Marta is amazing and if she can be tagged then so can I.
What I was doing 10 years ago:1998 huh? You are asking the world's worst memory to conjure up stories from 10 years ago? Psh. I blocked out those years, yo! You really should ask my friend, Julie, what I was doing 10 years ago. I guarantee she knows better than I do. But, here’s what I do remember:
I was just finishing up 8th grade. I transferred schools that year and it was my first experience in a "public school" with other kids that I didn't know. It was my first experience with "real junior high", the salad bar, staggered lunch breaks and a big school. Luckily, most of my church and neighborhood friends went to this school so I wasn't alone. I remember sitting outside during lunch and shamelessly flirting with boys. I met my soon-to-be best friend, Sarah, at that lunch table. She was new too, but sadly, didn't have back-up friends like I did. One of my friends (pretty sure it was Kemra) took her under her wing and invited her to eat with us. Since that day, we were best friends all through high school and most of college. Her friendship was an important part of my life.
On hot days, I would sit inside in the cafeteria and practice my penmanship so that I could write like Angie. I would sit at one of the white, veneer cafeteria tables, open my notebook, pull out a scrapbooking pen and doodle for the entire lunch period. Mostly, I would write my first name joined with the last name of my daily crush (and I'm not exaggerating when I say "daily". Just ask Julie.)
Speaking of daily crushes, I also remember sitting on the rail outside of the school waiting for my ride home. Most of the neighborhood kids waited in that same spot, but most importantly, so did Kevin. I remember going back and forth with my crushes on him. I was really into shaking hands at that point (nerd) and I would go up to him and shake his hand and he was nice about it. He made me laugh and he teased me. It was fun and I wrote my name a lot with his.
Mostly, I remember the feelings I had. I remember dropping a maxi pad in the crowded school hallway on my way to the bathroom and feeling like everyone stopped to stare at me as I picked it up. I remember being commissioned to draw "life stories" of my friends with their recent crushes and feeling pleased by the compliments on my creativity. I remember trying not to laugh when I caught Mr. Boyd, in the back of the classroom, casually put his hands behind his head while he secretly sniffed his armpits. I remember worrying about what boys thought of my hair and wondered why I didn't trade in my glasses for contacts years ago. I remember circling future marriage prospects in my yearbook and giving Tricia "the scoop" at the drinking fountain on whether or not Chase liked her. At the time, I thought I would have liked to skip over the next few years and into my adulthood. But, just like everyone does at some point in their lives, I crave the easiness of childhood and realize that those embarrassing, creative, curious, fun experiences taught me how to be who I am now.
5 things on my to-do list today:
1. renew library books
2. work out
3. pick David up from work (we carpool these days - we're soooo green!)
4. make salmon tacos for dinner
5. watch the season finale of LOST
5 things on my lifelong to-do list:
1. birth several babies
2. wear a size 4 or 6 again and keep it that way (except when growing said above babies)
3. climb Kilimanjaro
4. run a marathon
5. make David so insatiably happy, he'll be confused
Sweets I enjoy:
chocolate chip cookies and/or dough
reisin
melted dark chocolate
red vines (only in movie theatres)
fancy french pastries
fruit snacks
frozen hot chocolate from DQ
Last three books I read:
1. The Memory Keeper's Daughter (meh)
2. Austenland (hee)
3. These Is My Words (ohh)
Last three movies I saw:
1. Indiana Jones and the Kingdom of the Crystal Skull (eee)
2. The Family Man (aah)
3. and we watch a little Gilmore Girls DVD every night (sigh)
Places I've lived before:
Mesa, AZ
Provo, UT
Rexburg, ID
Boston, MA
Now tag amongst yourselves . . .
