Digging out Ghosts (or, when I should be working)

I dug up a few ghosts this week. Like my mom's bad "car-ma" see joannelehman.blogspot.com, I am also discovering a spiritual connection to some things of the past, but I think I must explain.
In the process of packing I've (re)discovered some interesting things. Here is a very short list:
1) Wedding invitations for people I forgot even existed (remember Amy Fickel or Kelly Holcombe?)
2) A bunch of notes from some sort of rhetoric and lit conference (the first page included a whole bunch of stuff on John Locke and about halfway through was a To Do list and the title of a speech I eventually wrote and delivered (and won a contest with)
3) Some sort of detention slip from Ms Clemons regarding my bad behavior caused by lack of sleep :) (one of Amy's solutions was coffee)
4) Boxes of photos, a huge stack of Witmasums and Wombats and tickets and programs from a number of Bluffton plays/musicals
In an attempt to live a feng shui life I tried to be absolutely ruthless in throwing things out (but I didn't get very far) For example, in the above list, I threw out most of the wedding invitations, I kept the notes and the detention slip (if I ever get to scrapbook these will be priceless), I threw out the programs and tickets, and I left the Witmarsums and Wombats for the next time I move (or to show my hypothetical child what college is like). I also learned that I moved and got married ridiculously close to the time I graduated, otherwise most of that stuff would not have made it to Virginia in the first place.
Sigh, living a feng shui life is hard, particularly when your a packrat.

We have agreed on a couch

Okay, so this shouldn't be big news, but when you've spent as many hours couch shopping in the last month as I have this is great news. Like choosing dishes, and silverware, choosing a couch together is something of a dance. We spent lots of time in all the furniture stores, sitting on every couch, often more than once. I have short legs, which I usually fix by wearing big shoes, however, this does not work when it comes to couches. I am apparently abnormal hieght according to most couch manufacturers (and most jean makers, but that's another story), so I don't fit in most couches, by fit I mean that when I sit in them my feet don't touch the ground. So we finally found one that is not too puffy (a requirement for Brandon) and that wasn't in some hideous print (a requirement of both of us) and that I actually fit in. Oh yes, and it had to be in our budget. So given all those criteria I was under the impression that I would be spending every free evening from now until we moved in looking for the perfect couch. But as it turns out, we didn't need to do that. YAY!
I could write more about the furniture shopping adventure but it will have to wait for another day, because Brandon and I were both bumming internet from the laundromat, and he is ready to go. And I need to go to bed.