my parents sold my house which is sad for me but good for them. apparently really old farm houses are not the easiest to upkeep. here it is! aww, so many good times. off to the porch there used to be a tree that we could climb to break into the upstairs (kinda obvious, but less so if we went into the side window which was sort of hidden by the tree). there are actually about a billion other ways to break into it but maybe i'll save that until after my family actually moves out. porch swing, leaded windows, fireplace, laundry chute, butler's pantry and lots of tiny rooms. old old! my closet was like, a less than half closet, because farmers don't really need closet space! and here's rocky rocky our rockin rocking chair, upon which cindy the bear normally sits adorned in whatever festive clothing is most appropriate given the date. i will say that i have not in years approved of the hotel-like appearance our house took, marked first by painting my room an off white from its original lovely lilac followed by almost every room also becoming white.
AND, i found another set of albums online, just as cool as the photobucket ones. here's some of officemate and me from a mardi gras party, here's one of lauren who has read this blog at least once (and kinda stephanie and jason in there too), another of her and stephanie who i predict will read this post after i send it to her, and here are some of a bunch of housemates plus that dude from peru. and kelly. no haley, lea, kat, jason, chad, george (was he there then? the george sighting log was only at like 7 when he moved out), sarah c (if she was there?), stephanie. am i missing people?
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