Old Journals

I was asked to give a little synopsis on my journal writing experiences at a Relief Society Meeting  last night, and also to put some of my childhood and childrens' journals on display.  Can I just say how much I HATE getting up and talking in front of people.  Ugh.  So I was bright red (I'm sure), voice quivering, and practically hyperventilating, but I did it.  I would much rather have written something and had them all read it.  At any rate, I had fun pulling out old journals and wanted to share some of my favourite entries from my childhood.  (PS, I left the spelling as was!)

May 29, 1991

Saturday May 25, at night, I experienced the most wonderful thing in my whole entier life (I think.)  The experience I experienced was going to the movie theater for my first time.  I went with dad as a date.  I think because I was in a bad mood about moving.  Anyhow we watched "Wild Hearts Can't Be Broken."  It was wonderful, so wonderful that dad said when it comes on tape we're going to buy it.  I can't wait.  See you later bye!

Wednesday, April 12 1989
Work work work  I just love work most peoples hate work and love play I guase I am just not normal.  For the age of 8 1/2 I think that I do a pretty good job.

Thursday, April 13 1980
I can't wait t'ille I am old enought to go to the BYU university.  Me and Janeth Towndsende.

Sunday, May 7 1989
Oh! Oh!  Here comes C {little sister} into the puzles into the marker oh!  What can you do with a two year old sister?

Sunday, May 21 1989
Guess what just last thursday I wanted to make a surprise for mom all by my self because you might know she is pregnent with her fith child and she has flued in her legs and her vains are starting to show and the heaveryer the babby gets the worst mom gets so she's bed bounded.  So I wanted to make an extra specel surprise so I whent to the only room wher no one was whitch was the kitchien at that time.  So I sat down and started to think, I looked around the kitchen thinking I could bake or cook somthing.  Sonne I came acros to the recipie box and boy did that give me a great idea.  I jump of my chair and looked at the recipies.  I came acros deserts but most of them wher complicated and some we didint have all the ingredeants so I skipt a feaw.  I'll tell you the rest tomorrow or another day.  {never did... wonder what I made?!}

Saturday June 3, 1989
Today we we're robbed. 

Sunday June 4, 1989
Boy do I have a story to tell you.  Well yesterday me, T, A, and Dad were shopping and droping off things and picking up things and going all over town and finaley we picked up a pakage of lezonia and put it in the back and whent on our way soon we came to the super store to buy some stuf and Dad said put the lezonia on the floor so we did and whent in the super store and in about five munuts flat we came out.  And we were on our way to the Padezwas to give them some shoping so we got their and because the lazonia was in a shoping bag we gave it to the Padezwas thinking it was some of their shoping stuf.  And next we went to Valdis and my Dad said wher is the lazonia?  And we said I don't know and thought we were robbed and today we just found out the real stuf and the real story and had the lazonia for super and boy was it good.  {this entry took 4 pages of my journal!}

Tuesday, July 25 1989
Is'int this a lovely journal?  I love it very much it is also my favorit color uncounting yellow.  I got it from my uncle Max and my aunty Terry for my birthday and I chose it out because they gave me eight dollars to spend because I turnd eight years old.  The jurnal was $5.95 thats a bite expensive but I did not have a journal at the time.  Just now when I went to our naghbors Mrs. Short who is very old said that she had lost 50 dollars in a choclet box we were looking and looking but we did not find it.  Just then the spirit told me to look in one of her drwors so I asked her if I could so I looked in the draware and their it was the 50 dollors in the chocolet box.  She gave me 1$ for it.

Thursday, November 9 1989
I have the chicken pocks.  They are realy itchey.  When my Dad calld to see me he calld me chicken.  I have them under my hair and that hurts a lot lot lot.  I have the chicken pocks and me alone.  They are very itchey but I musst not itch them nop nop nop!

Sunday, November 1989
Today was our Primary Presentation.  To me I could so so what about it.  I will tell you the hole story if you promise you will not laugh.  Promise?  PROMISE!  I will tell you the true story tomorow in my journal entry.

