lots of food and a bit of history

i accompanied jill to church today. Actually, it was the second oldest baptist church in the country! We pulled up into the gravel driveway, surrounded by nothing but horse fencing and woods. The sign read: Ye Olde Yellow Meeting House. The house wasn't really yellow, more like a tan, and that was because when they repaired it, they painted it a more neutral color. A huge cemetary dating all the way back to the Revolutionary War was in the front of the house. Inside were a few pews, about ten, a big pulpit was in the front, with the swinging door and steps leading to it. there was a huge balcony but we didnt have time to explore...much to my disappointment. The walls were painted just the right color of lavendar, the windows trimmed in white. Sconces with old oil lamps were placed on two walls. In the middle of the service, the sky began to darken and a huge crack of thunder sounded, making an older woman practically jumped out of her skin. it took all my strength to not just burst out laughing.

after service, a lunch of fried chickennnn, baked beans, potato salad, red velvet cake, carrot cake, and other cakes were served. the chicken definitely was to die for. oh my gosh, jill and i ate so much. she ate way more than me. i had a little bit of everything. The rain poured over the tent, making the grass around it wet. Jill and i took our shoes off as we waited for her mom to finish all her conversations. We ran barefoot through the grass to the car. Thankfully, my white halter dress is made of a fabric that dries quickly so it wasn't a problem that it got dampened by the rain. We piled into the car and headed to my house so i could get a change of clothes. The rain ran down in buckets making our road vision close to none. It was kind of cool, felt like going through a tunnel. I ran into my house and threw some clothes into a plastic bag and headed out the door once again.

at jill's house, we mostly talked, took model pictures, looked at d.becks pics, talked some more. we did persuade her mom to take us to the ne high school to drive. i recorded jill's progress on her camera. funny stuff. i got behind the wheel and showed her how it's done though...you know, since i'm the veteran (psh yea right hahaa) after driving, we picked up more food--dinner. we ordered taco salad, a calzone, and fettuchini alfredo with chicken and broccoli. of course we split everything but it was a lot of food. the italian people didn't give us jill's order and we didn't realize it until we got back to her house. so, we ate the calzone and taco salad while we waited for her meal to come. in the meantime, jill and i walked to the car to check my cell phone. We were walking down her pavement when all of a sudden we see this big black thing come walking towards us from the shadows. Jill is like "Amanda, RUN!" I saw him and screamed so loud and grabbed her arm. it's a wonder the entire neighborhood didn't yell at me. we ran to the porch and only then did jill start laughing hysterically. I was like "what?!" she said "it's just zach. he's the neighbor's dog." once he got up close i began to laugh so hard my stomach hurt. i seriously thought he was either a really big raccoon or he was being walked by a huge scary dude. so, after we pet zach we turned to walk back to the house. Only, in jill's yard a guy in all black was walking across. My eyes became huge and jill whispered, "run!" we screamed our heads off and took off behind her shed. i had my cell in hand and i was about to call the police when jill starts to crack up. exasperated, i asked her why she was laughing. "that's just rob!" (he's this goth kid who never wears anything besides black, so jill tells me) i crack up at myself. "good thing i didn't call the police!" we walked back into the house because the food finally came.

even though we were already comfortably full, we just had to try the fettuchini alfredo. After that, we were stuffed. i felt like i was going to bust! never again jill...well maybe one more time. haha. it was a good, relaxing Sunday. we're gonna try to get together and cook up a recipe or two. more developments of that story still in progress.





tomorrow is laundry and closet cleaning. perhaps i will dance in my dining room since it's open and clean...finally! i think we're thinking of redoing it soon, very soon. please, let it be soon!






"carved my name into his leather seats"