It all started out innocent enough. The house was just in a simple state of complete nastiness and extreme destruction, nothing too out of the ordinary. Still, it was obvious it was time to get down to business with a blow torch.
But since I couldn't find the one that I usually sleep with under my pillow, I decided I would take my chances with just cleaning it all up.
Having a strange and sudden burst of energy, (It must have been those cookies I ate for breakfast. Maybe they're magic energy cookies! Should I share the recipe?) I got the kids all pumped up as we made a game out of getting each task done. Soon it became quite obvious, we needed some music.
Not having a great or large... or even medium sized music collection I had to do with what I had and settled on the music from "Joseph and the Amazing Technicolored Dreamcoat." I know the boys like it because it has both there names in the songs.
If you are lucky enough to have no idea what I'm talking about, just google it and you'll see. But its a fun musical based in the story of Joseph and the coat of many colors from the bible.
Pretty soon music was blaring and we, or rather I, was quite literally singing at the top of my lungs and dancing around while we tackled the mess. The kids tried to sing along but not really knowing the words, it sounded like something along these lines, "ahhhhhhh..... Joseeeeeph ahhhhhhahhhahhhhh... coooooat aahahhahhahha... blue!"
I'm thinking of starting a family choir. The Von Trapp family wouldn't hold a candle to us!
Then the worst thing imaginable happened. My memory started working. Its been pretty rusty since having kids but I began having flashbacks to roughly 11 years ago.
I flashed back to certain Stake Youth Conference in which the extremely talented Ramona Zabriskie and Debbi Woods decided to put on the musical, Joseph and the Amazing Technicolored Dreamcoat.
For three weeks the coolest group of youth ever to exist lived at the stake center while we made and painted props, learned lyrics and songs, and sewed up costumes. I have to admit, it was a pretty awesome experience.
As fate would have it, my brother Caleb landed the main part of Joseph himself.
Me? Well... I uh... Ya, okay, that's me blowing the kiss.
Yup. I was given the part of Potiphar's Wife. I think the people in the crowd who knew we were brother and sister got the biggest kick out if it.
My outfit? Yes, it was pretty sweet. A 20's style pink dress with black and gold trim. I secretly wish I still had it.
If only I knew what this next picture would do to my sense of dignity in later years.
I was also in the choir. See the ONLY girl in a white leotard there on the end? Yea, that was me, back when I had had a chest to speak of. I stood out like a pineapple on an plum tree. Okay, okay, that was a bad analogy.
Still, I LOVE this picture of Caleb (Joseph) and Travis (Pharaoh). Now THERE was one funny guy. He had the Elvis act down pat!
Oh man! I just can't take it! Do you see? There on the end in the next picture! I'm the ONLY girl in a white leotard. (sigh) I'm going to carry that with me till my dying day. It will haunt me forever.
Even with the embarrassing white leotard, this next picture gives me chills. Such AWESOME memories. I seriously had the greatest friends ever growing up.
And now that I have completely embarrassed myself and my white leotard, I need to go make breakfast and convince the boys that they don't need to listen to that soundtrack again. I'm not sure if I can handle the images of pink dresses with black and gold trim swirling through my brain.
The white leotard alone will be enough to do me in.
Next time my house needs a make-over, I'm opting for the blowtorch.
P.S. I would like to beat up thank my best friend Sarah for sending me these photos. I had no evidence of my involvement until she sent them to me.