We have enough interest that the Peep Show will go on! It will be smaller than previous years, but that is okay. :)
All-O-ver, Ol-i-vore . . . we're learning that Oliver's name has some fun mispronunciations.
Also, ask him what is name is and this is what you'll hear: "My name is Oli . . . Oli . . . Oliv . . . Oli . . . I don't know."
Here I am at SFO. Again. What should have been a 40 minute layover has turned into a 5 hour layover with merely a possibility of getting on the red-eye at 10:30. Flying standby. And if I don't get on the standby flight . . . they tell me my next shot at JFK isn't for 24 hours. Yeah. So let's hope that doesn't happen. And if I don't get on standby, well, there's got to be another way home.
S: Oliver, Is Mom a child of God?
O: Yes!
S: No, Mom is a grown up!
The one night -- ever -- when Micah and I get to bed at 10:00 and could, feasibly, get 9 hours of uninterrupted sleep, Simon wakes up crying inexplicably at midnight and can't go back to sleep, Oliver falls out of bed, and we're all out a couple of hours of sleep. Clearly we need to never try to go to to bed early. It's the only way to get a good night's sleep around here.
I started to keep a journal 14 years ago today. Happy birthday to my journal. To celebrate this momentous occasion, I am doing something I may regret. I am “digitizing” my journals, one entry at a time, 14 years to the day after they were written. And I am doing it on a publicly accessible blog. Micah says I am doing the world a favor by allowing them access to my adolescent thoughts. I’m still on the fence about that one, but I’m sure it will provide some good laughs — at least until I can’t take it anymore and abandon the project entirely. Or until various members of my family plot my demise. To them, I apologize in advance. I was young.
So far- awesome! so is there a comment function on there? Did you mention that and I missed out.
I love it.
This is a great idea and I will go ahead and spare everyone the disaster that is my journal.
Also, I thought of you specifically when I posted that blog. Please go. Hug Heather Ross for me. Tell her I love her. Buy me something cool (I'll totally pay you back!) and just soak it up for everyone who wishes they were cool enough to live in NYC.
Thanks.
Wow, that's very brave of you!! It would be a good idea for me to put mine up, but then my writing skills are nowhere near as good as yours so there mine wouldn't be nearly as fun to read. That's an awesome idea, good luck with it!
I'm excited to read these Lizzie! It's funny, I know that in one of my teen-age journal entries I actually wrote myself a note to see your journal because I was too tired or too mad to finish writing myself. I don't know what I was thinking- that maybe we shared a brain or something and our thoughts would be the same…? Weird! Great idea and good luck!
Becca, you and Lizzie did share the same brain growing up, remember?
Good for you Lizzie, I definitely would not have the guts to post my journal.
Stephanie,there is a comment function . . . it is at the top instead of the bottom of the post, but it will probably all change because Micah is going to do some fancy magic to it and it will all be different.
And Natalie, believe me, my writing skills are not at all on display in these journals. My self-pitying skills? Yes. My teenage angst? Boy howdy. Sigh.
Becca, I apologize in advance for an upcoming entry. I don't really think you're mean. Anymore.
Sarah, are you saying that Becca and I each only had half a brain? And also, this is about healing, getting over my teenage years, and learning to laugh at myself. Guts have nothing to do with it.
Nope. I'm saying that you and Becca each had a full brain, but it only seemed to work when you two were together.
Wow, that is pretty brave. I totally hadve that exact same "all about me" journal. Journal's are awesome.