My Photojojo Time Capsule for October 26th to November 9th, 2007.

R.I.P. Barney, and the family photo that started it all.

My Photojojo Time Capsule for October 9th to October 23rd, 2007.

All the kitties in cages. Guess it was flea spraying time. And the awesome, awesome, awesome cremation kit from Todd & Whitney.

James and I are enjoying an IM date of Cure after Cure after Cure, just like old times. Cure Sundays. I’m in nostalgia overload. I want nothing more to be in his old darkened bedroom burning Morning Star incense and singing and dancing and laughing and loving.

While cleaning and rearranging the office today I came across my box of Jared memories; notes and letters and pictures and silly things. I couldn’t resist sitting down and going through it all, and now I feel sad and a little weird and uncomfortable.

James and I used to stay up all night to be able to catch Xuxa. Her show came on around 5 or 6 or something ridiculously early. She was hilarious.

James, remember how she used to beat up the kids and push them all around? LOL.

Thanks, dlisted!

I’ve taken forever to respond to Heidi’s meme, but here goes:

Rules:
Once tagged, you must link to the person who tagged you. Then post the rules before your list, and list 8 random things about yourself. At the end of the post, you must tag and link to 8 other people, visit their sites, and leave a comment letting them know they’ve been tagged.

1. I love re-arranging furniture. I do it a few times a year. And I get quite obsessive about it. (case in point - yesterday I moved an upstairs couch downstairs and a downstairs couch upstairs. All by myself. Because I needed it to be done NOW!)
2. Lima Beans are my favorite soup vegetable.
3. I saw Janet Jackson in concert in 1990.
4. I used to try to eat a salad once a year. I failed every time and ended up retching. I have since given up on this quest.
5. When I was a kid we had cages of rabbits in the back. I liked to lock myself in the cages with them and pretend to be a rabbit.
6. I met my soul mate in the sixth grade. He has been my most beloved friend for 18 years now.
7. Since childhood, I have had at least 20 different varieties of pets.
8. I had the chickenpox twice.

(more here)

Now, let’s see if I can come up with 8 friends who blog.

I tag After Dark, Diapers, Budgets, & Paint, Neomodernist, The Stumptown Chronicles, Superglue Gumshoe, Wasting Time, We Should Grow You, and You Love It!.

(I’m gonna skip the whole visit-your-site-and-tag-you part of this ‘cuz it’s just not my style)

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When I got home from school, my dad would fill a page on his legal pad with questions, math problems, and globe assignments. I would have to complete all of these before I could even start my school-assigned homework.

Those encyclopedias were a xmas present one year. I loved reading them. And I still have the globe I got for xmas when I was 7. The same year I got my beloved My Little Pony Paradise Estate and my first alarm clock, a Sony Dream Machine.

I asked for weird stuff as a child.

Today I ventured down to the basement to do some laundry. I don’t usually go down there. It’s pretty gross. Between Jared’s stuff, Scott Chapman’s dead animal storage, and just general below-sea-level-basement nastiness, it is just not somewhere I care to be. Most of the time I get Jared to do the laundry, but he was napping and I was in a cleaning mood.

I was down there for all of a few seconds when I looked down and saw a flea on my leg. And then another. And then another. For a total of eight. Needless to say, I was not a happy little girl. If you know anything about me, you know I don’t do well with blood-sucking bugs.

It instantly made me think of my childhood.

You see, I grew up with a lot of pets. And not just dogs and cats, a variety of pets. Deer, rabbits, raccoons, squirrels, quail, a parrot, snakes, turtles, fish, iguanas, you name it. And fleas were a constant battle around the house. These were the days before the once-a-month flea treatments.

My father, knowing how much bugs loved to suck my blood, would use me as a tester. A fly paper of sorts. After spraying the basement for fleas, he would have me walk around the perimeter, and then come back up to inspect my legs. If there were no fleas, all was well. If I was covered in fleas (the usual case) he would hose me down with water to get them off (literally - with the hose). Ahhh, such a glorious childhood I had.

I was actually restricted from the pool once because they thought I had chicken pox. My parents had to call and confirm it was just flea bites. Some things never change.

The recently uprooted Crackers moves to its new location today, which also happens to be its 9th birthday.