Church Camp

Before I became Mrs. Tidyman, I worked with kids at a church in Kansas City. 

In the summer, we went to church camp at CYOKAMO in small town Missouri.

It was always a ton of fun/work. 

And it was the only time of year when you could eat those yummy pizza rectangles. 

You know, like the ones you get in school cafeterias.  

Ahhh, so many fun memories...

Like that one little kid who came to camp, completely decked out and taking seriously his mom's "Saftey First" speech.  He had a hat, sunscreen, sunglasses, flashlight and bug spray near him at all times.  If he would get an itch in his arm, he would hold the bug spray centimeters from his skin and spray it directly on his itch.  So priceless. 

Oh, and then there was that time these two camp deans, who shall remain nameless, thought it would be fun to get a new toilet, fill it with Mountain Dew and Baby Ruth candy bars and make people bob for the Baby Ruth's.  I thought it was pretty funny, until they called me up to be a competitor.  Not only is it disgusting, it's really hard to do.  First of all, you can't see anything because your head is in a toilet bowl filled with pop, and you certainly can't breath, and all you can think about is how your bum is sticking up in the air in front of everyone and how you should have worn longer shorts and how the people who went before you probably left tons of spit and snot in the liquid your face is currently in, and how you will never forgive the two deans as long as you live!!!   

On a different note, below are some pictures of kids getting baptized at the end of the week.

Check out that muscle on my arm!  Those are the kind of muscles you get from baptizing kids all summer!

My arms don't look like that anymore.  I really need to start baptizing again.  If you know of anyone who can rattle off the 5 Finger Gospel and has a repentant heart, send 'em my way.  Just kidding.  I can just do some Jillian Michaels or something.