Monday, November 20
Well it started out fine when I whent up.  But by the time it got closer to the time my talk got closer to do.  A few talks and songs before my talk I started up a plan to get awaey from my talk.  I would tell Sister Irvine/ our Primary President/ that I had a bad head ack and would like to go see my parents.  And that is just what I did.  But when I tried to tell Mom and Dad I had a headack I was to nervous and started to cry and that's when I got my headack.  I enentouley did do my talk with shaking knees.  I do this evry year and this year I decided not to be in it again.

90 02 11
Today is mom's birthday.  She loved her presents a hole lot.  Yesterday I did not write in my journal because I was interfeerd in some other things and also I was in a bad mood because my dad told me I could not get a walkman for many reasons but the one the most imporante is that it could get my ears rooned.  I'm already a bit deaf.

90 04 02
Today is a p.d. day.  I ust to tell my parents that p.d. stood for perfetional dad now the jokes to old.  Now I'm going to tell you parts important parts of my good wonderful day.  I got up ate breakfast and all that other stuff dad walked to work but in the midlle of the walk it started to pour rain like crazy.  So of course he phoned and asked iwe we could bring him some nice warm dry cloths and of course we did.  Than we came home, washed up a bit went to Canadian Tier to the Library got two videos and a whole bunch of books and than went to pick up a friend of mine named Janeth.  We all came home Janeth and I played college, work, and post office it was lots of fun aspecilly with the popcorn and apple cider we had with it whille playing.  Than ate lunch ran some errands picked up T from the Bunts hoe and droped Janeth and I off at Sister Terri's house "she's my primary teacher" for a rehearsal of our class presentation witch is Sunday the eighth of April "this coming week."  We didn't just reherse we ate, we sang, we playd, and we got to know each other more.  When we sang I Stand All Amazed Sister Terri cried and for the first time in a long time my testemony seed grew bigger.  Bye now!

Sunday, Nov. 18, 1990
I just closed my journal and lied to my mother saying I just wrote a lot in my journal.

Thursday, Dec. 6 1990 (age 10)
Today Nick asked me out again.  I wonder if he's go the point that I'm not going to go out with him.  He went a little to far today.  You know what he did, he came running towards me with his arms stretched out, he was trying to hug me.  When I saw him coming I rn like crazy yelling NO NO NO.  Then when a girl asked him out he said no ran to me and said I give up you'r ethe girl for me.  I ignored him.  I'm glad I chose the right.  I hope matters don't get worse.

Thursday, Dec. 11 1990
Today A (little brother) cracked his head and had to get stitches.  I felt sorry for him but not any more, he got to go to McDonalds and have fries, and chocolat milk shake, Mom bote him a connectable and dad bought him a chocolate snowman.  "No fair!"  I guess I was wrong.  Mom just explained.

December 29, 90

Last night I had a dream that I was sitting on a gold bench with Dad's mom who died at his birth.  I was wearing a lovely pink dress and she was wearinga  lovely blue dres.  Then a bunch of relatives (from dad's side) came over and complemented me on how much I look like her. 
Then I woke up.

Today when our family went to Uncle Pat and Aunt Laird's I overheard Pat say to dad how much I look like his mom.  (Pat's Dad's uncle".

March 3, 1990
Today I would like to tell you about an experience I had yesterday.  Well it all started when I was having a lot and I mean a lot of trouble with my piano practice, so if you know me I got all upset and started saying things like; I hate this piano, or I'm going to quit, and I wish I were dead.  When I said I wish I were dead, Mom took me to dad to have another talk about my atitude.  Boy was I a cry baby then.  Dad was saying things about me I had no idea bout.  Then he had me say a prayer but I didn't want to at the time.  It must have taken me hours before I finally could.

no date
Today wene the fone rang I went to answere it I did not know who it was.  The personne said: Is this the (maiden name) home?  And I said: yes.  And the personne said: I am th epolice and your father is in jail and he talked to Mom he was lafhing.  It was really Roger Lamsden.


Thanks for indulging me.  Some of the picture journals (ages 3-6) really crack me up.  But I'll save you from any more entries for today!