a table, a pillow case and heavy pushing down with the iron. I have blisters on both hands. :)
This picture was taken at the end of night. We went to a OKC church to pick up my mom so she could help drive the kids back. They weren't even tired!
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