Samoas
Am I the only American who didn't eat Girl Scout cookies this year? I mean a single, solitary, wonderfully yummy Samoa? Thin Mint? Tagalong? I shouldn't even be typing those words or my body will go ahead and gain 4 or 5 inches along my waist. I was thinking that I'd survived GS Cookie Season. Nobody knocked on our door, and I only saw a couple groups of the green cookie girls outside of WalMart, but I just pretended to be incredibly interested in my pocket lint so that I didn't even look at their wares. And then DH went and brought home Samoa ice cream last night, which I still haven't forgiven him for. Just when I thought I might be in the clear...so, here I am, admitting that I took 4 bites of Samoa ice cream. They're my favorite. And I didn't really eat the ice cream, I just pushed it all around to find the chunks of Samoas. C'mon, throw me a bone here! I haven't had real ice cream since....well, since last Saturday. But that was the first time in 2 months, and I actually LOST weight after I ate it, so I'm done punishing myself for it. It's a dang good thing that I don't have a box of Samoas here right now or they'd be so gone.
My brother just started pastoring a church. Today was his 2nd Sunday at the church, so to be supportive, we went. There's not any official Sunday school for the kids, so the older 2 went in w/ an older woman and a few other kids to watch a cartoon about Jesus (it was so old that I probably watched it when I was a kid). They're meeting at an elementary school for now, so the kids were in a school classroom. The rest of the adults were in a cafeteria room, which is where DH, baby, and I were until the baby decided that she was done being half-quiet. The baby and I wound up outside (the doors were propped open) so that we didn't bother Uncle with our loud squeals and DA DA DA DA DA.
As my brother was saying the closing prayer, the fire alarm went off. My brother will look back 10 years from now and find that this is hilarious, but it's not so funny when you're trying really hard to let people feel secure in your leadership and weird things like the fire alarm go off in church. He had everyone circle up in the parking lot and finish praying (he had to yell over the fire alarm). It occurred to me that the older 2 kids were not around (I get Mother of the Year today!), but DH wasn't around either...so he must've gone to get them. Then it dawned on me that (a) there wasn't really a fire, so... (b) one of the Sunday school kids probably pulled the alarm, and (c) it could've been one of my two, in which case, (d) Uncle was going to not be very happy.
Five minutes later, DH showed up w/ the older 2 kids (one in tears, the other one w/ a panic-stricken look). The alarm was still blaring, and I couldn't wait any longer to find out...
"Tell me it wasn't one of them," I begged him.
"No, it was the kid over there," he pointed.
A little boy, maybe a bit older then Bubby. Thank GOODNESS. Turns out it was his family's first Sunday at the church. Bet they have a chat w/ him about fire alarms.
Then came the sirens, and the fire truck, and the cutie firemen in their full gear (fire alarm still blaring). Boo's tears had dried once I managed to yell over the siren that there really wasn't a fire, but Bubby was terrified of the firemen even though he lives for firetrucks. It took at least 20 minutes to get the alarm off, so I had plenty of time to sit on the curb w/ the kids and give them a lesson about the little red box on the wall and why we shouldn't ever pull it just because it looks pretty.
My brother is hoping that the school doesn't get charged a huge fine, and that the fine doesn't get passed onto his brand new congregation. He would never ask that family to pay the fine, of course. God is bigger than fire alarms and fines.
I can still taste Samoas. : )
My brother just started pastoring a church. Today was his 2nd Sunday at the church, so to be supportive, we went. There's not any official Sunday school for the kids, so the older 2 went in w/ an older woman and a few other kids to watch a cartoon about Jesus (it was so old that I probably watched it when I was a kid). They're meeting at an elementary school for now, so the kids were in a school classroom. The rest of the adults were in a cafeteria room, which is where DH, baby, and I were until the baby decided that she was done being half-quiet. The baby and I wound up outside (the doors were propped open) so that we didn't bother Uncle with our loud squeals and DA DA DA DA DA.
As my brother was saying the closing prayer, the fire alarm went off. My brother will look back 10 years from now and find that this is hilarious, but it's not so funny when you're trying really hard to let people feel secure in your leadership and weird things like the fire alarm go off in church. He had everyone circle up in the parking lot and finish praying (he had to yell over the fire alarm). It occurred to me that the older 2 kids were not around (I get Mother of the Year today!), but DH wasn't around either...so he must've gone to get them. Then it dawned on me that (a) there wasn't really a fire, so... (b) one of the Sunday school kids probably pulled the alarm, and (c) it could've been one of my two, in which case, (d) Uncle was going to not be very happy.
Five minutes later, DH showed up w/ the older 2 kids (one in tears, the other one w/ a panic-stricken look). The alarm was still blaring, and I couldn't wait any longer to find out...
"Tell me it wasn't one of them," I begged him.
"No, it was the kid over there," he pointed.
A little boy, maybe a bit older then Bubby. Thank GOODNESS. Turns out it was his family's first Sunday at the church. Bet they have a chat w/ him about fire alarms.
Then came the sirens, and the fire truck, and the cutie firemen in their full gear (fire alarm still blaring). Boo's tears had dried once I managed to yell over the siren that there really wasn't a fire, but Bubby was terrified of the firemen even though he lives for firetrucks. It took at least 20 minutes to get the alarm off, so I had plenty of time to sit on the curb w/ the kids and give them a lesson about the little red box on the wall and why we shouldn't ever pull it just because it looks pretty.
My brother is hoping that the school doesn't get charged a huge fine, and that the fine doesn't get passed onto his brand new congregation. He would never ask that family to pay the fine, of course. God is bigger than fire alarms and fines.
I can still taste Samoas. : )
posted by Beth @ 10:27 PM
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