Rock Climbing

I went to church with Jacob today. It was nice but church always reminds me of my grandparents. As soon as I see little old people coming in and the music is playing...I start to cry. I had to block everything out for the first 20 minutes or so just so I wouldnt be the wierd girl crying in church. I am sure there is a special place in hell for those of us who purposely think dirty thoughts in church. It helped not think about my grandparents. I am horrible, I know.

After church we went to Granite Point and went rock climbing. I did good on the first one, ok on the second, and was pretty much hoisted half way up the third and hardest climb. I am sore, sun burnt, and bruised but it was a great time. Afterwards we went back to Jacobs where he cooked dinner for about 15 of his friends. He made bread from scratch that was so yummy and home made spaghetti sauce. It was really really good.

He cooks, plays guitar, restored a yacht that he lived on for two years and still has, is well read, well traveled, dances, doesnt smoke, and is really really cute. I think I am in big trouble.