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So I just realized that I've lived in my house (the one that *I* own) longer than I've lived anywhere in my life. This is amazing to me because I did not grow up in a family that moved around a lot. I believe there was an apartment when I was a wee child but then the house on 33rd Ave was until I was 10 years old, the house we built until I launched about 9 years later, a few years away at college, a few more in an apartment after graduation and then my current house. I've been here 12 years. I find that just weird!

Gradeschool reported to me that he gave blood to have his type tested but now claims that the woman doing it, lost his sample and therefore, he will have to have it done again. I can't believe it. I did talk to a friend of mine who also knows him, turns out that his wife and my friend's mother were friends. This friend of mine is such a gossip, she's going to talk to her mom and get the scoop on this woman.