I'm sitting outside with the laptop, enjoying what Florida thinks is Autumn. My girls are laying on grass mats doing their homework.
And a moment ago, my child cracked me up and I decided it's time to blog.
Background: I like Indiana Jones. It's not like "I like GP," or "I like Mamma Mia." I don't even own the movies. Maybe someday, though. But I think they're good movies and well, Harrison is just well...you know...Harrison. (No Kristen I'm not referring to certain men who THINK they're Harrison. I'm talking about the real McCoy.)
So, liking Indiana Jones and all, I went to see Indiana Jones and the Kingdom of the Crystal Skull when it was in the theater. I loved it. It was fun. I laughed. And I laughed out loud. Like LITERAL LOL. My friend Ginny decided that I was the only one laughing in the theater, but that's okay. I was the only one singing at the Mamma Mia Sing-Along, so???
Now anytime my girls see Indiana Jones, they say, "Hey Mom, HERE's something you'll like." Even the Papa John Pizza ad. Great, thanks, girls. Mmhmm. Ok. And on goes life.
So we're sitting out in this pseudo-autumn and Megan says, "Hey Mom! Do you want the whip?" (I can't remember exactly what she said to clue me in to the fact that she was talking about Indiana Jones now, but she was.) "Do you want the whip? It's out in theaters now." (She meant to say "stores".)
I said I didn't.
She said, "How about an action figure?" Again, referring to IJ.
I said I didn't want that either.
So she told me they used GP as Indiana one time. (She always plays the GP card when she tries to make a sale.)
I just laughed.
So she said, "Hey! He HAS a hairy chest!" (I believe referring to both men in question.)
I laughed good and hard. What is it with these girls and "hairy chests." They think the whole concept is the highest form of comedy out there.
If they bring home a hairy boyfriend, they are sooooooooooo getting teased. If not I'm recommending testosterone therapy, but well...we'll deal with that later.
Tuesday, October 21, 2008
Monday, October 20, 2008
I Don't Want to Go to School, I Don't Want to Go to School!
You'll have to excuse the mood...again. Man, you guys must think my moods swing as much as...well...something that swings a lot. If a man lived with me, he'd go bonkers. Of course I think that's part of the deal...my estrogen is free to ebb and flow all over the place so I can let the emotions go where they will. Lots of time to myself. Too much thinking time, maybe???
Anyway...to the subject, "I Don't Want To Go To School!" These weren't my words, although I don't feel a whole lot differently, ha ha. These are my baby girl's words. My Alli. My little one who finds school so easy and just goes with the flow...apart from some issues last year where she didn't want to be away from me at all. But we got through that and she'd been doing so well this year. Now the past several days, she hasn't wanted to go too badly. I usually hear about it when I tuck her in at night. Tonight's when she issued the proclamation, "I don't want to go to school!" repeatedly. And her reason?? "I miss Odyssey. School's not school without her."
Odyssey. Alli's best friend. The only place she ever saw the child was at school. Then one day last week, Alli came rushing into my classroom, sobbing. She ran into my arms and said, "Odyssey's going to a different school!" Alli didn't even get to say goodbye. Odyssey's last day had been the day before and no one had known.
Just like that. No warning. Nothing. Just here one day and gone the next and my little girl is heartbroken. Alli's fairly outgoing and can make friends pretty easily, but she and Odyssey had grown to be good friends throughout last year and the beginning of this year and now she's gone and Alli's so sad. And what do you do? ::sigh::
I can relate though. It's not the same, but I get that sad feeling sometimes too...where I miss someone so badly and there's nothing I can do about it. I feel that way tonight...and have for a few weeks. Just missing a friend and unable to do diddlysquat about it.
I was feeling a bit stir-crazy about it all afternoon and this evening. I should have found something else to occupy my thoughts. I was heavy hearted. I was craving some sort of food, but couldn't put my finger on it. Craving affection (other than tiny-kid affection, although that's precious too), but whaddayado about that either? The only adult I saw was my ex and ... not to be rude or anything but I'd rather run needles under my fingernails than hug him. Ya know...break my heart and you'll never touch me again syndrome. Between emotional and physical craving I was feeling a bit lulu. Maybe I still am. Ok, I am.
