They’re the second coolest demographic on our carbon-based planet. Why are they so cool? Because they’ve got so much god damn information to give that no matter what question you ask them, they can give it to you from fifty different people’s perspectives. Any situation you’ve experienced in your short pathetic life-span is something they’ve experienced in a worse, better, of different way three times over. I wish that I could somehow preserve what my grandma has to say, because I would own a greater search engine and reference site than Google & Wikipedia combined. And it would somehow be ten times more accurate and less accurate at the same time.

My mom had to jet after she dropped me off at Metro Campus today – she had a home meeting. As such, who do my eyes greet outside the door on my way out after testing? Grams! Now, anytime I’ve got to rely on my grandma for a ride my face takes on this appearance featuring a weird grin. It’s half-disappointment, because it means the rides going to be long and it’s going to be dangerous. It means I’m going to have to be her eyes. But god forbid I ever drive her car! Anyways, the panic calms a little once we’re finally on the interstate or highway, which ever comes first. But this is also the time she goes into story-mode.

Today’s collective facts mount up to her childhood in San Bernadino, an uncle that didn’t go to law school but passed the Tennessee Bar Exam and then helped Utah become a state. That’s the short version, it gets much longer and branches out into one hundred other stories at the same time.

It’s really too much to keep track of but she does, somehow…

P.S. – There’s a 20% chance of showers for the evening of August 23rd. But that doesn’t matter, ’cause Grandma said it’s going to rain…