One of the few Spice Girls memories I have…

The big thing among my group of friends in junior high was making up clubs. The Cool Girls Club, The Rugrats Club, The Spice Girls Club… Yes, the Spice Girls club. There were initially four of us in the club and we were each one of the girls. My memory’s a bit fuzzy on it, but I seem to remember being dubbed Baby Spice because I was the youngest. I wasn’t a big fan of the group at the time and barely knew any of the songs, but went along with it because that’s what my friends were into.

We played this game for a few days at recess and then one of the other girls in the class wanted to join us. There was one Spice left (Scary Spice) so that’s who she was given. Unfortunately her best friend wanted to join as well upon finding out about it. We had kept it a secret from her because if she knew, she wouldn’t leave us alone until she had been allowed to join. She would immediately try to take over and we’d all end up quitting.

We finally gave in and allowed her to join and made up a sixth girl for her to be. Her bossy side came out almost immediately. Started ordering us around and changing the rules. After about one recess of this, all of us original members quit and formed another club. Of course the other two followed us to that one…and that one collapsed as did all the others…

One more thing, new layout, definitely in need of work. Any suggestions?

Went over to the old house yesterday to finish up the last of the moving process. Most of our things were already gone, we were mainly packing up the last few things (including everything in the refrigerator) and cleaning. I lived there for nearly two years (and my husband’s been there longer), but the nearly empty rooms no longer felt like home. The feeling of detachment that lasted throughout most of the day felt strange because I thought I would be more upset about leaving.

The sadness didn’t hit me until we were making one final check of our old bedroom and we looked out the windows for the last time. I’m going to miss living there, because  it was home for a long time, but it’s good for us to be gone. No more stressing about the cat-hating dog downstairs, the roommate’s bad habits, or the various house-related problems. And we can have a dog of our own at the new house. I might be getting a border collie mix puppy from the humane society, if she’s not adopted out before I call back in an hour or so. I’m quite excited about it, as I haven’t had a dog of my own for a couple of years.