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April 04, 2003

Brrrr.

I like winter, but this is getting a little old. It was almost 70 degrees last Saturday, and now it's freezing. My poor mom says she already has a foot of snow at her house, and there's more on the way. It's April! There are crocuses blooming all over my front yard! Now I'm worried that they'll all be dead. I wanted to enjoy them for longer than a week, damn it. It sleeted and such all day today, and is supposed to do the same tomorrow. I went to the grocery store after work, so that I won't have to leave the house at all tomorrow. Hell, I don't even have to get dressed if I don't feel like it! I also bought the extended Fellowship of the Ring on DVD, so I will be entertained in my slothful laziness tomorrow. Yay!

I've had the Cold That Will Not Die all week -- massive fits of sneezing, and that horrid tickling that makes your eyes water, and coughing, and fever... oh, joy. I had too much to do to stay home sick, so I dragged myself in to work every day. The only thing that got me out of bed this morning was the knowledge that tomorrow, I can sleep as late as I please.

And now, the Friday Five:

1. How many houses/apartments have you lived in throughout your life?

Hmmm. 17, I think. We moved a lot when I was a kid. I've lived in Illinois (born there, in fact), Michigan, Wisconsin, Vermont, and Massachusetts. It may even be more places; I don't know if we moved many times when I was a baby. The earliest place I remember was North Aurora, Illinois -- a townhouse. I remember two things about that place clearly -- falling down the stairs with my Weebil house, and the big kids at the playground teaching me to say "shit." I also remember my mom washing my mouth out with soap when I tried that one out on her. Heh.

2. Which was your favorite and why?

Oh, I don't know. I remember the house we lived in in Aurora, Illinois (not the aforementioned townhouse) fondly because it was huge, and had cool dormer windows in the bedrooms. I liked the first apartment we lived in in Vermont -- it was a gorgeous old house, and the landlord and his wife were very friendly, as were our neighbors. And I loved the second house in Vermont, because it had a finished basement. My room was down there, so it was like I had my own little domain. Until my brother, his first wife, and their kids moved in, that is. It was way out in the middle of nowhere. We used to see deer all the time, and once, while waiting for a date to come pick me up, we heard coyotes howling near the house. Spooky.

3. Do you find moving house more exciting or stressful? Why?

Oh, God, I hate moving. It costs too much, and is entirely too much work. Packing and lugging things and more packing and cleaning and then the lugging and unpacking... I hate it, every second of it.

4. What's more important, location or price?

Alas, price. I am a poor girl, you see. I don't care so much about location -- right now, I just wish I could afford to live by myself. I like my roommate, but I want my own space.

5. What features does your dream house have (pool, spa bath, big yard, etc.)?

Oooh, a spa bath. Yes, please. A pool would be nice. I want a big kitchen -- mine is the size of a postage stamp -- and a porch, with a porch swing. I also want space for a garden.

Posted by Mary Ellen at April 4, 2003 11:22 PM

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Posted by: Kelli at April 10, 2003 01:41 PM

Posted by: Mary Ellen at April 10, 2003 03:27 PM