Once Upon A Time....(really 24 or more hours ago) I went in the den and blogged. I then did some other things, taking a shower and stuff. I can't tell you exactly what I did; you don't really remember those kind of things. Elise and Julia woke up, and I told them all kinds of holidays, most of which you've seen. They laughed a lot, although in the Octobers they got bored with it. I eventually finished. We got ready to leave for church, which Elise and Julia where going to also. Westin was to join us later. We all got ready, and I ate breakfast. We then got in the car, and drove to RUMC, Roswell United Methodist Church, a large two building white brick church. It has a yellow complex, a youth building done by Malone Dodson's, one of the preachers at RUMC. It's called the Dod, for Dodson. I had been there once before I left, but never after. This would be seriously my second time there. We first went into the big santuary, and saw Pastor Mike and all of the friendly faces and people who we knew in the church. It was such a relief. When you saw them every Sunday they were just random people in a big church, but after 6 months of you not seeing them, they were things you adored to see. Although Westin wasn't there, we sang great songs and just enjoyed being there. It was great to be in our own church again, and to feel the warmth and love of Jesus Christ. It was reviving. The sermon was great too, about salvation and being ready for it. A new guy did it. Not Mike nor Stacy, who left for another church. He looks like Newt Gingrich kind of, but a little younger, still grey though. I don't know his name. While he was speaking Mike saw us, and mouthed "Your already home?" "Yes" we said. The sermon ended soon after.
We said hello to the Ware's, friends of ours with a son named Nate. Everyone asked us if we were going to go out again after. We said we were. I then left with Mom to go to the DOD, as Elise, Julia, and Rebecca went with Dad to go to their K-5 classes. As Mom and I walked, we came to the DOD and preceded to walk up to it. Mrs. Deedee pulled up in their car and Westin came out, followed by his mom. We all walked up to the entrance, walked in, and Mom then talked to a tall, skinny, oval shaped head man with gray, cleanshaven face features. His name was Scott (had a name tag). Mom explained to him that we were in the machine, everyone knew us, but that we went on a 6 month trip around the country and were stopping for Christmas. We punched in our last name and were found in the database. We said Westin was just visiting and might come back, but to put a visitor's card on him. Scott told us to just chill around until 11, when the teachers would call us in to big group. He said to either go into the gym or into the game area in the back. The inside of the dod has a concrete floor, a little balcony above us, and that kind of new and young feel. Everywhere was filled up with stuff from the Evening In Bethlehem, an event where people were to walk through Bethlehem in the time of Jesus. There were props everywhere, plus scene stuff of wood and boxes and stuff. Westin and I said goodbye to our looming parents, and went into the gym. I explained to my friend that everyone that I knew were nice, and that we would probably fit right in. I was glad to have Westin here, glad to see him again, but uncertain of how the kid's reaction might be. I had a friend named Ben in the DOD, and also one named Will and another Zach, who was my really good friend. I was nervous on how one girl, Morgan, who likes me and was very mad when I said goodbye to her on June 12, would feel at my sudden return and then my leave again. In the summer a drama occurred in which she made rumors that we were going out, and thought by the time I returned she would've forgotten me. Well that didn't happen. I said some things I probably shouldn't of said, more drama occurred, and long story short without unnessary details she hates me. Girls.
I was scared to see her, but as we went into the carpeted basketball gym with baskets and a stage full of material, I saw a good body to see, a hunched over and skinny figure, Scott Sorvey. We said hi to each other and shook hands. I introduced Westin as Mom and Deedee came in and they said hi to Scott. He said basically what everyone one else said. I'm really tired of repeating it. Anyway, we were told everyone was back in the game area, with the couches, lounge chairs, and hot chocolate. He said because of the events and Thanksgiving Weekend that there wasn't any room to do basketball, and that they didn't have their usual doughnuts. We said it was fine, and went to the bathroom and walked down the hall. Here I said goodbye to Mom and Deedee, this time for good. We entered into the world of the youth.
