Well I just got home from my grandma's funeral and I don't have any pictures. Yes I brought my camera, but it never left my backpack. oops. Things went well, it started off with me convincing my boss that I could pull things off this weekend without actually being there and me driving down to Utah. The plan was to bring all my dirty laundry to the house, wash it and only take to California what I was going to wear. Well, I got there to late and we left too early so I ended up taking my gigantic summit duffel completely packed with clothes for a 2 day trip to California. Then in the car I got to play business woman and make tons of phone calls and get things situated for when I was gone. We got to my grandma's house and my cousins Beth and Yvonne and my brother Bruce and my mom were there. They had bought tons of ice cream, reeses peanut butter cups, York patties, and a chocolate moose cake. yum! We chatted for a while, ate dinner and went to bed. The next morning the funeral started at 10. However my watch was still on Idaho time so when I woke up at 9:30 I freaked out to see every one else still not ready. It was only 8:30 though and everything went surprisingly smooth. We had some gorgeous flower arrangements and my grandma had a cute casket that had pink lining with flowers embroidered. I don't think I like open casket funerals. I like to remember the person for who they are to me. Not laying with a straight face and discolored skin in a box. That's not my grandma. I just don't like it. Maybe it gives some people closure though. Being in her house without her was enough closure for me. My mom was supposed to sing a duet in the beginning but the lady that was singing with her has the flu. So Bruce, Sterling and I were forced to get up and sing with her right there on the spot. And in case anyone was wondering I have a sore throat and can barely talk...let alone sing and hit notes! But believe it or not my mom has done more embarrassing things than that to me so I got up and we gave it our best effort. Then it was sharing time and my mom got up first. I was planning on sharing but my mom started to cry and it started me and I decided I couldn't do it. Then Sterling got up and he made me laugh so I decided I'd better get up there after him. So has any one ever heard of that directors tactic where they have funny parts of the movie/play right before the sad because if they can get your laughing emotions going they can play off of the fact that you've let your guard down and there's a better chance that you'll cry? Well I'm here to tell you that it's true. I got up and shared a few childhood things and then some more recent memories and lost it at the microphone. I've never been able to do that before. Normally if I start to feel like I'm going to cry I'll close and sit down. Yesterday however I just kept going. Beth even handed me a tissue. I did a couple of other things I usually don't do yesterday to. I got into my mom's makeup bag and I put a bunch of it on before the funeral. Well, I guess it wasn't a lot for most people, but it was the most I've ever put on myself. I wore some coverup because I broke out on my chin and I have dark circles under my eyes (as if coverup really helps that), mascara, eye shadow, eye liner and a little bit of blush. It was kind of fun. Anyways, moving right along. My mom sang a really good solo of the Lord's prayer. She's sung that song forever. I think she has perfected it. After the funeral we had a luncheon and took some pictures and everyone went back to my grandma's house and did paper work and official stuff for hours! We also did a little sorting and giving away of grandma's stuff. I hung out with Beth's kids most of the day but I had a really bad stomach ache so I wasn't too much fun. Then at about 9:30 when everyone left, Sterling and I picked up a couple of his friends and went to anglers Lake and went fishing. We didn't catch anything but it was fun to hang out with Sterling. He knows quite a little bit about fishing and has decided he really likes to teach it. I left at about 11 and he stayed the night there with his friends. I have to admit, I was a little worried about him. When I left his friends were soaking mini marshmallows in lighter fluid, putting them on the end of a stick, lighting them on fire and flinging them. I'm really glad I'm not 15 anymore. We left for Utah early this morning and got home a little after 7. I'll go back to Idaho tomorrow after I take care of a few things here. I left Kona in Idaho with a man named Don. I hope she's ok. I'm sure he'd call if there was a problem. Ok, I know this is really long. Sorry, I hope Brian's not reading it. He hates long stories about other people...oh well though. My throat hurts when I try to talk so it's actually somewhat soothing to be able to communicate painlessly.