The flip side of crazy.

Hello blog world. Long time no see. Sorry for the lame last couple of posts on my part. We put on a huge kid's event at church and all of my thoughts had been directed towards Kidfest. So, the best I can do is to summarize the last two weeks. It was a fast and furious (and fabulously rewarding) time of life and I kind of feel like I'm just now waking up.

They were 14 days in which...

I cared more about having time to make coffee in the morning than doing hair or makeup.

I thought long and hard about whether or not waking up to take a shower was actually worth it.

I let most calls roll to voicemail.

I ate Honey Nut Cheerios, Lean Cuisine, or take out for every meal.

I took my fruit and vegetables in juice form. Thanks to the Siscos for keeping me healthy.

I did not go to the gym. Not even once.

Ibuprofen was the snack of choice.

I wondered how I got lucky enough to get paid to do what I do.

I was slimed. That really was almost the worst part for me. It looked like vomit, not slime.

I felt like a rock star. Hundreds of screaming kids.

I wore a pink Hannah Montana jacket from the little girls’ section of Wal-Mart.

I obtained more bruises in a day than hours of sleep at night.

I wore pink hair extensions and pink fingerless gloves.

I helped make up dance moves for a new song. They were straight from Flash Dance. Thankfully everyone else was too young to notice.

I find my reward both in the moment and the hereafter.

I learned that I am actually saying "I love you" in this photo instead of something to the effect of "let's rock." Awesome. I've been doing that wrong my whole life.

I got my priorities straight when starting my time off: hair cut, Harry Potter (FINALLY), memorizing lines for Camelot, 2 Corinthians 4, and grilled cheese.

It's good to be back.