But back to Alli and Odyssey. The whole situation really kind of frustrated me. Why on earth does a parent send their child to school without telling them it's their last day and giving them a chance to say goodbye to friends? It's not fair to the child and it's not fair to their friends to at least say goodbye...exchange addresses or phone numbers, maybe? It just stinks.
So I guess I just pray for Alli. When you're seven, new friends can come fairly quickly, right? And maybe we can still get in contact with Odyssey. A play date would be good for them both.
...and now I'm going to just quit writing. I've tried to wrap this up a few different ways and keep deleting, so I'm just going to stop. :) Back tomorrow with something a bit more "up."...like a long lost photo of an MC or something, ha.
Anyway...to the subject, "I Don't Want To Go To School!" These weren't my words, although I don't feel a whole lot differently, ha ha. These are my baby girl's words. My Alli. My little one who finds school so easy and just goes with the flow...apart from some issues last year where she didn't want to be away from me at all. But we got through that and she'd been doing so well this year. Now the past several days, she hasn't wanted to go too badly. I usually hear about it when I tuck her in at night. Tonight's when she issued the proclamation, "I don't want to go to school!" repeatedly. And her reason?? "I miss Odyssey. School's not school without her."
Odyssey. Alli's best friend. The only place she ever saw the child was at school. Then one day last week, Alli came rushing into my classroom, sobbing. She ran into my arms and said, "Odyssey's going to a different school!" Alli didn't even get to say goodbye. Odyssey's last day had been the day before and no one had known.
Just like that. No warning. Nothing. Just here one day and gone the next and my little girl is heartbroken. Alli's fairly outgoing and can make friends pretty easily, but she and Odyssey had grown to be good friends throughout last year and the beginning of this year and now she's gone and Alli's so sad. And what do you do? ::sigh::
I can relate though. It's not the same, but I get that sad feeling sometimes too...where I miss someone so badly and there's nothing I can do about it. I feel that way tonight...and have for a few weeks. Just missing a friend and unable to do diddlysquat about it.
I was feeling a bit stir-crazy about it all afternoon and this evening. I should have found something else to occupy my thoughts. I was heavy hearted. I was craving some sort of food, but couldn't put my finger on it. Craving affection (other than tiny-kid affection, although that's precious too), but whaddayado about that either? The only adult I saw was my ex and ... not to be rude or anything but I'd rather run needles under my fingernails than hug him. Ya know...break my heart and you'll never touch me again syndrome. Between emotional and physical craving I was feeling a bit lulu. Maybe I still am. Ok, I am.
But back to Alli and Odyssey. The whole situation really kind of frustrated me. Why on earth does a parent send their child to school without telling them it's their last day and giving them a chance to say goodbye to friends? It's not fair to the child and it's not fair to their friends to at least say goodbye...exchange addresses or phone numbers, maybe? It just stinks.
So I guess I just pray for Alli. When you're seven, new friends can come fairly quickly, right? And maybe we can still get in contact with Odyssey. A play date would be good for them both.
...and now I'm going to just quit writing. I've tried to wrap this up a few different ways and keep deleting, so I'm just going to stop. :) Back tomorrow with something a bit more "up."...like a long lost photo of an MC or something, ha.
Saturday, October 18, 2008
Come Again??? as opposed to Come Again!!
Ok, so I said I'd be back with some serious business...way bigger than Mamma Mia. I said it two days ago, so I'm a little slow getting back, but I'm here now. And frankly I wasn't in the mood to share my "steamed up" opinion, because, well, I was moody. And I don't want this steam to be tooooooooooooooooo serious. I know...makes no sense. So what's new about that?
Months ago, Greg the Great and Magnificent Magician of Yore, MC'd the Australian Inland Tourism Awards. (I might have left a word out somewhere in that title, because it was quite long, but anyway...). After the awards were over I started watching their website, waiting for photos of the event to be posted. There was a little blurb on their site saying to "watch this space" because photos were coming soon. So I watched that space. Weeks passed and I was beginning to wonder about their definition of soon, so I ever-so-politely wrote to inquire about the posting of these photos. I explained that I'm a huge fan of Greg who MC'd their event. I received a very kind reply from a lady saying that she was just waiting for the photos to come from the photographer. I figured that was the last I'd hear from her. She'd answered my question and that was that. So I thanked her and continued to watch the space.
