Nostalgia

[timothytg]

I have been in the process of rearranging my apartment. Instead of having my elliptical machine in my guest bedroom, I decided to move it to my storage room. What does that mean? Well, for one I had to move my storage out of said room.
So I've been going through old boxes, reorganizing, repacking, seeing things I haven't since well before I moved to Menomonie, etc.
Any-hoo I saved my boxes of photos (either from Mom or from random other events that I took pictures at) for near the end, so I would have something to look forward to.
I learned several things going through the photos.

• My great-grandparents (on my father's father's side) were married at least 65 years. (A photo had "65th Wedding Anniversary" on the back and dad was able to confirm this was possible).
  
• My mother was amazing at keeping track of my life. I have a baby book. I have pictures from every birthday from 1-18(-ish). I have pictures from Halloween from 2-15(-ish). I have pictures from basically all points of my life.
  
• Apparently, despite my memory, I did not wear my "big-ass" pumpkin costume two Halloween's in a row. Though, I may have worn it for "The biggest pumpkin" program in elementary school (this was in my "baby book" as something I participated in.)
  
• I still greatly miss my friend I lost. Sandy was an angel.
  
• I have plenty of pictures ready for Mike's wedding. Don't ask now, but if you're there be sure to find me.
  
• Despite my sincere hatred of a certain Dan, he was really great to me in High School.
  
• There is someone that jaded me and I, apparently, still have feelings for her. Otherwise I don't feel that looking at pictures of her would raise so much ire in me.
  
• There are a lot of people that I am related to that I do not know the names of.
  
• I have a deeper interest in my family tree than I thought I did. (Despite having to my great-grandparents on both sides, thanks again mom.)
  
• I should look into buying a scanner and organizing all of my photos. (And sharing, of course.)
  
• Poy-poy, b*tch.
  

Anyway, time to shove all of my trading cards into boxes, and then shove those boxes into a closet.