8.11.2011

From my Journal

I was 8 years old when I started writing in a journal, and good thing because my handwriting needed some help! I love journals, and I love that I started writing as early as I did even if I wasn't consistent in the slightest. Hopefully, you have a laugh at some of my childhood thoughts, and if this doesn't inspire you to start writing (if you aren't already), I hope you find something that will.

November 11, 1994
This is the worst day of my life. No sleepovers during school years can't go to Classic Skating with my friends intell my chores are done I wish I could do whatever I wanted to do but my mom and dad always boss us aroud. I know they still love me (heart around "love me") but I still wish I was a mom. But, I'm going to be nicer. Diana. 

It's true-I dreamed about being a mom since who knows when. I once had 50 imaginary children, 24 boys and 26 girls. We lived in a school building, and our mode of transportation was a school bus. And, of course, all of my stuffed animals were "my children." I kept a notebook of their names, birthdays, likes/dislikes. You'd think with all this prep I'd be a Supermom by now, but I know Michael already has thoughts similar to mine, "Gosh Mom, stop telling me to do my chores!" I should be nicer. ;)

November 12, 1994
This is another worse day of my life. have to clean my room always and I can't go skating because of my dumb sister named Suzanne we call her Suzy for short.  
I'm sorry Suzy. I don't know what you did to dear me, but don't worry I apparently retracted that statement at some point as you can tell by that line being crossed out, and I totally love your guts!

And now for more important news, I give to you a quick run down of what some of my family was up to on February 10, 1997 (This was only a few pages after 1994--so obviously I didn't write that much) I really don't have a lot to say so I'll tell you what's going on. Suzy is practicing violin, Philip is crying, Mom is cleaning the bathroom, James is just standing in our room, and I'm writing in here.

On January 15, 1998 there is a chocolate cake smudge that Philip smeared on my page, and I circled it with my pen and made note of the act. Haha!

From all of this, however, it was a couple sentences at the end of a journal entry that inspired me to blog today at all. But that will just have to wait until another day.

5 comments:

Nancy said...

This was sweet, Diana. I have kept a journal for as long as I could write—I love journaling! :D Can't wait to hear more from you!

RORYJEAN said...

Haha! This is great! Love it. I wish I had started journaling earlier in life.

MidSpeck said...

Haha! The entry with James made me laugh.

Suzy said...

August 14th 2011 I <3 U 2

Lisa said...

Isn't it awesome how dramatic these events were to you in your life back then. I love how you developed your own huge family as a kid, and even kept track of their birthdays and what they liked and didn't like. I was terrible at that as a mom. I can't tell you how many times I've forgotten which fruit or vegetable one kid liked or didn't like. Geez, I can't even get their names right half the time! I always dreamed of being a school teacher and had an imaginary class. I'd take roll and call on them to answer questions, even though they weren't real. Good times.