Monday, March 31, 2008

It's Recycling Day!

I wandered back through the early days of my bloggage, and this is what I found. I got the jewelry back from Ali eventually, and we no longer have an internet camera. Britney Spears' Overprotected is not on my computer any more. Tess is now eleven, and would still tell me to quit bugging her. And finally, I am a couple months from another big move, and thus am having the nightmares and angst and gut aches that are moving...

Zeke's internet camera...

For some reason I find this little camera lens creepy. It has a little door that you can slide across the lens, and I feel the need to close it when I am at the computer. It just seems like someone is watching me, even though A) it's not on and B) who would want to watch me reading and typing?


I want my London jewelry. I realize you are one of my favorite nieces, and you have excellent taste in jewelry,but it's mine... I knew I should have checked your mom's suitcase...

Listening to Britney through headphones

Creeped me out. I am at the computer, listening to music through the headphones so Mark can hear the TV, and Overprotected by Britney Spears came on. (Don't ask why that song is downloaded onto my computer. That's not the point.) There is a lot of whispering and bouncing from speaker to speaker, and it was kinda sorta creepy. Like mindcontrol stuff, know what I mean?
The next song is Girl All the Bad Guys Want by Bowling for Soup, and I really like it. Zach hates it. But it has lyrics like :'her CD changer's full of singers who are mad at their dad". What's to hate?
Also current favorite are the Black-Eyed Peas. Yeahyeahyeahyeahyeahyeahyeahyeah

Someone on a blog reminded me of John Prine's "Your flag decal won't get you into heaven anymore"... always a good song to hear when you tire of excessive patriotism displayed by people with more truck than brains...

She's EIGHT!

But she says she still feels seven. And then says quit bugging her. So, even though Tess is now eight, she's still Tess. And she's excited about her new go-cart. I will take pictures of her riding it today and post them here, so you can see what I mean. Of course, she is also thrilled with her new Action Man, who is on roller blades and carrying a big wicked sword. He is wearing a helmet, but, really, how safety conscious can you be if you roller blade with an enormous sharp dangerous object?
Hold Baggage.

A bunch of stuff left today. It said there was a much nicer family down the block and was going to live with them from now on. Or a couple of Dutch guys came and put it in boxes and then in a smallish crate and drove off with it. Same guys who unloaded our stuff three years ago, actually. One of them went to school with the lady next door. The Netherlands really is a small country.

Dishes. Pillows and bedding. TV and computer. X-Box and 31 game discs. Legos. Toys. Golf clubs and roller blades. Tools, tape, flashlight. Folding camp chairs. Stuff.

I hate moving. I especially hate the last month of a move. I walk around feeling slightly nauseated and for some reason slightly hunched over. This last part could be imagination on my part, but still. I will also now be clutching a small bright red book so that I can write down those random thoughts of stuff I still gotta do. Probably not a pretty sight.


  1. Moving is a huge item in your life isn't it Julie? It would scare me, you know, every time you get familiar with a place, you have to pack up and go again? I mean, from the desert to the pole? You are one brave woman you know!

  2. Thanks, Jientje! But I have been doing it for so long it feels normal, not brave.

    Plus I am not doing it alone...every time I move I take my husband, who is my best friend. Having him going through it all with me makes it very much easier.

  3. I stuck a piece of blu-tak over the lens of the 'cam' because it was creeping me out..

    *cue spooky music* de do deo do deo de do etc etc etc

    cheers kim

  4. I like you. I really, really like you. I just hope your move goes well and you'll not be interrupted too much here, on your blog.


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