More weeks passed. And some more. And some more. I kept watching that space. And that space wasn't changing.
Then this past Thursday, I received another email from the same lady. Now before I really go into all this, let me first clarify that I thought it was EXTREMELY gracious of the lady to send me another email. She'd already answered my inquiry and was under no obligation to tell me anything more. She was incredibly nice. (And I must say that any Aussies I've written businessy inquiries to have been extremely gracious, too. I've had some go way out of their way...on real goose chases...just to satisfy an inquiry I've had...that was for NO profit for them. They were just being extremely kind.)
But the message the lady had to convey...it sent me reeling. Are you ready for this? ::deeeep breath:: I'm not. No wait, I am. No, I'm not. Yes, I am. Ok, I'm not but I'll do it anyway.
I CAN do this, painful as it may be. She said that she had been waiting for photos from one more board member and that "regretfully" there were...... I can't say it.
Cover your eyes.
Grab some tissues.
She said there were none of Greg. ::sob:: NONE!! Of GREG!!! NONE OF GREG????!!!
Dee, honey, look away. CRUEL, CRUEL, AUSTRALIANS!! How can you be in the same room as Greg Page, have a camera, and NOT take his picture??? WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU FOLKS???? He was the M.C., for crying out loud! How can he NOT be in the photos?? HOW CAN YOU NOT TAKE PHOTOS OF GREG???!!
It's like having the Hope Diamond and never looking at it.
It's like having chocolate and not even tasting it!!!
It's like...It's like seeing Greg and not taking his photo!!! (Incredibly similar, that one.)
It's...it's....well...It's wrong, that's what it is. I demand a re-do. I beg. I weep. Pleeeeeeeeeeease. Get out your cameras and try again. I mean, shoot! he did an impromptu Wiggly song at the request of the audience and NO ONE TOOK A PHOTO????
I shall never get over this one. I recommend a load of psychiatrists visit your island/continent/country and begin some intense psychotherapy. This can't continue.
Wait. I volunteer to be one of those psychiatrists. Never mind I have no degree. I'm up for this.
And I'm bringing my camera!
Months ago, Greg the Great and Magnificent Magician of Yore, MC'd the Australian Inland Tourism Awards. (I might have left a word out somewhere in that title, because it was quite long, but anyway...). After the awards were over I started watching their website, waiting for photos of the event to be posted. There was a little blurb on their site saying to "watch this space" because photos were coming soon. So I watched that space. Weeks passed and I was beginning to wonder about their definition of soon, so I ever-so-politely wrote to inquire about the posting of these photos. I explained that I'm a huge fan of Greg who MC'd their event. I received a very kind reply from a lady saying that she was just waiting for the photos to come from the photographer. I figured that was the last I'd hear from her. She'd answered my question and that was that. So I thanked her and continued to watch the space.
More weeks passed. And some more. And some more. I kept watching that space. And that space wasn't changing.
Then this past Thursday, I received another email from the same lady. Now before I really go into all this, let me first clarify that I thought it was EXTREMELY gracious of the lady to send me another email. She'd already answered my inquiry and was under no obligation to tell me anything more. She was incredibly nice. (And I must say that any Aussies I've written businessy inquiries to have been extremely gracious, too. I've had some go way out of their way...on real goose chases...just to satisfy an inquiry I've had...that was for NO profit for them. They were just being extremely kind.)
But the message the lady had to convey...it sent me reeling. Are you ready for this? ::deeeep breath:: I'm not. No wait, I am. No, I'm not. Yes, I am. Ok, I'm not but I'll do it anyway.
I CAN do this, painful as it may be. She said that she had been waiting for photos from one more board member and that "regretfully" there were...... I can't say it.
Cover your eyes.
Grab some tissues.
She said there were none of Greg. ::sob:: NONE!! Of GREG!!! NONE OF GREG????!!!
