More cukes today...

Today I made a batch of the freezer dill pickles after I got home from Vacation Bible School. I have enough cukes to make another batch, but I don't have enough time or energy.

Today's snack at VBS for the kids was Rocky Road Cups: a cup of chocolate pudding with two graham cracker sections pushed down in it and a few mini marshmallows tossed on top. Voila. Ellen had a couple of the strawberry newtons left over from yesterday. I wasn't going to mess with chocolate pudding for her. Nope!
Tomorrow the topic for VBS is Zaccheaus up the tree. To illustrate this the pastor is going to climb a tree in the parking lot and teach it from there. I am going to bring my camera; this is going to be too good to pass up. He is going to give this lesson to 5 different classes, so he has plenty of opportunity to injure himself, pick up lots of ticks and mosquito bites and such. He's such a good sport!

Moe observed in a comment on a previous post that the kids go home and tell their parents about their teachers; yes, of this I am aware. I try desperately hard to not reveal any of my terribly personal secrets during my time of teaching. But I am sure they pick up on what seems to them my peculiarities and spread them abroad.

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Joanney said…
I love the Bible Story section of VBS! I bet the pastor in the tree was a very memorable on for the kids.

Thanks for your comment on my "A Servant's Heart" blog on Fast Food Ministry.
July 17, 2008 at 10:00 PM
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