We came up to a pool table that my short and brown haired friend Will was at, and Ben, a taller brown haired guy who looks kind of the same, was at too. No Zach though. They received me a lot better than I expected them too, they acted as if they saw me last Sunday. I thought I would be treated as an outcast, but my great friends were very nice and welcoming. We talked sports, as boys do, and different things of the nature. Westin easily joined in the talk of basketball teams and leagues in GA, and wasn't shy one bit. There were older boys, like maximum being 8th grade, who talked too. A pack of girls, including Morgan, passed by, getting cold hot chocolate, as Ben and Will call it. I turned and didn't face them, even though most I knew and were friends of mine. Morgan didn't see me. YET.
A guy called us in to a big room that went uphill with chairs and levels of platforms, where everyone from 8th graders to 6th graders were seated. A guy named PJ whom I had known prior who had laid back hair and a fit appearance talked about how we were just going to be all together for the day. He asked about our Thanksgivings, I even mentioned the Peabody. Everyone had a story to tell. Miles's mom, Pat, who is a tall woman with curly hair sticking up in odd directions spoke about having faith through hard challenges, and pivotal moments in our lifes, like when parents die or you have to move. "A pivotal moment in my life," I said, "was when I went on a trip around the U.S." I had all ears as PJ explained what we were doing. It was cool to be in the DOD. To hear students give announcements, to talk about cool things like that, grief, faith, and that everything was for a reason. I enjoyed it a lot. Even when Morgan talked. She was close to me and saw me, and kept looking at me throughout the whole time. I talked to Westin a good bit thought. We ended with reading bible verses, I read from the bible the story of Lazarus and everyone talked about it. Then we left and came through a big crowd at the front, before going across the street with Mom and Deedee to pick up the girls. We went into that 'ole familiar Kidz Zone, and walked through the halls and little class rooms and big fellowship halls. We saw Mrs. Elizabeth, a short blonde haired freckled pale lady with short curled girl like hair and a nice face, who tries to be hip by crunching up her hand into a fist and bumping it against other people's, thinking it's cool. She's cool though. Nice too.
We picked 'em up and went back outside, thinking we were going to go back home and play, but sadly the Poje's dog Boomer evidently got bitten by a snake and they wanted to see and be there for him. I can understand that too. I'm a very understanding person.
We left them and drove away, down Canton Street and back home. We then for the next hour or so took out all the school books and clothes in the R.V., plus little things like video cameras and phones (okay, maybe not little things). It wasn't exactly fun, but, you know, you do what you got to do. I had had a great time at church and was done with the day. After cleaning a lot, we chilled around and the Hicks's called, who have been friends with the Bourne's since my sisters were kids. We had seen Bob in Pittsburgh, with his girlfriend Katy. There was Lacy, who's now a teacher and used to be our frequent baby-sitter, Marcia, the mom, Katy, who likes the movie business and shares my film love, and Lynn, who's a freemason. We invited them over quickly. They came as I was taking a shower, alas, I hugged them with wet hair. Lacy is tall, thin, tan, and has a pony tail. Marsha has glasses, brown/grey hair, and is about 50. Katy didn't come because she was sick and at the house, but she later came, even though she had a cold. Marcia and her were going to go get a Christmas Tree after they saw us. But back to where I was . We were very glad to see each other and talked about a lot of things, among them cats, football, and other things. We even talked of Lacy's cat who had to take pills that were crushed up flowers, recommended by some paint lady at a home depot. Weird.
Katy came, but no hugs were exchanged at that point. Katy showed us a video of a deer going through a taco mac, and her herself was in it (has part time job there). We then all drove to Mellow Mushroom, a restaurant on a road. Rebecca and I went with Lacy and Marsha, Katy drove her car and Mom and Dad drove together. We had a great meal. Katy and I had a lot of talk about movies, and working in a restaurant, and car wrecks. It was fun. I had a BLT and all of the elder adults (Dad, Marcia, Mom) ate salads, Rebecca had mac'n'cheese, Lacy pizza and some cinamon thing, and some Italian thing Katy got. I had a BLT. Oh yeah I already said that. Oops.
Katy gave us no cold.
We said goodbye and left after a great time with them. We went home and by and by went to bed. A great day.
Whooah. I'm worn out. I may have started this blog at like 8 or 7, when everyone was around and the day was still light out, but now its 11. I'm exhausted. Goodnight. Goodbye for now.
Get asleep,
Andrew.
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