Alex and I spent the entire day running around town doing admin stuff like canceling our license plates (thanks for the hot tip, DMV lady from yesterday!). We also did some more packing (by we I mean Alex), eating (me), napping (me), whining (um, that would be me), drinking (me again, hi!) and standing around sighing loudly in the general direction of projects without actually doing them (guess who?).
But alas, all was not lost! I learned a number of valuable lessons today:
1) Digital Cameras are magical, beautiful things. Perhaps even more magical and beautiful than fairies. And possibly babies. Not that I have a fairy or a baby, or a baby fairy, but I’ve seen pictures of both and feel confident in my unqualified assessment. I do miss my traditional SLR; I miss the different lenses and filters and children asking me if they can see the pictures on the back after I take them (I wonder what they would do with a cassette or VHS tape? Hmmm…). But I don’t miss the endless piles of photos filed in drawers.
For the past several months, we’ve been working on a project to transfer all of our in-the-drawer photos (last one taken circa April 2006) to on-the-shelf albums and we’re in the home stretch. I only have about 4 more years on film to go through, and they were all neatly organized by date, trip, and subject until today when I accidentally left the sliding door open and the wind blew them all about, babies crashing into weddings crashing into vacations crashing into holidays. Woosh! Memories all over the floor. Take a look—you might see yourself in that pile somewhere!
2) Pandora Internet Radio QuickMix? Awwwww yeah. Where else can you get Charlie Parker, Tupac, Muse, and Cat Stevens in one set? They’ve been keeping me company during the photos project. Speaking of projects, it’s time for a quote from rock star baby brother (aka Baby Boo):
“Wait… you’re doing a photos project? See, there’s your problem, Sar. You guys have too many damn projects.
Me? I’m just a neanderthal. Point me in a direction and tell me what to do. I don’t want any schematics or spreadsheets or blueprints or project plans, okay? Just tell me what to do and I’ll do it. Shit.”
3) Fuel cost projections are never a good idea in a $4/gallon economy. According to its specs, our moving truck gets 6 miles per gallon. Our trip is about 2200 miles. You do the math (no, not you, Baby Boo. We already know how you feel about spreadsheets. We don’t want to stress you out with too much pre-planning.).
4) Goodwill, our friendly neighborhood donation center, does not accept gym equipment. Probably because they also sell coat racks and clothes drying racks, and most people know that you can buy a coat rack or clothes drying rack much cheaper than a NordicTrak which ultimately serves the same purpose.
5) Apartment ghosts linger after 5 years. Look what Alex found behind my bottom bathroom drawer whilst performing a thorough bathroom cleaning, in which I myself wanted no part:
The pen and Barbie CD case are pretty self-explanatory (although I wonder why it ended up in the bathroom). But take a closer look at the note:
Oh, what does it all mean? What do you guys think? There’s a prize for the best answer. It’s a… combination NordicTrak / coat rack / clothes dryer*!
*You have to pick it up in Denver, though.
It’s kind of disturbing —
Hey, I’ll buy the Nordic Track from you if you’ll drop it off, hmmm? What about that?
I remember a movie by the bold name of Gator Bait which showed a hot Cajun babe in the thick of a bayou (not a metaphor) in which she was hounded by corrupt law officials about something (not that I watched it, mind you. I only knew where it was on the shelves in order to far away from such a rental).
Oh yes, my point. I think you saw that movie, and naturally wanted Desiree (the heroine, naturally) to stop god. (That she was ditzy refers to the last line of the crypt-o-matic message). Oh all right. I don’t really have a point.
P.S. what else of mine was in that bag?? lololol
Busted ! lol
Well it’s obvious Sara. God had been killing off members of this toddler’s family and apparently this little guy was next. His last hope was a message to his soon-to-be liquified sister, Desiree. But it was too late. Before he could finish the note, God busted through the door and let out a ferocious howl. “YOU CAN NOT OUTRUN THE ALMIGHTY!” Bobby looked up and instinctively threw the Barbie CD case at Him. God deflected it with his mind. Bobby tried running into another room but God just stood in the doorway and extended his Go-Go Gadget God arm and grabbed him and liquified him on the spot. Desiree never had a chance.
Either way, I’m sure they’re both dead. Desiree never had a chance.
SEE YOU SOON!!!!
UM..Brandon..yea about that chair!!!!!!!!!!!…….you can run but you cannot hide!!!
Good luck with the big journey out east