Weekend happenings

I started a blog the other day, but I see that the kid who got on without my permission also neglected to save what I had written. Guess I'm starting from scratch and I have no earthly idea what I was writing about.

So I'll just write about the happenings. We have many, so starting with Friday...

Laugh Olympics
This, coupled with the Renaissance Brunch, made Friday a waste--something we have WAY too many days of at PCHS. I know Karen's heart is in the right place, but when you reward them "every time they use a tissue when they sneeze", as EH so aptly put it, even the kids get tired of rewards. I had to stand between two tables during the entire ordeal (I dare not call it an "event" anymore) because no one would shut up; unfortunately that also included the parents at those tables. I was all but useless.

Then I had to listen to yet another kid who can't get a grip on reality, nor does she want to suck up and work out her own problems--something we have WAY too much of at PCHS.

Lock-in
Go from all this to a lock-in Friday night. Had 8 youth ministers and me. Dave and I were the only ones who made the distance. I felt bad for Dave. Also makes me remember that I have to talk to John because that AIN'T happening again! (Reminder: send Carver the Pain a link to this blog.) When I got home, I was so tired that I was literally sick. Had a great time, but no one is meant to stay up and run all night for/with a bunch of kids or adults--except in the case of sickness.

Got kind of ticked at a certain youth minister, too, in spite of the fact that I was so grateful to him. Since when does one word--"ass"--make a reason for getting up from a movie, especially when the movie ends up with a reformation where a person comes to know unconditional love and forgiveness? And I hope he can explain how he can do something like that but then turn around and allow the teens to kareoke "Summer Lovin'" from Grease--one of the most suggestive songs (aside from "Greased Lightnin'") from one of the most suggestive, sappy musicals of its day.

I'm in a judgmental mood this morning, I see.

Ceilings and girls
Came home to go to bed only to be awakened at about 11:00 by the sounds of my ceilings being repaired. When I heard that, I knew Sarah and Emma were around, too. Got up and watched them until about three o'clock, never suspecting that by 5:30 Sunday morning we would have Sarah again. Emma went to the hospital with what turned out to be an ear infection. We weren't sure what was wrong until well into Sunday afternoon.

The highlight of my week
After a sermon about Ruth and Boaz and the meaning of marriage (thank you, "marriage amendments"), Mike had the entire married population of the congregation renew their vows. You know, I don't remember crying much during my wedding, but I made up for it at that point yesterday. I barely made it through the vows--Brian's or mine. What a special, beautiful moment! I seldom remember sermons, but I'll never, ever forget that.

Puerto Rico
Plane tickets are bought. Had a dream last night that we were on the way, but the plane never got above the height of a mountain range. That could be a problem.