June 5, 2009

• MMm.. I wrote this last night as I was falling asleep, corrected the spelling this morning. Apologies for the ever-more-inane rambling that this becomes...

  It's the fourth day of VBS, and counting.

  I guess I really can't complain about it—it's been an amazing week (less one day), but it has definitely let me realize just how drained I can be. I guess I'm somewhere between relieved and grateful that it's only one more day, though with a certain sadness rolled into it. I'm gonna miss all of the little squirts.

  I don't remember what I've told you about my experience, so I'll tell it all again.

  The children's pastor and his wife are the people primarily responsible for the VBS any given year. Well, I suppose that Stephanie, the wife of the two, is the real queen of the show, her busband just can't keep out of trouble so she sets him on many of the things... Though with her Mommy reflexes she's much better suited here...

  Anyway, I was taling about myself before reality interrupted. I'm a character called "Boomerang Jack," a bit of a seriously overplayed Aussie wandering about the outback. (Oh yeah, it's an Austrailian-themed VBS.) Anyway, I get up on stage twice a day, once to tell the kids what they will learn, and once to tell them what they have learned. I don't know if they've understood more than a single word I've said, since I'm talking with my best attempt at a consistent "Aussie" accent: Captain Jack Sparrow. I tell ya, it's hard not to ask little kids where the rum is when I've got an accent like that.

  So I get onstage with purple pants, an outrgeous hat, and a boomerang stuck in my back pocket, announce who I am to the tune of "Tie Me Kangaroo Down" and introduce a bible lesson. That's pretty much it.

  • 12:23 pm
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