Dee, honey, look away. CRUEL, CRUEL, AUSTRALIANS!! How can you be in the same room as Greg Page, have a camera, and NOT take his picture??? WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU FOLKS???? He was the M.C., for crying out loud! How can he NOT be in the photos?? HOW CAN YOU NOT TAKE PHOTOS OF GREG???!!
It's like having the Hope Diamond and never looking at it.
It's like having chocolate and not even tasting it!!!
It's like...It's like seeing Greg and not taking his photo!!! (Incredibly similar, that one.)
It's...it's....well...It's wrong, that's what it is. I demand a re-do. I beg. I weep. Pleeeeeeeeeeease. Get out your cameras and try again. I mean, shoot! he did an impromptu Wiggly song at the request of the audience and NO ONE TOOK A PHOTO????
I shall never get over this one. I recommend a load of psychiatrists visit your island/continent/country and begin some intense psychotherapy. This can't continue.
Wait. I volunteer to be one of those psychiatrists. Never mind I have no degree. I'm up for this.
And I'm bringing my camera!
Thursday, October 16, 2008
A Note and 4 Things
Ok, before I get to 4 Things, I will be back this evening with some serious business. I'm talking serious. Way bigger than Mamma Mia, people. I mean...if you thought I was all rialed (sp?) up about that, y'ain't heard nuthin yet! Ok, I'll save my steam for that blog. (Gotta get the kids tucked in and watch a bit o' Grey's first. But this is way more important. It needs my undivided attention.)
Dee blogged about "4 Things" and I thought it was a cool idea, so I jumped on the 4 Things survey and am giving my answers here...and now.
Four Places I Go Over and Over:
1. Greg's website - Shocked?
2. School - Where else can I earn a living and lose my sanity all at the same time?
3. Wal-Mart - Got to feed and clothe the family.
4. Church - Got to feed the soul, too.
Four People Who E-Mail Me Regularly:
1. My Momma
2. Max Lucado - Ok, actually that's one that I signed up for and get automatically, but it's my favorite non-personal email.
3. Myself - I'm using my email until I get that memory-replacing surgery.
4. Hmmmmmm.....wish I could say I was more loved, but that's the regulars...although I get the occasional from Kristen and the occasional from Sunshine (but she keeps in touch here and on facebook, so really she counts, too!)
Four Places I'd Rather Be Right Now:
1. Sydney
2. At a Greg Page concert
3. At an original Wiggles concert
4. At a Greg's-Playing-Cricket Cricket Match/Game thingie
Four TV Shows I Watch:
1. The Bonnie Hunt Show
2. Grey's Anatomy
3. Private Practice
4. Friends
Four Things I Have for Breakfast:
1. Nausea
2. Bagels with cream cheese and butter
3. Carnation Instant Breakfast, chocolate please
4. The occasional sausage in a pancake blankie on a stick. (Wow that doesn't sound good.)
Four Animals I Like Best:
1. Dogs - have a mix we rescued - waiting and "saving" for a teacup Yorkie.
2. Polar Bears - don't have one and not saving for one.
3. Baby Seals
4. Men - I don't mean that in a racey way (or am not admitting it, ha ha...no really I don't mean it that way)...but face it...men are a step closer to the animal world than we lovelies are. lol
Four Beaches I've Been to:
1. Bowman's Beach on Sanibel Island (Florida)
2. Fort Myers Beach
3. The beach at Stockton Lake in Missouri. (Hey we counted it back then...and I liked it better than the ocean.)
4. Some nameless beach in Maryland where my family and I (I was in 4th grade, 8 years old)...we snuck in to someone's private beach because we all wanted to see the ocean and touch it and wade in the edge of it and we couldn't find a stinkin' public place. So we tiptoed past that "Keep Out" sign and well....... (This comment will spontaneously combust in five seconds...)
Four People I'm Tagging to Do The Four Things:
Greg...but he just won't know he's tagged so don't like...keep looking for his post.
Sunshine...unless she did it when I wasn't paying enough attention...which sometimes happens.
Mummy...unless she did it too...
Anyone else who happens upon this blog and wants to...
Dee blogged about "4 Things" and I thought it was a cool idea, so I jumped on the 4 Things survey and am giving my answers here...and now.
