moosh in indy.

Kevin Bacon is married to Kyra Sedgwick.

Kyra Sedgewick was in Phenomenon with John Travolta.

John Travolta was in Hairspray with Zac Efron.

Zac Efron was in High School Musical with Tyler.

Recognize him? He’s on the geek squad with Taylor.

Tyler is my dad’s neighbor. We used to play together all the time.

And this is how we play six degrees of Kevin Bacon ending with (starting with?) me.

That, and High School Musical was filmed at my high school.

In Salt Lake, not in Albuquerque.

One more reason Hollywood is to never be believed. Anyway.

If you have a child in the house you’ve most likely seen this movie and if you’ve seen this movie chances are you’ve seen it more than once. It’s addictive like that. It just so happens I had an errand to run at my old Alma Mater and I took my trusty camera along to show you how Hollywood can turn a place that was a nightmare to me into a dream for the tween set.

The entryway, where everyone found out about Troy and Gabriella getting a callback.

Sharpay’s locker, I wish they would have kept it pink.

The commons. Better known as the place where everyone busts a groove and dances on the tables in perfect synchronization completely out of the blue. Just like when I went to East. I do love musicals.

This hallway was only in the movie for a second. But it needs to be shown for I believe it to be a form of teenage torture.

I’m not even taking this from the end of the hallway, this is about 3/4 of the way down. The school is four levels and three of the four hallways are this long. And as fate would have it I would somehow end up with classes on the second and fourth floors at opposite ends of the school every other period. Have I mentioned that high school was not my most glorious of years?

So there you go. You can tell your kids you know a lady who WENT! to EHS. A real live WILDCAT! (P.S. Hollywood, we were the Leopards, Wildcat is kinda lame.) And I’m even willing to sell my last honest to goodness EHS shirt to the highest bidder. That, or you could go into the Disney Store and buy a brand spanking new replica. Needless to say I don’t rock my EHS shirt in Indiana, I look too much like a Troy groupie.

 This post was inspired by a tag I got weeks ago from Not A Mean Girl.

Until I moved to Indiana I had lived in five different houses all within the same five mile radius. Crazy right? It’s not like Salt Lake is an itsy bitsy little city.

This is the house I grew up in. My dad did a lot of the work on it and I had four doors and two light switches in my bedroom, I always thought that was so strange. I miss this house, to see the disrepair it has fallen into breaks my heart. I would buy it and renovate it in a heartbeat if I had the chance.

Next is the house we moved into my sophomore year of high school. It was on this mountain.

I had to look at this everyday when I drove home.

Is anyone beginning to see why I’m having such a hard time with the Midwest? Okay, the house.

Not much to look at right? But wait until you see the view I had to look at every morning.

This picture doesn’t even to  it justice.  When I left home in a fit of rage at 17 I ended up living at the seediest little apartment in the history of seedy apartments. My neighbors sold drugs, the ones below us had eight kids in two bedrooms and a couple of them even slept in their stolen U-Haul when the weather was nice. The other neighbors just ate a lot of “special” brownies and handed them out liberally to all the neighbors. Oh little brothel, so many memories.

Mine was the upper left unit.  When my sentence at the brothel was complete I moved in with my sister and her three (boy) roommates.

I had to share a bathroom with two boys here. Eww. There was also an impressive collection of Playboy to the right of the couch. And several dogs, and a cat or two. Good times. This is the place I was living when Cody came into my life. Well, it’s the place I should have been living. Cody and I had an awful lot of sleepovers. (SORRY IN LAWS!)

Enter the newlywed shoebox apartment.

This is the shoebox apartment I found out I was pregnant in, the one I overdosed in and the one we could never manage to keep clean. Since I was going to be staying home with the moosh after she was born we moved to a smaller and much cheaper apartment next door. Literally, next door.

That is the apartment I went into labor in. It is also the one  where we shared a room with the moosh for the first six months of her life only because there was no where else to put her. I loved this apartment. All 400 sq. ft. of it. It was sunny and cozy and charming and where we started to feel like a family. Everything I could have ever wanted or anywhere I needed to go was within a ten minute walk of my front door. This was heaven sent for a new mom. I miss this about my old ‘hood.

And now I live in Indiana. Flat, flat Indiana.

But I have good news. I’m getting turned around in Utah. I find myself wanting to go to stores that are only in Indiana. I’ve forgotten about things that are in Utah. Is this good news? I don’t know. Maybe. I know I’m going to cry when I watch the mountains fade into the distance when we leave in a week, but maybe this time I won’t cry when we land in Indiana.

Bah. More like DUMP DUMP DUMP BIG NASTY MARCH STORM.

Oh well, at least we have cute boots.