We get a tour of their house; we had not been there before since they bought it. It is a very nice home. We get to sleep in the basement (fully finished) where there is tons of room and a bathroom across from our room. Their house is made for family gatherings, with the basement totally open and spacious. Our little trailer pales in comparison. I'm glad they have such a wonderful place to live. They were "renting" out the other bedroom in the basement to a young woman who had just moved there and was teaching school. She was looking for an apartment to move into. They had known her for a long time; more family than friend.
We found out that Mark, Patricia, Alicia (daughter) and her husband, Blake are die hard watchers of the TV show, "Biggest Losers". I watched it with them the first week but it just wasn't my type of show. It was funny to watch them and talk about the people on the show. Alicia would always bring over her dog; who barks at everyone and everything. It was funny the way they tried to keep him from barking.
Because Mark and Patricia both taught school, we had the whole day to ourselves. We got access to the Internet and would make use of the basement with the table and chairs. Well, we actually took over the basement and just left all of our junk lying around on the table and in the bedroom.
Drew went with the gang to a high school rival football game. The high school he graduated from was playing the rival high school he had growing up. Does that make sense? Anyway, his team won. I didn't want to go and sit that long, so I had some quiet time alone.
We had some work done on the car, which means more $$. Our nephew owns his own garage, so we had him do the work. He does a good job.
We made sure to go out and get spaceburgers. That is a must when we go to Pocatello. I was introduced to them the first time I went up to Idaho to visit with Drew. They are so yummy. We have a family tradition to always stop and get one when we visit. It is basically a sandwich made with bread that has seasoned meat, cheese and lettuce, then they press it with some type of machine that browns it and makes it round. They have several varieties, but we always get the "regular" ones.
Patricia invited me to go to a beading party. At first I thought she said "beating" party. Alicia was hosting it, and it was being held at the store. I thought that was interesting. I went with them and was surprised to see all the beads they had and was just totally lost. I chose a few things, but I had no clue what I was doing. I was tired and my back was starting to hurt, walking around the table looking at all the beading items. We were making watches but I was still clueless. Babbs, Patricia's good friend helped me out. She took pity on me and picked out the things I needed and helped me to put it together. I actually put it together, she was helping me to see if it looked nice and whether one item worked better than another. With her help I was able to get my watch completed. It turned out really pretty and I'm thinking I might make other bands to change out with the original one. I had a fun night and enjoyed the beading.
We were able to spend time with his brother Brian and his wife Kim. They invited us over for a meal. It was very good. We then played cards; men against the women and of course the women lost. It's not often we win. We were invited over to Stephanie's (sister) house for dinner. She made a yummy soup, which I got the recipe for. We enjoyed visiting with her.
We enjoyed our time with family but it was time to return to Mom's to finish the trailer and be on our way. We had planned to stay longer, but we didn't know how long it would take us to finish up with the trailer. So we say our goodbyes and head for Utah. The area we are in has lots of volcanic rocks around. You can see several extinct volcano's around the area and lots of lava rocks along the highway. It is only a 3-4 hour drive, we stop once at the rest area just over the Utah border. It's good to get out and stretch my body, especially my legs. We get to Utah around 1 p.m.


























































