We didn't price anything, we just put up signs that said no reasonable offer would be refused. It was a name your own price gig. I did peruse the goods before too many people showed up and grabbed a black silky tank top that has big gaudy jewels under the bust and two pairs of tan capris. I donated $5 for the lot of them. There was lots of yummy treats besides my muffins. We had rice crispy treats, brownies, muffins from Costco, coffee, tea and cocoa.Just as we were counting on we had a captive audience of all the people who had literally camped out in the breezeway at work waiting for football sign ups. They went crazy for the hot beverages and killed time by buying knick knacks from us.
I know it's a little dark, but those are tents in there. People started showing up shortly after midnight last night. All for football. And it's not even high school football, it's Pop Warner little kid football. CraZY.I left at 9:00 a.m. and got home in time to change quickly and head over to the Catholic Church down the street for Aunt Teri's funeral service. Uncle Joe (her husband) was greating people at the door and gave me a big hug and wanted to make sure I met up with the family. He guaranteed me that I wouldn't recognize the "D" when I saw her. I went in the church and ended up sitting on the opposite side of the room as them, but I saw Aunt Susie and Uncle Mark, Kayla, Amber, Zach, Uncle Mike and Aunt Kathy (from Kennewick, WA). I heard them say Uncle Vern, but I didn't see him.
I didn't care for the service. They obviously didn't attend this church because the Father didn't say anything about Aunt Teri other than what was written in the obituary, couldn't remember the girls' names and spoke about the third daughter as if she was still alive. It was bad. The best part was when their youngest daughter, Brittany (the one who has Lupus), got up and spoke. She did a great job, considering her mom just died a week ago, and talked about personal things. It was very nice. Catholics are strange and have a lot of strange rituals so I had to sit through all these sayings from the Father that the Catholics in the group would make standard replys. It's all about traditions. They also did a communion, but it's only open to Catholics. Anybody else has to ask for a "blessing" instead. Bah! Then the Father lit up his insense ball and swung it around the casket singing some horrible hymn accapella.
Finally at the end of the service the family followed the casket out and that's when I saw Denise and Scotty. Scotty is huge. Tall and big. He's probably just as tall as Little Man and just as big. Denise has gained even more weight and now uses arm braces to walk on. Not good. By the time I got out of the church she was being loaded up in a van to go to the gravesite. I didn't go say hello because it's too much drama to deal with her, but I did try to find Aunt Debbie. Wilson will remember her from our NSync trip. She's the one who's husband was telling Wilson and Kelly about Torrance being the ghetto and something about being mugged. I just remember it was funny. Anyway, I couldn't find her and just ended up leaving. The gravesite burial was for family only and then there was a reception at a ranch on the Midway (towards Durham). I was too physically and emotionally exhausted by then so I went straight home.
This afternoon we went to the movies and saw "State of Play" with Russell Crowe. It was really good. I love a good espionage thriller.
Now we're just watching the end of the Nascar race while we digest our yummy Trader Joe chinese food dinner. I'm so full I'm not sure I could physically move myself off the couch even if I wanted to. Which I don't.
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