I have been remiss on the house updates. One of my readers called me to ask about my kitchen since I haven't posted any pictures recently (I like to keep things really personal, so feel free to call me any time!), so I decided it was finally time. I had to clean my kitchen to take these pictures. I hope you appreciate the effort I go to just to keep you happy. (I didn't sweep the floor though. Your happiness isn't THAT important to me.)
All my life I was taught and encouraged to keep a journal. I took that counsel to heart knowing that one day, if it didn't inspire a nation, my diary would at least inspire my daughter or granddaughter as she worked her way through struggles just like my own.
In spite of the problems with this: including the fact that I don't have a daughter and even if I manage to have a granddaughter someday, she will be too busy colonizing another galaxy or fighting off the sentient robots to read my journals, there is one more major problem: These journals are filled with completely useless, ridiculous nonsense. I've read it. It is mind numbing. It is boring and tedious. Someone should have slapped me upside the head. Who would ever want to read that drivel??
YOU, THAT'S WHO.
Because I spent years of my life filling those journals with my deepest, most heartfelt and secret emotions and I am not going to let it go to waste. Lets take a look at one of my earliest journal entries, shall we? (Some punctuation and spelling mistakes have been corrected to aid with comprehension.)
April 17, 1988
I'm 10 now. I turned 10 sixteen days ago. Through March we had roadshow rehersal on the 30 and 31 of March. Last Tuesday we bought a new Toyota Corrola from my grandparents. It's really nice. I found out how to make the back seat go forward and make it stay down. Faralee and G.B. know too, but know one else! Dance show was on April 8, 1988, and it was a good one. I left my ballet shoes there, but I have them back now. We got the Gremlin lisensd and we got it inspectid. It's noisy, the Corrolla is very quiet. We named all our cars.
The Subberbans name is "Godzilla".
The Nova's name is "Little Red Riding Hood".
The Corrola's name is "The Limo".
The Gremlins name is "Gismo".
There you have it. This is only my 3rd journal entry ever (the 2nd is one line long and reads: "I'm in thired grade now and I'm eight and 2/1.) and what I thought was worth sharing was not anything about my family or the town I lived in, but the names of our cars. You're welcome, posterity! May this information change your lives for the better! (FYI: Faralee and G.B.--more accurately known as Gaea--are two of my younger sisters.)
Besides that, this is actually a pretty newsy entry for me. Just wait until I hit middle school. You're going to want to gouge your eyes out. Stay tuned!
Also known as the X-5 Robot, it comes loaded with all kinds of built in features. Lets take a look at them. Come on!
Here is the thing about me. I didn't handle remodeling very well. (Actually, I don't handle a LOT of stuff very well. I often wonder how it is possible that I was raised so well by such good parents and still managed to grow up into such a nut case. Anyone else with me? Am I the only one who feels completely insane half of the time?)
It drove me crazy, for instance, that since none of the rooms we were living in were really "Done" yet, we couldn't really decorate them yet. This has been the case for almost the entire time we lived here. I was ready to decorate, darn it, but we still had to replace joists and rerun wiring and probably pull down wallpaper and paint and redo all the plumbing and I JUST WANTED TO DECORATE ALREADY.
So I coped with it in the usual way. I bought throw pillows. You would have done the same. It was too soon to buy art, or furniture, or fabric for curtains, But throw pillows are timeless and go with everything and so I told myself it was ok to buy them and buy them I did. For 10 years I have been buying pillows and putting them in bags in the attic until the time arrived to finally use them.
Well.
I guess you could say that the time has arrived. There is nothing stopping me now. Lets pull out those throw pillows!
So.
Hmm.
Thats a lot of pillows. It is possible that I have more than I need. It is even more possible that I don't even like half of the these anymore. Pillow Therapy is still in its infancy. Naturally there are some kinks that will need to be worked out. But I am on the home stretch of the remodel and I am still alive and who do I have to thank for it if not the pillows?
So it is ok if I give most of them away. Right? RIGHT? I saved the ones I love, and the ones I love saved me. What else matters?