5.27.07

Sunday:

We get up early to go to church with my Aunt. I will forever be the teenager who slept in way too late, who took forever in the bathroom getting ready, who oftentimes held everyone else up. Even now when I'm sometimes the first one up. I get up and head to the shower and get ready before breakfast so we won't be late on my account. We sit and talk for a bit while my Aunt makes an insane amount of food for the three of us. We go to church, my mom gets shanghaied into singing a solo. It's a nice surprise because I haven't heard her sing in years. When we were little she used to sing one Sunday a month when we went to church so this of course brings back a lot of memories. When Chels learns of this she insists on telling everyone for the remainder of the day that the song my mother sang was London Bridge by Fergie. I assure her, that it was not. We head back to my Aunt's and have a snack since I'm told lunch won't be for quite some time. I eat a lot of broccoli, cauliflower, and some carrots. My cousin swings by with her two kids, aka my favorite people in the whole wide world, and the three of us quickly make the vegetables disappear. The plate is filled three times, but this does not stop us one bit. Of course lunch is ready in no time at all, and I immediately regret the snackage. I have a barbecue chicken breast that is seriously as big as my face. I don't think it was entirely done, both because it looked pink and because I begin to feel ill later in the evening. After too much food once again, we decide to play a game. Chels brings Blurt into our lives and I repeatedly thank her. It is so much fun, and after I'm initially stressed out by it I begin to really like it. All it is is a series of descriptions and you have to be the first one to yell out the noun of what it is. I find this stressful because my instinct it to wait for the entire description to be read and you tend to lose when you do that. I also have a hard time speaking up, well when I'm sober that is. So the fact that my two cousins are screaming tends to drown out my voice. But I quickly adapt and come close to winning both games. After game time we head outside to do some yard work. My main job is to rake up piles of things and carry them behind the house to the burn pile. This seems to be all that I am qualified for. My Aunt begins to stress out and chases me around the yard telling me to go back inside an read my book. Moments earlier I was inside in the recliner reading, Never Let Me Go, because at this point the chicken was starting to make me feel sick. I laugh and tell my Aunt that what I'm doing is very little work and I really don't mind at all. Eventually I'm promoted to using a wheelbarrow. Then later I am trusted with a saw and I cut down some dead bushes around the house. I'm very handy. We end our day inside when my other cousin comes over with his kids and wife.