we're not in kansas anymore, toto

or, i'm not in provo anymore, tigger...since i came to wa by myself...and my g'ma has a cat named tigger...who i'm probably allergic to, but luckily stays outside most of the time...

so, i have a feeling that i'm going to have all sorts of great stories for you [anybody who actually reads this] now that i'm off in spokane...

it's only day one, but already i'm finding all sorts of funny goings-on...

didn't go to church today...kind of bad, i know...but i slept in kind of late after the big trip, and then since nickie and david had to get back to slc tonight and were leaving pretty quick my aunt/uncle/cousins came for a little visit...all except kenny...apparently he went to some bar last night with austin and his [austin's] girlfriend paige, but then went off somewhere else with some girl...they couldn't remember her name, but think it starts with a j...haha...anyway, later austin and paige went off to find him...

haha, speaking of drinking...my uncle loves telling this story about one time when he broke his foot just after my mom got home from her mission...he went to the hospital, but they told him he'd have to come back the next day, and sent him off without any pain medication or anything...so he's laying in the living room with his foot up, moaning and whatnot, and my mom comes in and asks if he's okay. he tells her to go get him a 6-pack of beer, and then it won't hurt so bad and he'll go back to sleep. but my mom, the good little mormon convert just off a mission won't of course, but does suggest that she call the missionaries to give him a blessing, or as my uncle says "lay hands on him"...haha... he told her only to call them if they'd stop and bring him the 6-pack. haha...don't think he ever got any beer that night...
and my grandma has what seems to me to be quite a bit of alcohol stashed around the kitchen...not that she's much of a drinker, and i know some/most of it is probably more for cooking...just funny cuz i'm not used to it.

oh, and while i'm checking out the kitchen i realize that she does have a dishwasher, but it looks a bit antique. looked inside, and it's a crazy old-school top loader! there seem to be a lot of empty bottles stashed in there, along with some granola bars and ramen noodles. i'm pretty sure that if it even works, it hasn't been used in forever, except maybe as some extra cupboard space...haha

g-ma has been gone most of the day though. on sundays and thursdays she takes care of this elderly lady...not that my grandma isn't old enough to be elderly herself, but she's only like 78 or something, and the other lady is like 90. plus, my g-ma is suprisingly spry...especially considering the whole post-cancer thing.

she has this quote on the refridgerator:

thank god every morning when you get up that you have something to do that day which must be done, whether you like it or not. being forced to work, and forced to do your best, will breed in you temperance and self-control, diligence and strength of will, cheerfulness and content and a hundred vitrues which the idle never know. work is the best wonder drug ever devised by god.

that is totally my g-ma...i suppose i'll just let you read some of the stuff that happens later, and you'll see what i mean...haha