summer nights. ice cream. nostalgia.

Sometimes I fall asleep while watching Bollywood films at approximately 8pm, then I wake up an hour later, get ice cream, watch Slumdog Millionaire, and then "go to bed".

But it's now 2:47am.

I'm in bed alright, but I am very much not asleep. So I'm thinking about what outfit to wear salsa dancing on Friday night, and I'm looking up my old house on google maps.  Which looks like this:

This place has only fond memories for my family. Well, except for that one time when a cougar walked through our backyard. But other than that, the reputation is squeaky clean. When we moved in the house was chocolate milk brown, but when we got back from our trip to Germany (mom, oma, and the kids) dad had painted it white with dark green trim. Dad was a big project guy (which I LOVE), so plants frequently were transplanted (mom helped out with that a lot), the deck got a makeover, and he planted a rose garden along the back side of the house attached to the deck, which was all fenced in and beautiful. Lots of dear came to this place, and I think I remember hearing that dad once went out and peed on one of the fruit trees so the deer wouldn't eat the fruit. Umm... I guess it worked with coyote urine so why not his? Yeah, that's my dad for you. Man, this was just a fun place to live. And looking back at this picture of it, it's kind of an awesome, gorgeous place. I'd love living on some property like this. I mean, the back was a little less than desirable, but it was mostly awesome. 

Okay, the end. I need to make myself go to sleep and stop being all full of nostalgia.