August, 1998

Dear Journal,
Last night mom sewed on the ribbon and elastic for my shoe. She was so busy she has to do the other one tonight. We also rented Blues Brothers 2000 last night. Oh, and dad went to Dallas until this Friday for Business. I miss him a lot. I also miss Magen. She is in Dallas with her cousins. I don't know when she gets back. I have to go...wait I forgot to say I won both rounds of the sword drill at Sunday School. Bye!

August, 1998

Dear Journal,
Wow! I just got back from getting my new pointe shoes! I also got a new leotard. It is beautiful. It has velvet at the top. I love it. Oh, I have decided to take tap again this year, it would be a waste of several years if I did not. I gotta go.

August, 1998

Dear Journal,
I got back from camp a couple days ago, and I want to go back. It was so much fun. Anne Denny was the activity director and she is funny. John made up a game called Titanic. You have to find three pieces of candy and get out into the life boat in time. The hard part is that you don't know where the candy is and there are barricades that means there is only one way into a room. Oh, and outside stairs you have to go down and inside stairs you go up. We also played the cookie game three times! That was fun, too. We had a sword drill and a chapel quiz time and I did really good. Not to brag, but it's the truth. People could tell you I was good except you're a diary! Ha! Ha! I have to go now. I will talk about camp more later. There is a lot to tell!

July, 1998

Dear Journal,
Tomorrow is Rex and Shawna's wedding. I don't really want to go...because it will be a long, hot drive to Tulsa. My mom said five hours! I have to wear my old dress, I only have one, and I can't get a new one, even for a "special" occasion like this. Ok, I'm going to admit that it's not going to be a as bad as I make it out to be. But I still think that it's going to be a long drive. With Beth getting motion sickness, Rose crying, and Joel just being a pain in the butt, I don't think I'll like it much. But there is one car ride I am looking forward to, camp. Yes, I don't mind going on a long ride, as long as we are going somewhere I like. Speaking of that, my uncle in Texas bought us 3 oldest kids and dad football tickets to the Baylor vs. KSU game!

[note: ok, I feel like there are SO many things I need to apologize for in this post. Shawna, sorry I put "special" in quotation marks. I was 12...and we didn't have A/C in our van in the summer...that's my excuse. Joel, I really don't think you're a pain in the butt anymore. ;)]

July, 1998

Dear Journal,
My uncle Larry and aunt Maxine visited for the last time. I'm going to miss them. They are so cool! I wish they could stay longer. Well, that's all!

[note: I'm not sure why I said "the last time" as it's definitely not the last we saw of them]

Reprieve

So, as it turns out, I'm not really sure where I put my Diary. Really. Everything so far was written and then schedules were set to post a couple every day. That was on Friday. Now it's Wednesday, and time to add more...except I really don't remember where I put that darned book.

Oh my gosh, I hope nobody, like, FINDS it, and like, READS it! Oh my gosh. How totally EMBARRASSING would it be for people I don't even know to READ MY DIARY?! And I'm usually SO good at hiding it.

Actually, it can only be in one of the following places:
1) My messy car
2) My messy house

So, I'll try really hard to remember to look for it so that I can continue on with this not-at-all-overly-dramatic theme.

In other, totally non-related news:
Someone told me today that CHER might be playing catwoman in the next movie. Kill me now. However, they have some really sweet actors lined up for the other villains. Maybe this Cher business is just to scare me so senseless that I'm numbed for the third installment. Maybe?

July, 1998

Dear Journal,
Today has been exciting. Right after breakfast, Grace and I started cleaning our room. We cleaned until really late in the afternoon, and then, when it was all done, Grace and I took down the bunk beds. Then, Matt helped us get our new beds into our room. (They aren't really new, they're the boys old ones). Then, Matt helped us get our new dresser into our room. (The dresser is not really new either, my grandma gave it to us. It is new to us though.) My mom is painting Beth, Joel and Rose's room blue, with puffy white clouds and a tree that says "SANDERS" on it. You know, like in Winnie the Pooh. I have to go, but not before I tell you the most horrible news, the McDonalds are coming to spend the 4th with us. These are my dad's friends, the nightmare friends, the friends that kill! No, I am not exaggerating. And I might have to give up my beautiful bedroom for the parents!