Sunday was a chill day. We woke up and went to church. The church building wasn't too far away from Alysha's grandparents' house, but the one road we needed to turn onto didn't have a sign on it. So luckily I had the navigator on my phone. Man that thing came in handy on that trip- real handy. We sat in the back to make sure that we weren't sitting in any one's "usual" spot. Alysha was surprised how many people came up and introduced themselves to us asking if we were new. It was so funny. I didn't know where to tell people where I'm from. Technically, I'm from San Diego area, but I had just come from Provo. So I usually said, we're from Provo, but originally I'm from San Diego. One person told me San Diego is a nice place to be from. I agreed, and then pointed out that Florida is also a nice place to be from. That made them smile.
We only stayed for sacrament meeting, and it was pretty good, but it is loud in the back of the chapel and the microphone was not turned on very loud, so I missed some of what the first speaker said. The second one spoke up a little better. Alysha hated the first talk because she said the lady read straight from the Ensign for most of it. Oops, I guess if I read the Ensign more, I would have recognized that too. Busted.
After church Alysha left to visit more of her family. She's got a lot of family down in that area. I guess it'd be like if Grandma Petronaci still lived in Escondido, and I went home to visit. Nope, I'd still be a little behind her numbers... off by one set of grandparents... but she doesn't have sisters and nephews, so I guess we're even. I decided that it wasn't necessary for me to go with her and be a tag along while she tried to get in some quality family time so I stayed home to catch up on my journal. Well, that didn't exactly happen. I started writing in my my journal, but then I stopped and did some scripture study, and then I took a nice long nap.
Once Alysha came back we decided to swim in her grandpa's pool. I'd spent the time I was home in the house and hadn't even realized what a great day it was outside. I quick changed into my suit and got into the pool. Mmmm... it was nice and warm. It's a tiny little round, above the ground pool, but her grandpa still has lots of toys for it. He was sitting in a floating chair when I got in, and then he brought in a raft for me to sit in. By time Alysha got changed, I didn't think there'd be room for her to get in, but her grandpa pulled out an intertube for her to play with :o) He's such a nice guy. We eventually got the stuff out when her grandpa went inside, and we had a good relaxing two hours in that pool before it was time to shower and get ready for dinner at Alysha's grandma's. Freaking gracious!!!! All day at Disneyworld, no sun. Half a day at Kennedy Space Center and half a day at the beach, hardly any sun. Two hours in her grandpa's pool, and I got so red. It was embarrassing and sad.
Dinner at Alysha's grandma's was super good. I got to meet one more member of the family there too. Her uncle who lives in Georgia was down and staying with her grandma. We had a fabulous home cooked meal of pork chops, twice baked potatoes, vegetables, and homemade cake for dessert. After dinner, Alysha's uncle set up the wii and we went into the grandparents' room to play wii. I rocked at bowling, which is funny for two reasons: one, I suck at bowling in real life and two, the remote I was using was messed up and would send the ball in a different direction then you actually threw it. I was a pretty tricky pitcher when it came to baseball, but only made it as far as second base when it was my turn to be up to bat. Tennis was a half and half kind of thing. I won half the time, the other half I obviously didn't win. But boxing was fun. That was the last one we did. Alysha's a dirty fighter. She was throwing bunches below the belt the entire time it was her turn.
We said our goodbyes after playing and headed back to her grandpa's house and went to bed. A very simple, family filled Sunday. In other words, a perfect Sunday.
Friday, June 5, 2009
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