8.23.2006

Play it again... Jenn

I have a regular gig of leading worship for the fine young people at our church every week. I love what I do. I love these teens. I love the band. It's an honor to do what I do. I mean it. However, I might be kicked out tonight.

It was a busy and somewhat rough night before our services began (plural because Middle School is first, High School is second so we play twice in a row) I had a run in with someone that left me unsettled, a few things weren't normal... it was just an odd night. So Middle School went well. No complaints. Was really proud of two newer students band peeps that were great on the fly. Good. Senior High moves right in immediately following. We open with the first song that one of my Jr. Highers lead - her first time. We play two more songs... and I flake. I tell our drummer to start song X... again... it was the song we began the night with... but in my head I had placed that first time in Jr. High's service... in my head we hadn't done it for Sr. High yet... except that we just had 10 minutes before.

My poor band of new people, so confused, not sure... looking at me like "are you sure" - so that made it more awkward... Everyone knew it. Everyone. The band. The teens. It was one of those moments and you just keep going because, well, because... But I just felt dumb. Not dumb like "I don't want to see anyone ever again. I quit!" but like... "Oh my gosh, I really just did that... that's funny.... and... dumb"

One of the band kids caught me afterwards and started opening his mouth with a question on his face and I just said, "I know... and no, it wasn't intentional" and we laughed and I said "It was just dumb"

I can't wait to go to bed.

ATM Madness - part II

I went to the ATM the other day... again, since I had done such a fine job of sidling up to the machine so as not to be the person that has to open the car door, unbuckle their seat belt and play a modified game of twister to gain access to the machine,I - when I dropped my credit card onto the pavement beneath the car - I couldn't properly open the door to retreive it... So while I'm reliving my experience with the money tube and vaccum at the drive through a few months ago (see post from May 1st) I'm looking for whatever I can to reach for the card through a sliver of open door, appearing to be playing a modified game of twister. I find a mechanical pencil with the eraser NOT rubbed down to be flush with the writing instrument and try to move the card with that. It worked. I got the card. At this point, knowing my reocurring issues with banking facilities, I may opt for the first scenario instead of shimmying right up to the venue. However, I won't know until my next visit if my lesson's been learned.

8.07.2006

In A Pink Room

So from time to time I will paint murals or rooms for little kids. I'm working on one right now with sweet little whispy grasses and fun animals will make their addition soon.

I did a room about a year an a half ago and the request from the three year old was that the room be pink. I really liked how the room ended up and we were glad it would be one she'd stick with into her elementary years. Sadly the family just moved, though, and wanting the room to be preserved for posterity the following is a visual elegy for the pink room...

Just to explain... I used a gloss pink over the Satin pink walls which makes the swirls on the wall pop out if hit by the light just right. Head on, though, you can't tell they're there. There's a box window seat as well that I painted into a tree swing that hangs from a large branch painted on the wall under the tree canopy. Also, I love chalkboard paint... so the closet doors have a lemonade stands and an a-frame sign that the little girl could draw on. Every child will eventually draw on their walls... I just gave her a place to do so.