Memorial Day Weekend

i know the date says monday, but let's pretend for a moment that it's still "sunday night," shall we? for the sake of the blogpost, kids? yes? thanks.

instead of going to The Crux today sans Julia (read her name with a spanish flair, so that it's "Hulia" in your head; that's totally how i wrote it in my head), i went to CATC with dad, adam, and caryn. CATC is, of course, Church at the Crossing. this is the same church i diligently attended for the first fourteen years of my life until i escaped to the lutherans. plus, they asked my mom and stepdad never to return. i took it personally. while all the same people still go there (and then some....a lot of some), the staff is different, so i don't despise walking into those doors as much as i have in the past few years. i remember the only time i willingly went back (up until these past two years) was for nick mendenhall's funeral my freshman year of high school. i'd "sort of" known nick my whole life -- we grew up together, but never really talked to each other outside of "pass the glue." he'd shot himself. that was a scary time. especially since i dreamed parts of his funeral three months before it happened. but that's another story.

today after the 11:00 service, the church was dedicating a flagpole and small garden to my grandfather, David L. Creviston, who died a couple summers ago. the service actually wasn't so bad, quite enjoyable in fact. i was surprised to find that p.j. towle was the worship leader for the contemporary band (he's a year older than me and one of my step-sister's ex-boyfriends). i saw the younger two of the zerkle boys from a distance (jonathon reminded me of meredith's little brother in a way), as well as john mcdaniel. i have baby pictures somewhere of me and john together. he looks exactly the same, only taller. ha.

after the service was mcl cafeteria. um. yippy.

then caryn DEMANDED that i go shopping with her. i had nothing better to do before work, so i complied. and we went. and everything was fine. fun, even. til we pulled into the driveway and she discovered dad was no longer home and attempted to call him on her faulty cellular phone. ( she's been having a signal problem, and the phone people won't help her much). she screamed at the top of her lungs "AHHHHHHHHH! I HATE THIS EFFING PHONE! I CAN'T EVER GET ANY EFFING SERVICE!" as she chucked it quite hard at the dashboard. the phone ricocheted into my lap. i calmly picked it up and handed it to her, saying, "I think you dropped your phone." she took it and stormed inside to use the house line.

it was so funny. gosh. i've learned to be amused by these things.