Saturday, June 12, 2010

Cleaning "The Pit"

My church for the past few years has done a closed for service Sunday where the whole church is encouraged to sign up and volunteer at one of the provided activities and there is no church that Sunday. Well, I was asked to head up a team to clean out our churches costume closet. Sounds easy right? Think again! The thought of that room made our church janitor shudder and call it "The Pit", as he went on and on about the bad smell and church janitors are known to be a hardy breed of individual!!  After starting out with a team of four it dwindled down to two. The others had to work or their schedule changed, so it just ended up being me and my Mom, which actually worked out better, we were running into each other enough as it was!
Hmm, maybe not so easy.....

After we had emptied out the stuff allover the floor and were sorting it into different bins.

More stuff from off of the floor

A giant yellow M&M?? I need to go and get some fresh air, I think the dust is getting to me.....

Jah, ve be from the liberal ordnung!

Getting closer.....

Almost done.....

It's so close, I can almost smell and taste it!!

 Wait, what is this tiny little door back here for??

Oh no! 6 more HUGE garbage bags full of costumes??

Fun, with the costumes. We must have done a mid-evil play at one point, at least 2 of those garbage bags were full of stuff like this. Anyone want some grog?? And as you can tell by the halo of frizz it was getting late in the day!

We are truly finished, yeah!!!!!!

Wednesday, June 2, 2010

A Soggy Day Poem!

Plink, plink, drop, drip, drop,
I'm afraid this rain will never stop!
Raining, raining, all day long,
Like an endless drippy song.

The ground is wet and oh so muddy,
My mop has become my bosom buddy,
Seems there's more dirt inside then out,
It makes me want to stomp and shout!

Whenever two or more are gathered near,
The talk is gloomy at best I fear,
We grunt and sigh, always complain,
About this blasted soggy rain!

We all say, where are you sun?
Come and make the rain be done!
We hate it, hate it, yes we do,
Great, now I sound like Dr. Suess!

Wait! Stop, let's all rethink,
About this endless, plink, plonk, plink,
Close your eyes and smell the air,
Nothing smells quite so fair.

As the world when it's washed anew,
God has done the same for you!
Refreshed and washed you, made you clean,
Now does hope begin to gleam?

Now open up those eyes of yours,
And get thy butt out of doors,
Look around and you shall see,
A poem so lovely as a tree....

Wait a minute, that's not my line,
Oops, let's try another rhyme!!
The grass seems greener, the flowers bright,
Isn't the world a wondrous sight?

Look at those hated drops of rain,
Sparkle and glisten, a pearly sheen,
Upon our world a miracle wrought,
It's been bejeweled, now who'd have thought!

My favorite part, I've saved for last,
A promise from an ancient past,
To never flood the world again,
Given to our boat builder friend.

A promise displayed across the sky,
For all to turn an awe stuck eye,
A band of colors shining bright,
The rainbow is a wondrous sight.

God paints it there, for us just so,
That He can let us know,
He's  always there, and loves as dear,
Isn't that so good the hear?

So, when it's gray, I'll not complain,
I've decided when it starts to rain,
I'll think upon the greatness of,
My heavenly Father up above!