My Weekend

My weekend was really awesome. On Friday I left early from school to go to Illinois with my family.

And I'll get back to that in a second but first I want to say I think I am abandoning the fake names for my family. I think I'll keep using the ones like for Bree and Fiona but it's really weird to me to call my family by names that aren't theirs. Anyway I think (and hope) that most people who read this blog know and love me and my family and wouldn't do anything bad if only they knew the actual names of my family menbers! You know what I mean especially because you probably are that person. Or you are those people. You are one of those people. You are those people?!

Anyway, we drove to Illinois to my aunt and uncle's house they just (basically) redid over the course of like 3 years. They are busy people. They have a farm. But they added a room and a porch to their house and re-did the kitchen which is reeely nice. They got the drawers that close themselves!

So anyway the reason that we were in Illinois is because the church that my aunt and uncle and cousins and grandma and pretty much everyone in the adorable small town of like 700 people go to was having a weenie roast and 'salt shaker' they're calling it.

It was really fun. (Words I really say a lot: really, anyway, awesome, like, I. That was not a complete sentence.) First there was a ginormous fire (you know, the intentional kind) and everyone had chili and hot dogs and s'mores of course. There was lots of junk food and awesome deliciousness. The best was the dark chocolate fudge brownies with peanut butter caramel icing on top. Oohhhhhh.

They had a stage set up outside with all the music equippment and everything. The band played really well and it was really good worship music. Like, really good. Then the salt shaker part, there was a guest speaker.

The pastor's son goes to the college my dad actually went to. We visisted there over the summer actually and one of his former professors and his wife welcomed us in to their adorable home and made us muffins and gave us tours of the college campus (it's a really nice place...). Anyway the pastor of the church in this college town in Illnios where the pastor of my grandma's church's son goes came to the salt shaker to speak. I think that sentence is gramatically correct and if you think really hard it might make sense if you really want it to.

Anyway the sermon was about Christians being the salt and the light of the earth. It was really good. By this point in the evening it was about I don't know how may degrees but it was cold, and it was raining. It had been raining since a little after the music started. It was cold. It was good.

The funniest part of the sermon was when it was finished and it had stopped raining and he said, "Hey, it stopped raining, didn't it? Good. That was the introduction!" It wasn't really but it was pretty funny.

After the sermon, more music. It was loud and intense and awesome. It was fun.

It was a good weekend.