Millie goes to camp with the boys now, and George picked her up as a favor to her parents. The boys were so cute with her. You could tell they were trying to impress her, especially Miles. Love it! Of course I took lots of pictures for the future rehearsal dinner we’ll be hosting.
There’s a small pond behind my mom and Larry’s house that’s stocked with fish. The boys love it when Larry takes them fishing, and this weekend, they each caught a fish! Legit! Dinner was good that night! (Only kidding – of course we threw them back.)
Grandee and I took the boys to Chuck E Cheese to use up a bunch of tokens I had left over from a birthday party three years ago. At that point, the boys were terrified by the noise and lights and giant costumed mouse. This time, they were obsessed with this racing game, and have not stopped talking about going back to "Chicky Cheese."
I ran a 5K! The whole dang thing! Let me translate this.
– It’s blurry because I had to run and photograph at the same time.
– It only says 3.09 because as soon as it hits the end of the work out (3.10 in this case), it resets back to zero.
– I didn’t actually do it in 27:50. I wish! The treadmill counts back from 60 minutes, so it really took me 32:10. But that’s still faster than I’ve ever done it!
– 5.7 mph was my average speed – that’s a 10:20 mile!
(I can’t believe I forgot to blog this! I was so excited about it!)
While I was cleaning out my office, I found my old journal from third grade. That was 1983. I had to scan in a few entries, just for fun.
December 14, 1983
Today, we went on a field trip around B.R. [Baton Rouge] We went to the Governers Mansion, Pentagon Barracks, (We saw everything but the G.M.) Mrs. Ellis was the tour guide. Actually we had a school bus tour. My partner was Aimee. She’s so sweet.
Tristen’s crying because Jonathon hit him. He hit Jonathon in the jaw. Jonathon hit him in the stomach. I do feel sorry for Tristen because you can kill someone by punching people in the stomach, and you can’t kill anyone by punching in the jaw.
Huh. I don’t know where I got that bit of information from. Poor Tristen gets quite a beating in my journal. I was not a fan. Fortunately, I don’t remember his last name, so I can’t look him up on Facebook. I think it’s best that I don’t try to apologize for writing mean things about him 30 years ago.
February 14, 1984
Hi! Today for valentines day, I got a cat book from Mommy & Daddy and a box of chocklates. They’re good. My secret valentine is Christian. Rather I got one from Christian. I gave Tristen one. I had no choice to whom we gave one to. Christains was so sweet that I almost cryed. There was two very sweet ryimes. Then, he explained how he liked me. I don’t think he does. But I hope so. I like Christain. He’s so creative. I love creativity. Christain has the most I’ve ever knew you could.
I think Christain has so much creativity because he made two (I’m sure) award winning poems. I mean they were really really good.
Aimee got braces yesterday. They aren’t the kind I expected. They have goold caps on her last two molars on the top of her mouth – and then a wire is connected to it and it goes all of the way from the back and goes between her 2nd & 4th teeth. It is really weird. In three months, she will… [and I go on and on about her orthodontic plans.]
Oh my, third grade drama. Can you believe I had to give Tristen (or was it Tristem? Can’t remember or tell from my spelling) a secret valentine? From my defensive explanation, you can tell I wasn’t thrilled. And wouldn’t you know, Christian and I because good friends in college? We still stay in touch. Love this! Hope he doesn’t feel too awkward about my crush way back when.