Well, it’s the end of the first week of school with kids. Overall it’s been a good one. . .I didn’t leave the building until 8:00 tonight, but I got my work done, and I’m STILL going to make it to bed before 10:00. It is sad, I know. . .but I am celebrating. And, so, I give you some Lolcats the kids and I just saw.
This post is for my bro-in-law, ’cause he needs some pics and this is the fastest way to get them to him. Seriously. And you, my friends, can enjoy the Ukelele (ookuhlaylee) photos as well.
And just for fun, the Veggie Tales Ukelele Bob segment
The Monkey Song MUST be acknowledged as well. Just sayin’.
NOT EVEN KIDDING
I JUST woke up from a dream where I was at school using the restroom in the girls’ locker room when the bell rang, and where I was sitting became part of the entryway for the p.e. locker rooms–6th-8th graders were EVERYWHERE (there were even two Arnold coaches doing hall duty), and there I sat. I was somewhat taken aback that the boys kept streaming through the girls locker room restroom, but everyone was explaining that it was the way things were done since construction. Then I was at the mall with the little girls from camp. I was helping them buy and wrap presents for their mentors and all I had on was a blanket. Meanwhile they were playing some sort of game in the food court that involved a kick ball. As I was using my blanket to cover both my nudity and the presents I was attempting to wrap, a guy I went to school with (he was 3 or 4 years older than me–I couldn’t even tell you his name, but he looked like his high school self and was wearing overalls and a muscle shirt) walked up and handed me a basket full of folded laundry. It was my basket and my laundry. I had left it in the food court on a table in a pile. I hugged him and told him that had made my day. He said, “Well, I was with my friend who was reading his Bible, and we saw your laundry and he said, ‘That is what good mothers do’ So I figured this was my chance to help you be a good mother.” After that, I gathered the girls to take them to a movie. I then ended up in a church foyer, but don’t remember what happened there. The last thing I DO remember is stopping on the side of the road (after dark–and it was my old neighborhood street ATTACHED to the country road where I grew up) to have a conversation with my husband. He was driving one of our cars, and I was (still wearing my blanket) driving his 20 year old truck and hauling plants (that I’d picked up at the garden center) in the back. We finally got the cars situated so that we could talk and other vehicles could get through when a troop of people riding bicycles came cycling between us. In the midst of all of that, our conversation was interrupted and we had a small disagreement about how to park the vehicles, but got over it and were waiting to have our chat when the bicyclists came through.
And I have just spent 15 minutes I don’t have typing this up. . .but MAN would all of the brain gurus have a field day in my head.
I feel as though I have run a marathon, y’all. Seriously. Wow, what a summer. That’s about all I can say. WOW!!! Below are photos from church camp–FUN, HOT, INJURIES, SLEEP DEPRIVATION, MORE FUN, INSIDE JOKES, SWEAT, TEARS, HUGS, MORE FUN–you know, all that church camp should be.
Inside jokes. . .we had to build new ones as the old inside jokes belonged to the old camp location–we went to a different facility this year. There is NOTHING funnier than camp jokes because the lack of sleep makes anything and everything either “Awesome” or “HYSTERICAL.” For instance, when I now hear, “Tamerica” my inclination will be to reply with either something about football, women, or bacon. Just sayin’.
Thad’s hero, roll model, and snake/armadillo/lizard hunting buddy. This guy is an amazement–crazy smart (masters AND now starting pre-med classes), into all manner of things (the corps at UT, medical missions, etc.), down to earth, athletic, patient, Godly, and he has taken time with my son for the past two summers at camp. His name is Sam, and he is wonderful. ACTUALLY, in this photo they are being their altar egos, Rusty Nails and Pointy Tack–Australian ecologists who have taken a liking to Tamerica–and meat.
Thad was in the “little kids’ tribe” this year. He wasn’t too happy about it, BUT he had a blast. We give Fruit of the Spirit awards to the older campers, and they gave them in the LKT as well. Thad got the award for Patience. Although it’s not just because he HAS patience, but probably because he necessitates it in others. (see photo)
This award was chosen by the counselors. Her Daddy and I (also counselors) had nothing to with it. We nominated other kids for other awards, but this one she got on her own. We are, obviously, very, very proud.
So. That was fun, and we’ve not quite recovered, but life goes on. I have already been to two days of inservice, and Tony is at his first day right now. Momma is on the road to come take care of the kids as we are BOTH full-time on Monday with inservices. It’s a marathon, not a sprint. 🙂