Some strange and cool things I've found while unpacking my apartment
Some cool and some odd things I've found going through boxes as I unpack my apartment:
- my "positive" pregnancy test from December 1994
(RIGHT next to)
- the cocktail menu from La Nouvelle Justine, a Bondage/S&M themed restaurant in Manhattan that I went to once with some friends
- a poem my mom wrote to my dad when she was in high school
- a full sheet of notebook paper handwritten out (a letter, clearly) in phonetic spelling... for example, "Hello" at the beginning is written (in cursive, no less) as "Aycheeeleloh"... it's clearly something either I wrote to Rob or he wrote to me, because it's signed something like "W[?]eapotamus" which is similar to the ridiculous nicknames we had for each other... but I can't quite make out the letters because it's in kind of strangled cursive.
- my monkey puppet, Sam, who I've had since I was a very, very, very small child (baby?) and who I used to refer to as my best friend.
- a photo of someone's dog's belly
- a copy of the (only?) issue ever published of our underground newspaper in high school (I'll scan it and post it later).
- a card written to Rob and I from Sonia... that made me sniffle. She died about a month after Dominic was born (she was basically my second mom).
- a whole point-of-purchase display box of mood rings, with 27 rings still in it, along with the slips of paper that decipher what "mood" the colors mean.
- a plastic compartmented box (like for beads) with dried rosebuds in each compartment. I've had these since I was 14 or so. I no longer remember what they mean.
- a stack of very oddly packaged dental floss packs (they're like... credit card sized/shaped...? they say flossfirst.com on them and that website promotes them as a unique way to promote your business... by handing out branded dental floss business cards. Odd.
- an official, raised-seal copy of a death certificate for a hotel chef in Minnesota, who was born in Russia to Polish parents in 1893, and who died in 1948. The certificate itself is from October 7, 1977. I have no idea who the person named on it is.
...and the boxes continue (they're coming tomorrow to bring the washer and dryer, and to fix the dishwasher, and to deliver some furniture, so I really really need to get a lot of boxes moved, because right now none of that stuff is accessible.)
And yes, I'll get to writing up the rest of the stuff about moving down here, and my time at the kind of skeevy motel, and getting a job and finding an apartment and all of that. I just haven't had time.
- my "positive" pregnancy test from December 1994
(RIGHT next to)
- the cocktail menu from La Nouvelle Justine, a Bondage/S&M themed restaurant in Manhattan that I went to once with some friends
- a poem my mom wrote to my dad when she was in high school
- a full sheet of notebook paper handwritten out (a letter, clearly) in phonetic spelling... for example, "Hello" at the beginning is written (in cursive, no less) as "Aycheeeleloh"... it's clearly something either I wrote to Rob or he wrote to me, because it's signed something like "W[?]eapotamus" which is similar to the ridiculous nicknames we had for each other... but I can't quite make out the letters because it's in kind of strangled cursive.
- my monkey puppet, Sam, who I've had since I was a very, very, very small child (baby?) and who I used to refer to as my best friend.
- a photo of someone's dog's belly
- a copy of the (only?) issue ever published of our underground newspaper in high school (I'll scan it and post it later).
- a card written to Rob and I from Sonia... that made me sniffle. She died about a month after Dominic was born (she was basically my second mom).
- a whole point-of-purchase display box of mood rings, with 27 rings still in it, along with the slips of paper that decipher what "mood" the colors mean.
- a plastic compartmented box (like for beads) with dried rosebuds in each compartment. I've had these since I was 14 or so. I no longer remember what they mean.
- a stack of very oddly packaged dental floss packs (they're like... credit card sized/shaped...? they say flossfirst.com on them and that website promotes them as a unique way to promote your business... by handing out branded dental floss business cards. Odd.
- an official, raised-seal copy of a death certificate for a hotel chef in Minnesota, who was born in Russia to Polish parents in 1893, and who died in 1948. The certificate itself is from October 7, 1977. I have no idea who the person named on it is.
...and the boxes continue (they're coming tomorrow to bring the washer and dryer, and to fix the dishwasher, and to deliver some furniture, so I really really need to get a lot of boxes moved, because right now none of that stuff is accessible.)
And yes, I'll get to writing up the rest of the stuff about moving down here, and my time at the kind of skeevy motel, and getting a job and finding an apartment and all of that. I just haven't had time.