Well, I've been in Miami for the past few days. Relaxing, having fun ... maybe a little too much fun, but that's beside the point. I took a girls trip with my mom and sister for a wedding. The whole weekend was filled with the shock of seeing people I haven't seen in 10-17 years. Last time I saw the bride's parents I was 7 years old! The wedding was amazing. It was hard to not cry when her dad - clad in custom-made green plaid pants (as a native Scot he wore the pants instead of the customary kilt) - walked her down the aisle. She looked absolutely stunning in her Vera Wang wedding dress ... it makes me choke up just thinking about their first dance to "Somewhere Over the Rainbow" (the version from "50 First Dates"). I now find myself crying at weddings. Ever since I had my own I realize just how special and amazing that one day is, and it makes me so incredibly happy to see someone I care for so much to be experiencing that same joy. Ahhhh .... sorry getting too sappy right now.
On to the good stuff. While in Miami I also saw another friend who happened to be living there. I hadn't seen her since middle school, about 10 years. We were really good friends, and have kept in touch through e-mail and Christmas cards. She was the friend I confided all of my secrets, told the things you don't tell anyone else, and cried with over broken hearts and failing friendships. We had this group of inseparable friends of whom I still have very fond memories and laugh when I think of the silly things we did together. Right before I left for Miami I got a little nostaglic and started reminiscing about the old times and how exciting it would be to see her again. I found this notebook in my childhood bedroom with secret contents from the lives of me and my friend. We didn't pass notes in class, we passed a whole notebook. On the plane I read the entire thing. It's funny that our memories alter how things actually happened. We were so dramatic about every little thing. One of the lines that struck me as so funny:
"I am so mad at my mom. Ten years from now, I'm still going to be mad at her. I will never forgive her for this. This is my eighth grade prom!! I'm NOT going to come home early from my own eighth grade prom. My life is ruined."
Yes, those words poured from MY pen. It's now ten years later and I totally forgot about the eighth grade prom. Who even cares about the eighth grade prom? Apparently it was a HUGE deal to me.
One of the problems I encountered while reading this was all the nicknames we used. We took precautions with this notebook in case it was ever stolen and read by other people. We used nicknames for EVERYONE. That's one thing I had also forgotten, and I don't even remember who each nickname was for. Some of the names were:
Dark Boy
Margarita Man
Booby
Sour Cream
Hot Boy
Mole Man
I have no idea who half of these names were assigned to! But I was still given weird looks on the plane as I was laughing hysterically at a notebook covered in whiteout decorated in "I heart ?" all over it. Girls, if you ever get the chance to read any of the notes you've kept from middle school, DO IT. It will give you hours of endless entertainment and memory jogging. It also made me realize how I have lost so much of my passion and drama in life. We do that as adults, we tend to be so non-chalant and lax about certain situations.
Ok, this post really had no point. Just had some thoughts in my head, so there you have it:
Great wedding
Great friends
Great memories
Great notebook
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I have stumbled across my journals from middle school and a few notes between girlfriends...
those things are going to be important when my daughters are in middle school; I'll need to have that perspective, to help me remember that those were some of the most TRYING TIMES IN MY LIFE THAT I WOULD NEVER EVER IN A MILLION YEARS FORGET ABOUT THE TIME...um, forget about...uh,...
aw crap.
i used to keep a journal to myself with notes of what not to do when i become a mother. esp in jr high, i felt like i was always angry at my mother for one thing or another and so i kept a journal in order to keep myself from turning into the same kind of mother! i bet if i read it now, i would laugh at some of it's contents!
i still haven't thrown away most of the notes i passed in middle and high school . . . i bet it would be fun to go through and read them again. i think my mom just brought them up to me this weekend when she cleaned the rest of my old things out of her garage.
that song "somewhere over the rainbow" is by israel somethingorotherthatistoolongtopronouncecorrectly. i love that song! we had it played at our wedding reception!
also, how were you able to post your yahoo avitar on your blog? i wanna post mine!
I love reading my old journals. The drama little girls have, who likes who... so entertaining!
Little Miss - That's such a good idea! Once I have kids I'll have to remember to re-read all of my notes from school so I can try to relate to my kids.
Tabitha - I hate myself now for being so resentful to my mom! I don't know why I was, but I was convinced that she was there just to ruin my life! Also, there are instructions on the avitar website for how to post it on your blog. It should give you some html code to copy and paste.
Just me - It was SO entertaining reliving all of my old crushes and what boys liked me. It's so funny that we would "just DIE" if anyone found out who we liked. So dramatic!
i read in my journal the other day about the boys i had massive crushes on. saw those same boys at my 10 year reunion and thanked God above for unanswered prayers.
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