Wordy Memories

I was searching through old memory boxes in the garage - trying to pare down because I'm a closet pack-rat - and I found my daily journals from Junior year in high school. You know, the ones where the teacher would write on the board a topic and let you take it from there for ten excruciating minutes. Very funny stuff, now. Really took me back in time...

Thought I would post one (possibly more later) for your enjoyment. There's nothing particularly, well, stellar about the writing, but it's definitely amusing (at least to me?).

New

There are many new things that I would love to have, but I would say that the coveted spot at the top of my list would have to go to a new bedroom, in a new house. I have lived at my house since I first turned seven. Problem is, my room is not tall enough for me. We call it the hobbit room, and it's really part of the attic, converted. This was really neat when I was smaller and shorter, and friends think it's kinda cool when they see it for the first time, but now it is a big nuisance to me. I can't dance or practice cheerleading or have tall furniture in my room. Plus, it's always so stuffy and uncomfortable. I have hoped, for a long time, to have the same size bedroom that all of my friends have (normal sized). I have bumped my head so many times on the door frame, or the ceiling, that I am surprised it is still functioning correctly!

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Well, that explains it! :) HA! Quite the little comedian, right? Teacher must have thought I was a major goofball. My face turned red reading this, but then I laughed at myself, cuz I was such a dork. Just thought I would add: my parents still live in the same house, but my Dad has since spent mucho dinero raising the roof (literally). Of course, this had to happen AFTER I moved out. Now the rooms are humongous! And tall enough to jump up and down and even do cartwheels in. Some things in life come along just a little bit too late, know what I mean?

But I must say, as much as my little hobbit room annoyed me then, I think part of me will always miss it and think back on it fondly...

Weathering Storms

The weather here is so unpredictable. I'm not from here, so everything is new and strange to me. One minute it's sunny, the next minute the crack of thunder lashes the ground like a bull-whip, shaking things up just as they've settled down. The ground quakes and the sky flashes white as lightening bolts rip through the darkness, tearing through the very clouds that threaten to rain on our world. This sudden shift from calm to chaos never ceases to amaze me and my skin crawls with gooseflesh more nights than I want to admit - and I'm not talking about simply weather here; no, it's much more than that now.

Chaos is no stranger to our household. My skin is thicker than it's ever been, and it won't be long before the weather becomes a part of me, blows through me and stirs up strength that I never knew was there. I love and fear the inevitable challenges; motherhood is a beautifully turbulent, sublime existence - as is the weather.

Writing Wild

So I'd like to think that I'm a writer, or will be someday. I added this second blog to cultivate whatever talent I might have through practice. Please feel free to comment; I love feedback! I can't guarantee the stuff you read will be entertaining, or even any good, but I'll leave that for you to decide.

So with nose pinched and bated breath, I dive right in...

Stay tuned!