And then I danced

In two weeks I will be running my first-ever VBS. Oh, I spent 6 years working at summer camp and worked for 6 years in a school but for some reason I'm filled with a mixture of excitement and total and utter fear over this excursion into the world of kiddo day-camp. Maybe it's because I'm in charge, me, of about 100 kiddos. Luckily our old children's director is helping (she's a pro) and we have amazing volunteers but to be honest I would feel more comfortable running a meeting, organizing a business plan, or doing anything with statistics (did I mention I'm a nerd).

The best part of all this is that I get to show off my goofy side (which usually doesn't appear in those business plan meetings I was mentioning earlier) because along with two other ladies, I'm leading our singing and worshiping time . . . on stage . . . dancing.

This of course means that for the last two weeks anytime I'm in my car I'm listening to the 13 or so songs that we'll be singing and dancing (I use this term loosely mind you) to in two weeks. The ironic part, I like them. In fact I ROCK out to them. With choreography even.

See we make up movements (the loosely termed dancing) to go with the songs because that gets the kids more involved and participating. So for the last two weeks not only have I been listening to, singing along with, and generally rocking out to the music, I've also been car-dancing with possible movements.

I know I must look like a nut to the other drivers out there on the road, and if they could hear what I'm singing to I would be more entertaining. But for the next two weeks if you see a blond doing her own choreographed show in her car give a honk cause it's probably me.