Reno

I spent the last weekend with my grandparents. They aren't actually in Reno, they are just over the mountain from Lake Tahoe, but we definately weren't in Lake Tahoe. We are about an hour and a half south of Reno, just about ten minutes north of the California border. It was fun to visit with my grandparents, but sometimes it is hard because we are at completely different places in our lives. All the people we met out there were retired (ok, not all, but most), and sometimes it was hard to carry on a conversation. My grandma is a very opinionated person (fyi, she's actually my mom's stepmother) and my grandfather just is happy you are there and doesn't say much. I was very happy that I brought five books to keep me busy, but I still went a little insane not having anyone to talk to. My cell phone also doesn't get reception at their house. Good news is that they took me clothes shopping and now I have new clothes.
My baby sister (who happens to be fifteen) came too. It is definately fun when you realize that can pretty much get her to do anything you want. Anything I told her she should buy, she did. One more good thing, she did look good in the things I told her to buy. We had to wear something cool to a picnic we went to, so I had her try on some of my capris. She found a pair she liked and decided to wear it. While she was changing, my grandma complained that she couldn't even get my sister to try on a pair at the store. Ah the joys of being an older sister. Of course, if we even lived close it would be easier to influence her, but maybe part of the magic is that I only see her about twice a year for three days to a week. Still, it was fun to realize I had that much power.