I am covered with bug bites. I can't even remember the last time I had this many bites. Every time I walk out of the house, I come back in with more bites. Somebody apparently thinks I'm delicious.

Upon reflection, I wonder if it's because I stopped taking the B-complex vitamin supplement I used to take all the time. (No reason for stopping, just lazy.) I'm starting again; let's see if it makes a difference.

Hmm. So the photo and everything is everyone viewable? I'm kinda not okay with that. I have it set up right now, and started locking stuff down. But it took me a while to figure out how, and well, I was in a Starbucks. There's only so much finagling I'm willing to do over a green tea lemonade. Will have to investigate.

In breaking non-news, it is Too Hot. It's ridic how much more miserable these temperatures are at this humidity. The humidity is killing me. Also, I stink. This does not happen to me in Arizona, and I am now taking it as a personal failing. Also? I am not doing the jumping up and down during the VBS songs the rest of this week.

Also, I stink. This does not happen to me in Arizona, and I am now taking it as a personal failing. Also? I am not doing the jumping up and down during the VBS songs the rest of this week.

Are these related?

One of the churches near Noah's school has VBS this week. I was thinking of taking him as a way to outsource any obligation to deliver any sort of god-related info that might be useful later for literary references. But instead, we went to Legoland today and tomorrow we are going to hear reggae.

Perhaps I should just take him to actual church. My mom wants me to get them baptized but I don't know of enough Catholics to actually do that.

Anyhow, VBS thwarted by Legoland.

This was the church's VBS flyer. [link] I'm a total sucker for cute flyers.

I'm so bad. I keep thinking Noah's too young to learn about God, because then he'll believe he actually exists. I'm so totally my mother's child. Not that there was any remote chance of bible teaching getting through to me.

Yes. The relationship of the jumping up and down and the stinkiness is causation not correlation.

It is a cute flyer.

But honestly, if all you want is literary ref, you probably don't want VBS. VBS's are all chaotic with the noise and the declared affirmations and it's all a little over the top for me, let alone for anyone just peripheral to the church.

Legoland and reggae sound like a much more appealing scenario.

Actual church would probably be a lot less frenetic way to give him exposure that you could then discuss. Or, you know, next time we get together I'd be happy to talk to him. We could work out what you want said beforehand. Or you're free to use me as a reference point if you want, i.e., "Our family doesn't believe in blah blah, but other people do, like Lisa and Dave."

I think Noah's definitely old enough to hear about God without believing it. I mean, I know kids that age who can articulate why they don't believe in Santa, even though they're willing to let other kids celebrate without disabusing them of their notions.

I know kids that age who can articulate why they don't believe in Santa, even though they're willing to let other kids celebrate without disabusing them of their notions

Which would make him a nicer kid than me, because I was a disabusing little bitchette. No praying during Monopoly! First off, there's no God otherwise there'd be dinosaurs in the Bible, and secondly, if there is, he's not allowed to help your dice roll.

too young to learn about God, because then he'll believe he actually exists.

I find my kids are able to hold fairly complex views on God, like that some believe in one kind of God, some in another, some in no God at all, and Franny can articulate what God means to her. And yet despite that, I feel like I've been very remiss in conveying to them a conventional understanding of God.

The Millionaire's flight of the Hindenburg. (Not the one where it exploded.)

I kind of love the menu.

Hindenburg left Lakehurst at approximately 6:00 AM and flew to New England. The ship circled over Boston around noon while the VIP guests enjoyed a midday meal of Swallow Nest Soup, cold Rhine salmon, tenderloin steak, Chateau Potatoes, Beans a la Princesse, Carmen salad, and iced melon, accompanied by beer and wines including a 1934 Piesporter Goldtröpfchen and a 1928 Feist Brut. The meal was followed by Turkish coffee, pastries, and fine liqueurs.