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Tuesday, March 23, 2010
Google Earth
I downloaded Google Earth and then proceeded to try to find the homes of everyone I know on it. Some photos came up clear and some couldn't be seen at all. My current home showed up with a little work. If the exact address is not on the satellite's list you have to go up and down the street a while, then maybe turn around to find it.
This is the house Wayne and I had built when we lived in Boise, Idaho. My Dad came and built the fireplace which I LOVED so much, and he also put the brick around the front. When we built it, it was dark brown but the yard looks pretty much the same. This is where Shon went to school for the first time, and Amy was born when we lived here. It is a very sentimental house for me. The windows were large and extended clear to the floor so I could see everything and it was my first real chance to decorate, one of my favorite hobbies. I thought it was heavenly with it's large open beams in the living room, custom made cabinets and rock floor entry, all which I picked out. Now I will be able to see it's progression or decay whenever I want. It's a little spooky though isn't it? If you plan to sunbathe in the nude this summer, you may want to change your plans.
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I love google earth, but I have to stay off of it or I can waste hours traveling the globe. A lot of their images are pretty old though, I found my moms house in Lovell and it was still brown. We painted it white three years ago.
isn't google earth the best?! I love to snoop around on it. I didn't even know you guys lived in Boise!
I love google earth! SO much fun! We did the same thing and looked up all our family member's houses. It's really strange when you come across a house and you actually see the people you know hanging outside of their homes in the picture!
We, er, don't walk around in our house naked anymore. Even for the shortest of times.
Heard a horror story of someone with a telephoto lens on a camcorder.
Oh, and when I say "we," I don't mean me. I still prance around in my birthday suit.
And then my children see me and scream in horror.
I really have to stop.
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