Quite Crazy

No Logic. None.

I've told you before that i love working at my church. I do! On friday mornings, English's mum (who is the biggest legend on earth) runs a program for mothers and children. I adore it. When i get there - before Dr.B decides to show up :P - i help set up the trains/playsets/mini bouncy castle/puzzles/play-doh... it's like being a child again! While that's fun in itself, it's nothing compared to the buzz that i get when little kids bounce up to me, squeaking my name and waning me to look at what they can do, look at their new shoes, look at this cool new game that their mummy gave them. This morning i learnt how to turn a pebble into a frog with a mini-magic wand and got a bundle of laughs out of the little girls by calling them 'chic', like their favourite englishman does. Plus, my darling little bobby started calling me 'bel' and 'annie' - i feel extra loved for having two names! It was a good morning - i adore the kiddies.

Dr.B and i spent the next few hours making the new brochures for youth group and the new young adults program, Contact, which is predominately a program aimed at benefiting the community. We're all quite excited about that. After Frau.C (lovely wife of Dr.B) and i had our mentoring session - basically where she catches up on the gossip in my life and we try and figure out how my faith fits into that - was the staff meeting, which is always interesting... and somewhat intimidating!

Around 2, when i finally got away, i got a call saying that my babysitting gig was cancelled for the afternoon. i met up with Loz, to give her some cheering up, and we went for a lovely long walk up to PB's house (where he was playing the invalid with a sore throat, poor boy). Took a little longer than we thought, but was worth it as the weather was lovely! Although he's always saying i need to impose, i've decided that there are the downsides to rocking up unannounced - like the poor guy having to answer the door dripping wet and in a towel, as we'd dragged him out of the shower... oops. We hung there for awhile, then Angel turned up - and then Dr.B and English! Full house. Angel, PB and i took their lovely dog, Barns, for a walk (which nearly killed PB) and then i realised that i had somehow managed to leave 10 minutes to make the 30 minute walk back to my car, so that i could get off to work... oops...

Again, English's super-mum came to the rescue and drove me to my car. Love her! I raced down to Annesley and we held our half-hour worship service with them. Dr.B, myself, SaviourDave and his new gf sang some songs, gave a message and played some games. The girls seems to be really starting to connect with us, which rocks.

After we'd finished, i went to Loz's to pick up my bag. We decided to see December Boys and headed to mitcham, despite the fact that it was 7.30 and the movie didn't start until 9.15... we got junk food for tea and sat on the couches outside the movie with our own little picnic of crap. Mutual comfort food! A few hours of waiting later, the movie started (late) and there were only two other people in the cinema, so we could spread out as much as we wanted to! Yay! The movie was good... but the fact that Daniel Radcliff was a main character was an obvious draw card. The plot was a little slow and lacking in finesse, but the overall message (of family and sticking together) was good. There was lots of emotion and some good supporting actors. The fact that it was filmed on our very own Kangaroo Island was a massive bonus, because we recognised all of the places (though the way they'd cut them together was pretty interesting...)! I've walked on places that Dan Radcliff has! Cool! I was left pretty drained by the end of the movie. The emotions had run high and i'd bawled through most of the second half - not only was the plot line sad, but the happy parts made my cry because i wanted my own happy ending and the sad bits made me cry because i sypmathised with the characters. I've decided that mascara is an unnecessary evil...

I dropped Loz home and made a startling discovery on the way home; as i stopped my car to cry myself out before sneaking into the house so as not to wake anyone, i realised that if i had a disaster or was hysterically upset, i wouldn't know who to call. I wouldn't know who to ask to come and get me and make it all better. I'm sure some people wouldn't mind. But there aren't many people that i'd feel comfortable calling at 11.30pm. When i'm not so tired, i'll think about that some more.

I've decided that i think too much. Maybe if i hit my head on a wall (actual, not metaphorical) then i'll lose those troublesome brain cells that lead to all of that nasty thinking.

Well, it's 12.30am. I had five hours sleep last night. Six the night before. I have to be at work at 9am tomorrow for more swimming classes. I think it's time i headed off to bed, to read if nothing else! Who needs sleep when there are productive things to do, like watching television or reading books.

And so ends the tale of my day.

Annie