Archive for July, 2008

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reason Abby is a dork #187

July 20, 2008

The one upside to packing is that it does give one an excuse to look through all the random things that I have deemed worthy of saving over the years. As much as I hate “stuff” I have a strong streak of packrat and therefore every move ends up being a battle between the two. This afternoon, Jess sat down with me and we sorted through several boxes that hadn’t been unpacked since my move a year ago (which says a lot for the usefulness of their contents). Along with pictures from high school banquets, family vacations and the blurry results of my first roll of film taken on the pink vivatar I got for christmas one year I discovered my box of special treasures.

Started at a wee age, this box was supposed to be full of special treasures that I would save until I became an adult. Each item would have a special significance and bring back memories, I would probably treasure it for years and maybe even eventually pass it on to my children. However upon examining its contents, I must say I was indeed a very strange child.

Contents of Abby’s box of treasures:
one canoe like structure made out of gold foil
one plastic medalion from the 1996 Atlanta Olympics
one mini multi-colored slinky
one swimmer registration card from 1995 stating my membership in the Concord Clippers Swim Team
one gummy ball man who at one point may have had the ability to stick to walls
one gold heart pendant missing chain
one plastic medal of unknown origins possibly discovered along the road
one bead bracelet
two beaded necklaces
one plastic necklace which I am pretty sure I chewed on as a child
one plastic prism
one heart shaped rock
one small oval box filled with little stick figures
two balls of wax (one plain and one rolled in broken crayons)

See more normal children collected pretty cards, pins, shells, animals, etc. For example, Jess let me see the box that she has kept since childhood, note the difference.

The two other great finds of the afternoon was this picture of me from elementary school (sometime after second grade, due to my glasses):

Pardon the crappy picture, but seeing as my nice camera is currently on loan and I have no scanner, this is the best I can do. It should be noted the elastic waist jeans sitting well above my belly button, the large glasses, striped shirt, and braided hair. I think what really adds to this picture is the random boy jumping into the picture and my steadfast refusal to acknowledge him. I think this picture really demonstrates the nature of my school years.

The other find I can’t really demonstrate seeing as it an audio experience. We found a cassette tape labeled “Abby’s Everything Tape”, so of course I immediately played it. Turns out in typical 90s manner I had attempted to tape some songs off the radio, however instead of actually taping individual songs I managed to tape 40 sold minutes of the best of U93 pop music. So Jess and I got the pleasure of hearing Backstreet Boys, Cher and Shania Twain and even some authentic radio commercials. All in all it was a very productive afternoon, although I have to admit my room looks way worse now then it did before, but I do have a few boxes packed up!

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I moved the cat to write this entry*

July 19, 2008

Well you see, I noticed the other day that that little calender doohooky on my sidebar seems to be telling me I haven’t updated since June, which granted is pretty silly seeing as it almost through July. But what you can’t see is that I also have a whole bunch of half written saved drafts, although you probably don’t want to see them because in them I mainly write about television and why I haven’t been posting. And nothing says, “stop reading my blog” like yet another post about how you don’t post anymore.

Um well about that one, I don’t really have a good excuse, I guess I just dropped out of the habit. But for the sake of my future self who may, “wonder what on earth was I doing back in July of 08?” here is a brief summary.

First week of July – I went to the beach with Erini and her family, it was amazing. Granted the beach was a day and a half drive away in North Carolina, but it was so worth it. We stayed in one of those condos where you walk down some stairs and over a ramp and there you are, BEACH! So basically I read books, played with Erini’s younger sisters, did half the suduko puzzles in Erini’s suduko book, worked on my tan (watched my freckles connect), swam a lot and wrote some postcards. Oh and I took these pictures.

Second week of July – Though an exciting turn of events which warrants its own post (which doesn’t mean that I actually will write it), I will be moving in 9 days. And no, this won’t be to the tattoo loft of my boyfriend Spike, as I may have informed some of my friends. It is instead to a household connected to the intentional community I have been connecting to for almost a year now. Basically I will share a large old (late 1800s) house with 5 other adults and eat meals together and get to know more of what it means to intentionally share ones life. It is a really exciting thing for me, also rather crazy and a bit sad, seeing as I am leaving a situation that I really love. And despite the house’s location just a few hundred feet away (actually one of the most annoying distances to move) from my current house, this will indeed change things. I will no longer be able to get advice on my outfits from Jess in the morning just by talking through the hole in my closet. I won’t be able to get annoyed at the kitty (she is staying with Jess) for waking me up at 5am, hold on, maybe I won’t miss that. I won’t be able to talk to Erini just by walking down a few steps and I will have less opportunities to indulge in Becca’s amazing suppers. But in the end I have every hope that I will follow the advice to “Make new friends but keep the old, one is silver and the other gold.”

Third week of July – I did some kinda boring, kinda nerdily interesting work for a tech project at the school. I must have some odd connection to large surveys of various forms of jacks. The summer after my sophomore year of college I spent almost 3 months recording and labeling every light switch on campus and also pulling data wires. Now I am helping map and test each data jack in the school building. But thankfully I am being paid almost 2.5 times more now per hour.

Well that kinda updates you on my life, but in case you had any burning question related to this post, the answers are that our couch still smells weird even after spraying it with anti odor stuff; I resisted the urge to get my hair chopped, but only barely; we do have eggs now; I don’t think the boy and I have any non-friend future and it is driving me just a little bit crazy; and I still have seen the rifle range and it really was creepy.

*She likes to cuddle when its hot, or more aptly likes to sit on what you are doing (in this case my typing hands)