Four Places I Go Over and Over:
1. Greg's website - Shocked?
2. School - Where else can I earn a living and lose my sanity all at the same time?
3. Wal-Mart - Got to feed and clothe the family.
4. Church - Got to feed the soul, too.
Four People Who E-Mail Me Regularly:
1. My Momma
2. Max Lucado - Ok, actually that's one that I signed up for and get automatically, but it's my favorite non-personal email.
3. Myself - I'm using my email until I get that memory-replacing surgery.
4. Hmmmmmm.....wish I could say I was more loved, but that's the regulars...although I get the occasional from Kristen and the occasional from Sunshine (but she keeps in touch here and on facebook, so really she counts, too!)
Four Places I'd Rather Be Right Now:
1. Sydney
2. At a Greg Page concert
3. At an original Wiggles concert
4. At a Greg's-Playing-Cricket Cricket Match/Game thingie
Four TV Shows I Watch:
1. The Bonnie Hunt Show
2. Grey's Anatomy
3. Private Practice
4. Friends
Four Things I Have for Breakfast:
1. Nausea
2. Bagels with cream cheese and butter
3. Carnation Instant Breakfast, chocolate please
4. The occasional sausage in a pancake blankie on a stick. (Wow that doesn't sound good.)
Four Animals I Like Best:
1. Dogs - have a mix we rescued - waiting and "saving" for a teacup Yorkie.
2. Polar Bears - don't have one and not saving for one.
3. Baby Seals
4. Men - I don't mean that in a racey way (or am not admitting it, ha ha...no really I don't mean it that way)...but face it...men are a step closer to the animal world than we lovelies are. lol
Four Beaches I've Been to:
1. Bowman's Beach on Sanibel Island (Florida)
2. Fort Myers Beach
3. The beach at Stockton Lake in Missouri. (Hey we counted it back then...and I liked it better than the ocean.)
4. Some nameless beach in Maryland where my family and I (I was in 4th grade, 8 years old)...we snuck in to someone's private beach because we all wanted to see the ocean and touch it and wade in the edge of it and we couldn't find a stinkin' public place. So we tiptoed past that "Keep Out" sign and well....... (This comment will spontaneously combust in five seconds...)
Four People I'm Tagging to Do The Four Things:
Greg...but he just won't know he's tagged so don't like...keep looking for his post.
Sunshine...unless she did it when I wasn't paying enough attention...which sometimes happens.
Mummy...unless she did it too...
Anyone else who happens upon this blog and wants to...
Wednesday, October 15, 2008
Unreal
Seriously. This is unreal. Like NOT real. Not like WOW, unbelievable. Just not real...un-real.
I'm just trying to figure out the hyperlink. Let's take a test spin.
Manly Lips
Please work.
I'm just trying to figure out the hyperlink. Let's take a test spin.
Manly Lips
Please work.
Oooo a Bloggie Awardie That Doesn't Require Censoring! YESS!!
My gal-pal girlie friend who helped me take the plunge into this lovely addictive world of blogging, Sunshine, has passed along a lovely bloggie awardie thingie to me. I am flattered, Sunshine, and thrilled that it doesn't require censoring, lol. You can find her wonderful blog at http://sowhatwasisaying.blogspot.com/ (I'm sorry but I still haven't figured out how to put a link with different words in here, so you'll all just have to live with the url's instead....unless someone takes pity on me and tells me how to do it. ::batting eyelashes::)
Apparently the way this thingie works is that I get to answer these questions with one word answers.
And uh-1, and uh-2, and uh-1-2-3!
1. Where is your cell phone? here
2. Where is your significant other? Australia??? lol
3. Your hair color? Black
4. Your mother? Freda
5. Your father? Heaven
6. Your favorite thing? Love
7. Your dream last night? vomit
8. Your dream/goal? published
9. The room you're in? messy
10. Your hobby? reading
11. Your fear? loss
12. Where do you want to be in 6 years? Somewhere
13. Where were you last night? mall
14. What you're not? tidy
15. One of your wish-list items? babies
16. Where you grew up? Missouri
17. The last thing you did? lunch
18. What are you wearing? jewelry
19. Your TV? Jetsons
20. Your pets? Outside
21. Your computer? working
22. Your mood? Mellow
23. Missing someone? yes
24. Your car? silver
25. Something you're not wearing? Speedo
26. Favorite store? Target (Hey! It worked for Sunshine, lol.)
27. Your summer? vacation
28. Love someone? absolutely
29. Your favorite color? yellow
30. When is the last time you laughed? yesterday
31. Last time you cried? Sunday
And now I get to pass on the bloggie award to 5 others I personally love. And ladies, sorry, but you're getting the award back because I love your blogs.
