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I had a pretty good weekend although driving miles and miles and miles was not really something I was into when it was stormy and horrible weather. And Josh was sick, so I was all by myself. I hate driving. I hate snow and wind and rain. I hate the Tacoma Narrows bridge when there's 40 mph gusts. And the ferry when there's 50 mph gusts.

I got to hang out with my cousins Friday and Saturday, that was awesome. We played games and went out to lunch. Saturday night I hung out with Justin and some friends and we reminisced about his dad and good memories. Sunday I ate breakfast with the 'Rents and helped my gramma with some geneology stuff - she is finally finding out some info about my grampa's side of the family which we really don't know a lot about (besides that his parents moved from Kansas to Washington State during the Depression).

Then I saw Matt and D's new little baby boy, very cute.

I was reading my great-gramma's notes about moving out of Kansas "out west" in search of food and a place to live, and to get away from dust - and I was like hmmm, if the Great Depression hits us again, I really can't move farther out west. Like, I could move to Hawaii or Japan I guess...