Today I am joining this fabulous blog hop hosted by Andrea of Maybe It's Just Me, Christa Desir and Amy Sonnichsen.
We are supposed to post an old entry from our teenage journal, but alas, my old journals (which are embarrassingly hilarious) are all buried in a box in my parents home (a couple of states away). Yeah, I should probably finish moving my stuff out of my parents' house now that I've been married over 11 years.(!!!)
But since I haven't done that, I'm posting a journal entry from pre-married life. I read through these with hubby, and they are also quite embarrassingly hilarious. So sit back, enjoy, and maybe blush once or twice for my former self. :) [Note: The ellipses are all in the original text. No skipping here. I just really liked ellipses.]
2/22/00 -- I went skiing, for the first time this season, yesterday with M-- (bro.). We went to Beaver Creek up in Logan. It was okay . . . except that it got really hot and the snow got kindof slushy. The first time down I did a major face plant. I still have a sore neck. :x Later in the day, M-- took a bad fall and I think he got a mild concussion because he lost his short term memory. It was kindof scary. It started with: "Wow, I can't remember how I crashed. Which lift did we go up last time?" How did I fall? . . . Oh, well which lift did we got up last time? . . . " etc. I decided that we should go home.
You know, so much has happened yet I don't want to go back and relive it all right now. . . . I got a guitar for Christmas.
9/10/2000 - S-- told me that on both Friday & Saturday he wanted to come over with his engagement ring and propose on the spot. He said he decided he could give up chocolate for me and that even the cooking thing wouldn't bother him, but that he didn't want to lose my friendship over chocolate (that had been one of his concerns). He did say, however, that he couldn't give up hunting. :) Funny boy. If only it were as simple as that. He invited me over and offered to come over, but I told him "no."
I can't tell you how tempting it is. First, I really do care about S-- and I am really attracted to him. The thought of leaving the whole dating scene is very tempting, and then I wouldn't end up as one of those old maids to whom everyone always gives those sympathetic looks. But, unfortunately, I just don't feel good about it. I don't know if it's just silly fears or not, . . . Anyway, so I have to admit that my first proposal wasn't at all like I imagined. It feels nice to know that someone cares about me that much, but it feels awful having to tell him that I don't feel the same way.
4/23/01 -- Oh! One thing I forgot to write is that X-- told me that he had been interested in asking me out right when S-- and I started dating. He told me that he was just getting ready to make his move when the whole S-- thing started. He said he was really jealous and it was like an extra twist to the heart that S--'s real name was [the same as his]. This might sound awful, but I was glad to know that it made him jealous. It's always interesting to hear things from a different perspective.
Okay, I'm sure that's more than enough. Oh, the drama! I just want to smack myself sometimes. Ya think it was a concussion? Just because he lost his short term memory?!!! But hey, I got a guitar for Christmas. :)
And gosh, my view of "old maids." I was how old? I think I read too much Anne of Green Gables growing up.
But oh the, "interesting to hear things from a different perspective" bit. Interesting indeed, My Former Self. Interesting indeed. *Shakes head*
Have a great day ya'll!