Here are the winners and their url's:
1) So, what was I saying? http://sowhatwasisaying.blogspot.com/
2) A Mummy's Meanderings http://mummysmeanderings.blogspot.com/
3) My Aussie Antics http://myaussieantics.blogspot.com/
4) Candid Carrie http://carriestuckmann.blogspot.com/
5) GP http://www.gregpage.com/ Ok, so his isn't a blog. You knew it would come up somewhere.
Tuesday, October 14, 2008
Fight Insomnia with The Hill Diaries, Part 3
Ok, now for the next diary. I'm now 13. I'm sorry, but I tried to tell you I wasn't a very interesting kid. :)
Boring fact: this diary is all written in hot pink pen.
Saturday, Feb. 18, 1984
Today my family and I came to Grandma's. When we got here Aunt Laura and Chrissy, Aunt Kathy and Uncle Greg, Grams and Gramps, and of course Kim and Lora were here. We ate lunch after we opened presents that we got from Kim & Lora (my stepsisters). A little later we left (Kim, Lora, Angie and I) and went cruising. Aunt Laura left for St. Louis for a visit. I'm sure I'll enjoy the rest of my visit at Gram's.
Sun., Feb. 19, 1984
Today I'm still at Grandma's. I got woken up at I think 7:00am and ate eggs and bacon. We didn't go to Sunday School so we didn't leave for church till 20 till 11. I got dressed twice. We visited the Nazarene Church in Lebanan. (That's the town in Missouri, not the country.) It was voting Sunday there. Dad and Mom, Angie, Kim, Lora, Cliff and I, Uncle Greg and Aunt Kathy went. We got home and ate and it was way past noon when I discovered I had left Gram's Bible there (at church). At 8:00pm Dad took me to the church to get it but the church was shut up.
Mon., Feb., 20, 1984
I called to get Gram's Bible back.
Today we came home from Grandma's. The hills we went over were bad on us all (but Dad). I've got something on my mind right now. My mom went to the hospital for a D and C. It's just a minor thing but I'm still worried. I have to practice my pantomime. It's called the bashful flower. David Compton is the farmer. I don't like David, (sorry David) but I guess that's the breaks. Well, I guess I'll just relax and watch Superman II.
Tues., Feb. 21, 1984
Today I got up, got cleaned up and ready for school. Dad took us to school. I had a good day. It wasn't bad. I still haven't memorized my pantomime! I wish I could get it down pat. In my 3rd hour class (Band) I challenged Andrea Obert. I don't know what the results will be. I played "Academic Festival Overture" measure 35-49 (I think) and "Denbridge Way" measure 135-154 (I think). It is a nervous thing. Dad helped me do my homework. Well, I'm getting tired so I'll go to bed.
P.S. - Mom came home from the hospital.
Wed., Feb. 22, 1984
Today I went to school. I lost my challenges.
Today was nice.
I haven't got much to say. (As opposed to these other power-packed entries) So,...................................Goodnight. P.S. my favorite news person is Bryant Gumble.
Feb., 23, 1984 Thurs.
Today I went to school. not much happened. I found out I get to go to my friend's birthday party. We'll go skating, too. I get to get my hair cut first, though. I'm excited about both. I almost finished my American History Worksheet and I just started it today. This is how my schedule goes:
1st Lang. Arts
2nd Gym/Study Hall
3rd Band
4th Speech/creative drama
5th Am. History
6th Science
7th Math
This evening Mom and I went to this goat lady's house.
Fri., Feb. 24, 1984
One more day till the party and my hair cut. The goat lady I talked about's name is Renee Pope. Her goats have alot of babys. My friend who's having the party is Staci Brous. My friend Nancy Epple likes this guy but he doesn't know her. She writes him notes and signs them "Your secret admirer." She gives him clues each time. I like to read the notes she writes. She asked him to write back and told them to put it in a friends locker. I can't wait to hear what he writes!
