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Life in pictures

In the process of moving I've been going through boxes in our walk-in closet. These are boxes that we brought with us in our move four years ago and have never once looked at in the interim.

Yeah, we're like that. Ok, I'm like that. Put it away and never think of it. Avoidance behavior is an art form with me.

According to a friend in California, I run from conflict. Ok, boxes aren't exactly conflict but I avoid things I don't want to deal with. You know that whole stick-my-head-in-the-sand routine in hopes that whatever it is will go away?

Yeah, that rarely happens. The going away part I mean. I spend so much time down there that my entire head is now filed with sand, which explains why I've lost the ability to accomplish anything lately.

But I digress. The boxes. They're full of interesting things like years-old baggies of tums that have semi-deconstructed into powder. I found a bag of soy nuts, single socks, saltines, old bills (both paid and unopened), the hospital bill for Allison when she nearly died from meningitis at five months of age, and pictures. LOTS of pictures.

I've spent the past two hours looking through my life, before marriage, the wedding, before children and after children. There is one thing that I've come to understand with perfect clarity and that I'm ugly.

And now, back to packing.


  1. Oh Please!!! sigh. Don't let your hubby see you wrote that...

  2. He already knows :)

  3. You're not ugly at all! And you have gorgeous offspring to prove it!

    I hadn't heard that you are moving back -- great news for us up here! With a primary calling and some trips I haven't heard the new gossip yet. It will be great to see you all.

  4. Oooh, you'd be surprised what's happened to me in the last four years. It's not purdy. I'm more like the crypt keeper now--but you're right about my children. They're gorgeous! (not that I'm biased or anything)

    The moving truck comes tomorrow....soooooo not ready.


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