I Was Wrong

They aren't Yellows at all, they just appeared that way after the first driving day because they were so much fun. After they took the test, it actually made sense that the Jewish boy was a White, with heavy secondary blue, and Buddhist was a Blue.

Our beautiful Blue (yes, light blue) Marina died in Livingston, Montana. So we rented Bob, the white Impala to finish the journey. After Marina, he was AMAZING. But then a change of plans did more than just drop me of in Idaho - I then hopped right back in the car and headed south with my parents toward California for my Grandaddy's funeral. We stayed the first night in my ol' hometown of Sandy, Utah - where I actually was amazing enough to pull off a get together of four of my favorite Sandy, Utah people, plus one of my favorite spouses of old friends. The first two showed up, and we had a great talk. I excitedly realized we are all doing exactly what we had hoped to do when we "grew up" or at least within the "5 year plan." One is saving the world through his band, one through her motherhood (3rd is on the way) and me though my job - in the Northwest no less.

Then today, as we stopped for lunch in St. George to see my sister, we changed plans again, and I got to stay and see my sister for a few days! It's Sas and I making trouble in the south. WAHOOO!!!

The trip is still great!

P.S.
Grandaddy's passing is one of those, good he's out of pain now kind. And I will see all those family members next week, so this is not a drop responsibility to play kind of thing. This is maximizing family time.