I did NOT clean one single solitary thing. And I spent my loose change on coke.
My birthday is March 11, and I'm turning 33, and I was inspired by Sarah's birthday countdown posts. I thought I'd do 3-a-days in March. Do the math. So, I yanked out my box of memorabilia.
And then, I trashed that sorry idea. I don't know how Sarah is doing this journal reading. I read mine and couldn't stand it. It was absolutely dreadful. Everything was horrible, negative, depressing, pathetic and repetitive. Well, I'm still those things, I'm sure, but I couldn't stand these journals. Nothing worth revisiting. I trashed them all. There is absolutely no point keeping things that trash my self esteem. And they had nothing but ugly to pass on to my kids, so I feel great about this decision. I am also anti-journaling aside from this blog. I write down spiritual experiences, though, so that is enough in my opinion.
I did, however, enjoy going through my college scrapbook. I am so surprised that it was funny and happy considering it was the worst time in my life. I think I have confronted and resolved a lot of that though, so I could really feel the fun times. Also, I kept the loving encouraging notes and letters from that time, and it was awesome to see how much love and flattery came my way. And I do love flattery. It appears that I was quite glam in the eyes of the extremely naive Mormon girls who had never kissed anyone at age 18. That is not a slam on the not-kissing folks. It is more a commentary on the I-stopped-counting-at-50-guys-before-college. Oh yeah, baby. Slutlips. Loved it loved it loved it.
I may or may not do the posting. I'll have to really rummage through my business. And it will be a bragfest, I'm sure, because my self esteem has to be way up there to survive this experience if I do it. And I'll be searching out childhood pictures including Sarah to repay her for the ones she's been posting lately.
Junior Prom with Justin Case. Red lips all the way. Bare shoulders not prohibited by the church, yet, so back off young'uns.
15 comments:
You are truly the funniest person I know! As depressed as I always am, I laugh EVERY time I read anything you write. Thanks for always cheering me up. Love ya girl!
I love that picture!! You look great in blue. And when I read my old journals, I think I was so stupid. I was COMPLETELY boy crazy, worse than you could ever imagine, and it pretty much embarrasses me. Oh well, that's life ;) Love you
I think we were all boy crazy to a ridiculous degree; I sure was.
Michelle, you have to be crazy to think this post was funny. Except the slutlips part - that was funny if I do say so myself. Besides, Sarah is the funniest person you know. And when you pair her with Liz, they are the dynamic duo of hilarity. You won't even think crap is funny, but they make you laugh at it! You be a good lady, Michelle My Belle.
Yeah, what the hell?! Michelle, I'm for damn sure the funniest person you know. I woke up today with the resolve to stop cussing and then I read your comment. Is all that cold air making you Utarded?
Does anyone else think it's hilarious that that boys name was Justin Case. Just in case. Craziness. I remember taking you to buy that dress in Montrose at some vintage clothing store. Good times.
And I read my journals from when Angelo and I were first married and they were horribly depressing. Those are still too recent to be considered funny. Give me another 20 years and that Townewest house and the fights with Angelo's parents will be friggin hilarious.
Love the photo! Sarah has a point - Just in case - hilarious!!
I am so 'anti-journaling' - I thought I was the only Mormon that was! I read back on when Jessie was having all her surgeries and I was pregnant with Rachael and they were just, well I can't come up with a word: horrifying, unreadable, just plain hard to read and I decided that, 'you know what - these are my memories and not a soul is going to learn anything from them, and damn anyone for pitying me' - so in the trash they went. Never looked back. Very freeing.
I think it's hilarious that your dates name was actually Justin Case! Did his parents want to punish him? I think "slutlips" is hilarious! Love you.
Slutlips. That's a good one.
This date had to be the highlight of Just-In-Case's HS career. Foxy!
Justin had the personality to fit and love his name. He was a ggod guy.
Don't think my self-esteem could survive putting HS stuff EVER. Not ever in 20 years. So embarrassing...
Love watching you three sisters from the sidelines. Thanks for the show. Mary getting on board anytime soon?
That dress would be considered very naughty now a days! I totally cracked up at his name - did his parents not like him? I was reading my journals yesterday for a laurel activity I was planning and there is no way I could put those on my blog. Way too embarrassing - I was soooooo stupid!
Ewww, KTDs are gross. (Kissing Transmitted Diseases)
Sounds like a little Rugo is jealous. The only disease I ever had was chronic kissing-related happiness.
I LOVED that dress! I remember playing with it in your closest and thinking that it was so beautiful and that fringe must be super cool because you had a dress that was ALL fringe. I always thought when I went to my junior prom I would wear that dress too. But then I grew up and realized that we are 10 years apart and fringe isn't so cool anymore. But you sure did rock that dress in '94!
p.s. I thought that about all of ya'lls dresses and none of them worked out. You let me down ladies!
Oh Slutlips, if flattery is what you need, flattery is what you'll get. You are so funny. And hot in the slightly saucy prom dress, And thank you for pointing out that the standards for mormon prom were very different back then. I am mortified by my ho-bag dresses that are unsuitable to be displayed at our New Begginings. Oh wait, no I am not. I am happy to have gotten away with ho clothes free of the guilt. And I also want to flatter you for your keen opinion on dark journals. Lowell and I have each tossed our fare share. When all a journal does is bring you back to a regrettable place, it ain't no family heirloom.
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