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!

Wednesday, February 4, 2009

I'm Still Standing

I am still awake at 4:42 AM. I slept but then a trip to the bathroom woke me up all the way. No fears, its my day off. And its ok to wear the pajamas all day on your day off. Right?

So I was thinking. The nature of my job leaves many of the lines in my life very blurred. The line between me and my job is almost gone. I set up another blog for my job so I am free to take down the photo of my church on this blog and have it just for me and the stories of my life...but it was kinda hard to do. I couldn't think of myself or describe myself too far from my job. I may be my job. And I am awake at 4:42 am on my day off

The line between friends and coworkers is blurred. My friends are my co-workers. By co-workers I mean other pastors in my conference. Meaning the nearest pastor to me is about an hour away. It was my idea to be exiled, though it really was a better idea to be out here in Clinton then an 1 1/2 away in OKC. But I welcomed the exile. I am so over it. What was I thinking...

The line between family and work is blurred cause the mommy is my boss. My boss, Mommy and The Other One, yeah, they enjoy the political games and political pokes and jabs but I am burned out on it.

I'm not trying to tell you something you or I don't know, just doing some nutshelling. My life has become blurry and I prefer clean cut categories.

On the other hand, I do prefer Impressionist artwork. My life is art. How does that sound? My life is a Monet. Or Van Gogh. I'm not quite thinking its "The Scream" so that's good. I think I'll just go back to bed.

Cat Scratch Fever

I've changed my mind.  I'm not a bad blogger.  I was looking at the high number of drafts I have saved but haven't published.  I...