Five posts from one blog match this tag. Yep, it’s me. Just me.
WTF?! I’m cool with that, though. More traffic for me.
One Year Ago
As Erk reminded me a few days ago, Aaron and I moved into our house exactly one year ago Monday.
I still wish I’d kept the digital camera handy during the move, so I could have taken pictures of the perfectly-packed 24-foot giant U-Haul, or the inside of our empty apartment, or the all-volunteer moving crew at their complimentary Easystreet lunch.
I do have some other pictures of interest, though:
Our house, at inspection time (February 2004)
The aftermath of getting the U-Haul stuck in the mud across the street from our new house
Our living room, after we got the furniture in place, one year before we got the widescreen TV
So, yeah. Happy one year in the house to us! (Only 29 more years of house payments to go…)
Even More Linky Love!
This one’s a first: I’ve never been to this person’s website before now, so it’s not just a reciprocal link (i.e. ‘thanks for linking to me’). Michelle must have found my site from *somewhere*, and thought it blogworthy enough to blogroll. That’s my link, there, circled, right above the link to Dooce.
That’s pretty cool.
Being in someone’s blogroll is cool, I mean, not necessarily being listed next to Dooce. Although that’s pretty cool, too.
Thanks, Michelle! I appreciate the shout-out. It makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside. (Or maybe I’m just getting Aaron’s cold.)
Holy Big-Screen, Batman!
Courtesy of Sheryl, for a whopping $800: a 55″ Mitsubishi widescreen TV. Not pictured: Kenwood surround sound system (ProLogic).
Anyone who knows how big that damn orange lamp is can truly appreciate the scope and magnitude of our new purchase. Holy shit.
Blue Funk
I’ve been in one hell of a down mood today. I’m still exhausted from yesterday’s drumcorps rehearsal (90 minute drive to Clawson, another hour in a carpool up to Attica, six-hour rehearsal, then an hour of wrapping-up and eating of pizza, then an hour of riding back to my car and another hour and a half drive home).
But, on top of being severely tired, I had another fucked-up dream last night, which sent me for a tailspin all day. I’ll tell you what, I am getting mighty tired of these dreams where I end up romantically involved (or almost) with someone who isn’t Aaron, and then I wake up feeling guilty and wondering what it all means.
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