Ok, I'm going to have mercy on you unsuspecting souls. You gave me the benefit of the doubt that this might be interesting. But alas, you were wrong. So rather than continue, I'll tell you in brief: I mentioned a boy here or there...that I liked them...that they didn't like me...that I was in sports...how I did...etc. But it was all with the same bored-out-of-my-brain style you've already waded through. So as my initial entries said................signing off!
Boring fact: this diary is all written in hot pink pen.
Saturday, Feb. 18, 1984
Today my family and I came to Grandma's. When we got here Aunt Laura and Chrissy, Aunt Kathy and Uncle Greg, Grams and Gramps, and of course Kim and Lora were here. We ate lunch after we opened presents that we got from Kim & Lora (my stepsisters). A little later we left (Kim, Lora, Angie and I) and went cruising. Aunt Laura left for St. Louis for a visit. I'm sure I'll enjoy the rest of my visit at Gram's.
Sun., Feb. 19, 1984
Today I'm still at Grandma's. I got woken up at I think 7:00am and ate eggs and bacon. We didn't go to Sunday School so we didn't leave for church till 20 till 11. I got dressed twice. We visited the Nazarene Church in Lebanan. (That's the town in Missouri, not the country.) It was voting Sunday there. Dad and Mom, Angie, Kim, Lora, Cliff and I, Uncle Greg and Aunt Kathy went. We got home and ate and it was way past noon when I discovered I had left Gram's Bible there (at church). At 8:00pm Dad took me to the church to get it but the church was shut up.
Mon., Feb., 20, 1984
I called to get Gram's Bible back.
Today we came home from Grandma's. The hills we went over were bad on us all (but Dad). I've got something on my mind right now. My mom went to the hospital for a D and C. It's just a minor thing but I'm still worried. I have to practice my pantomime. It's called the bashful flower. David Compton is the farmer. I don't like David, (sorry David) but I guess that's the breaks. Well, I guess I'll just relax and watch Superman II.
Tues., Feb. 21, 1984
Today I got up, got cleaned up and ready for school. Dad took us to school. I had a good day. It wasn't bad. I still haven't memorized my pantomime! I wish I could get it down pat. In my 3rd hour class (Band) I challenged Andrea Obert. I don't know what the results will be. I played "Academic Festival Overture" measure 35-49 (I think) and "Denbridge Way" measure 135-154 (I think). It is a nervous thing. Dad helped me do my homework. Well, I'm getting tired so I'll go to bed.
P.S. - Mom came home from the hospital.
Wed., Feb. 22, 1984
Today I went to school. I lost my challenges.
Today was nice.
I haven't got much to say. (As opposed to these other power-packed entries) So,...................................Goodnight. P.S. my favorite news person is Bryant Gumble.
Feb., 23, 1984 Thurs.
Today I went to school. not much happened. I found out I get to go to my friend's birthday party. We'll go skating, too. I get to get my hair cut first, though. I'm excited about both. I almost finished my American History Worksheet and I just started it today. This is how my schedule goes:
1st Lang. Arts
2nd Gym/Study Hall
3rd Band
4th Speech/creative drama
5th Am. History
6th Science
7th Math
This evening Mom and I went to this goat lady's house.
Fri., Feb. 24, 1984
One more day till the party and my hair cut. The goat lady I talked about's name is Renee Pope. Her goats have alot of babys. My friend who's having the party is Staci Brous. My friend Nancy Epple likes this guy but he doesn't know her. She writes him notes and signs them "Your secret admirer." She gives him clues each time. I like to read the notes she writes. She asked him to write back and told them to put it in a friends locker. I can't wait to hear what he writes!
Ok, I'm going to have mercy on you unsuspecting souls. You gave me the benefit of the doubt that this might be interesting. But alas, you were wrong. So rather than continue, I'll tell you in brief: I mentioned a boy here or there...that I liked them...that they didn't like me...that I was in sports...how I did...etc. But it was all with the same bored-out-of-my-brain style you've already waded through. So as my initial entries said................signing off!
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