We punished our basement with all our moving junk. It was a gigantic maze/mess of boxes with total and utter crap pouring out. I wanted to
1. start a (controlled) bonfire and get rid of it all down there. Or,
2. Lock the door and never go down there again. Pretend like we didn't have a basement.
*There will never be a picture of that mess. Ever.*
I made Jeff promise not to take his family down there when he gave them the tour of the house- made him promise 3 times. He took them down there anyway. Even when I warned them we had a basement monster and a really mean dog that would take a chunk out of their cheeks.
It didn't deter them. I'm still embarrassed.
Clearly, the junk we've got was/is driving me nuts. I headed on down and painfully went through every box, bag, and piece of crap we've accumulated in almost 10 years and half a dozen (at least) moves. It sucked.
I'm not gonna lie to ya- it looks tons better. But it's still a disaster. It's a job that about 2 hours could totally fix and organize. Maybe next weekend.
During this torturous job, I found all kinds of pictures sitting in boxes. It was kinda fun to go through them- some aren't so old but feel ages ago. Ages, man. So I started scanning 'em in.
Or I would have if my 3-in-1 Kodak printer wasn't a complete and total piece of shiz. I resorted to taking pictures of pictures. I know this is lame. I cannot help it.
My apothecary jar is my prop (yes I finally got my jars! Yay!).
A very rare picture of Jeff as a little 'un surfaced. I'm trying to decide if this looks like our boys or not.
A picture here and there of the high school days.
Those choir dresses are so rad. I'm going to bust mine out and wear it on Sunday.
Seriously though- we thought they were fugly even back then.
Many, many a picture of Elder "Anziano" Tremayne.
He looks so young.
There's this one picture he took of a public "squatter" toilet, and there's a giant piece a .. . never mind.
Engagement pictures gallore.
Aw. Anyone else wish they could redo a few things on their big day? Like their hair? Oh, that's just me.
Oooh, that rad apartment in Provo. With the nast-asty shag pee-yellow carpet. Thems were the days. Serious poverty, hand-me-down furniture, no dryer, no dishwasher . . .
Hey-- we were happy.
The cruise we went on with my family.
This pics are thanks to Alyssa, who so kindly gave me her camera 'cause she was getting a better one. Who gives their camera away?? I ask you? Well, Alyssa does. Thanks, girl.
What a bunch of dumb drunks.
A Halloween from yesteryear.
And a not so long ago when I was mother of two.
("Psst, Mom! You've got it easy with just 2! Take advantage!")
She doesn't hear me.