The day of the creepy man, the birthday, the yummy food, and the contract.

On Sunday (yes, today is Monday) was my fun friend, Kim's day of birth. She now has had 22 of these exact days and I found it my duty when I woke up and after I took my shower (making it a rousing 8:30am) to call her up and wish her happies. Heh... what I really did was WAKE her up and talked her ear off for 15 min. until I was certain she wouldn't be able to go back to sleep. Yeah, I'm kinda harden-hearted that way... but I got to find out if she liked my gifts or not. I was hoping they had gotten to her by the time the 19th came around. I'm glad to see that they did. When I finished the conversation and brekky... I poked at Jonathan to wake up.

I was visiting a dearly beloved one (I call him Jonathan :)) and since it was Sunday- A Sabbath in the Western Christian World (WCW) we went to church. Now, while both of us are technically Catholic, we both also enjoy a good Protestant service every once in a while. Sunday just so happened to be one of those days. So we (along with our faithful compadre, Eric) went to a Methodist Church called, Cornerstone.

I liked Cornerstone. The atmosphere was great, the music was awesome, and the sermon was especially convicting (like a good sermon should be). The sermon was about sex, but we'll discuss this later on. The only disfortunate thing about this service was a man who sat by me during it. We have officially dubbed him, "The creepy man." The creepy man started out by pointing at random things. Me, being friendly, would look, smile, and nod. Since the worship music was still in full motion, I felt it wrong to talk during this time for God. Hoping to get him to stop talking to me during this time of the service, I really got into the music. (I was into the music until I noticed the creepy man and lost my train of thought) This action really did work, until the music stopped. At this point I was thinking, "It's the sermon. People don't talk during the sermon. He must know that." It turns out he didn't. After he tried to talk to me about his shoe, the baby in front of us, the names on the bulletin, I actively ignored him and tried to pay attention to the sermon....taking notes on sex, like I was planning on writing a novel on it someday. He didn't say anything to me after that (good thing too, cuz I was nearly sitting on Jonathan next to me). When the sermon was wrapping up I finally looked over to my right for the first time in 20 min. He starts in on the weather outside. "94 degrees out there. It's cold in here, but not out there. It's really hot out there." "uh huh." At this point the pastor was talking about a guy named Tom who was going to come up and talk. I guess this aggravated the creepy man. "I don't know this Tom guy. He doesn't go here. He shouldn't be up there. I don't know him. What's he talking about father's for? My father died a long time ago. He shouldn't be up there. He's handing out free books up there... well I'm not going to take it. I won't read anything from that guy. He shouldn't be up there..." At this point Eric and Jonathan are starting to notice (mostly because I'm inching towards them the whole time) and when we left, they had a good laugh over me being scared in the church and so forth. They had a good laugh until we dropped Eric off at his place and Jonathan and I went to his parent's for Father's day lunch.

mmmm.... yummy food. I think it even tastes better when you don't have to cook it. Diane made uber nice chicken with bbq sauce on it, and blaine made this stir-fry with loads of yummy veggies and what not served on rice. It was gooooooooooo (deep breath) oooooood. And then we hung around until Jonathan's brother's left for Brookings, and Jonathan fell asleep on the couch watching 'Meet the Parent's'. When he woke up, after Blaine and I had a good chuckle over him falling over unconcious on a whim, we decided to pick up his bass and the amp head, and head back to his place. He was so tired, it was funny we stayed on the road for the 10 min. drive back into town!

Jon was tired and asked for a backrub. Then a foot rub. I laughed when he asked if I could rub his face! When he was finally relaxed (and I stopped laughing), we started talking about the sermon. The pastor talked about sex as a bonding in marriage and really... anywhere else it's used. Bonding is the purpose for it. It's a blessing. But sex can also cause wounds. Like sticky tape on a shirt. Every time you put it back on the shirt, a little more stick comes off. That's because it leaves a little bit of stick wherever it goes. It can't help it. Then, at some point the tape isn't able to do it's job. If need to hold anything together, it would fail miserably... and that's where we decided the contract should come in. It's signed, dated, and is relevent to our current relationship and has a clause to change when the relationship changes. It's very good, but too long to put in this already long blog. Let's just say that I don't think every relationship needs a printed out, signed in black ink, contract to keep each other in line. But it's a good physical reminder of the vow we made to each other and to our future spouse's. We won't put the tape on the shirt.