July 15, 2005

• Hindsight is said to be 20/20 and should perhaps inspire you to be more
  introspective, unfortunately it is most often just
  embarrassing.   Jim decided it would be fun to go through
  some stuff in my old room at my parents house.  I would have
  stopped him with whatever force necessary had I known his evil plan,
  but unfortunately I was sleeping and thus blissfully unaware of the
  secrets he set about to uncover.   Later, he rather gleefully (much
  too happy with his success) showed me the journals, CD’s and pictures
  he uncovered which he had already gone through (much to my
  chagrin).   Back when I was thirteen,  I was encouraged
  by a mature, righteous, young lady (or so I thought at the time, now I
  just make fun of her absurdity…and mine) to resist demeaning my journal
  with trivial things like boys or drama, but rather give words of wisdom and
  rhema’s from Scripture that would be a source of counsel and wisdom for
  my children and grandchildren.   Now, as I endure endless
  teasing from my husband, I wish I had just written about boys. 
  Goodness knows I obsessed about them enough back then whether or not my
  journal commemorates that fact.   I considered burning the
  silly journals (or something equally vindictive), but they really are
  too funny, even if they are just a load overtly religious mumbo jumbo
  (of course I thought it was modestly covert at the time ).

  Moving on to the pictures Jim found…

      I’m barely eighteen, and new to the hell-hole better known as the
  Riverfront Character Inn.   All the guys look funny with
  their pleated, too-short pants, and their super short hair, and the
  girls in their hideously awkward skirts (not that skirts are
  hideous…just the ones we wore).  I can’t resist putting some of
  the pictures in my blog even if I was a truly horrid photographer back
  then.  I maintain it was largely due to my camera (it was one of
  the first consumer digital cameras)  which took the picture about
  three seconds after you pushed the button.

  
  The dude looking at the camera is my husband (although I would have
  dropped the camera I was holding if you had told me that when I took
  this picture).   The girl on his left is Julie, who is still
  tiny and cute.  The girl on his right is Liz, who was and is thin, beautiful and tall (we all called
  her “Elizabeth” at the time).  It seemed like she spent most of
  her life at Verity on those crutches, at least that’s what we teased
  her about.   I shall continue the tradition (of teasing) and
  wonder in horror what in the world she was thinking when she bought
  that outfit. <sigh>  Those were the good ol’ days, now 
  I’m told the only thing teasable about her is her elbows. 

  
  The two people who terrified me most during the first half of the first
  semester: Josh and Kevin.   Only thing missing is the evil yellow
  legal pad Kevin sealed our fates with.

  
  Just too cute.  Naomi and Liz, two girls I hung out with at
  Verity.  The one I have nothing in common with is still a good
  friend and the other one dropped off the face of the earth. Can you
  tell which one is from the west coast and which is from Michigan?

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