We have all heard them or even uttered the words ourselves.I only knew then what I know now. I am one of those woulda-shoulda-coulda people. Annoying, I know. I wonder should I have bought the bigger bottle of Advil? Should I have finished school? Should I have said more? Should I have said less? Should I have gone right when I went left? It drives my husband crazy every time I do it.
My life is filled with things I maybe shouldn't have done. It makes me wonder if I hadn't made the terrible decisions I had, would I be where I am today? For that matter if I had not made the good decisions I had, where would I be today? I think about how much I have grown; in confidence, in fortitude, my perspective, my spirit. I am more myself today than I was 5 years ago. This might not sound like much. Who isn't more them self than they were 5 years ago in some ways. Well, not everyone would see the possibilities in that. I am a wife, mother, and follower of faith. These are all self sacrificing roles, and roles many who consider themselves to be intellectual, would consider hindrances to self discovery. While I have little time to myself I have discovered more of me within the safe and challenging confines of these roles than I ever would have imagined possible.
As I look back on my (short) life so far sometimes I think, "Man I wish I had known then that I would meet my husband. I never would have dated "him" or done "that". I wouldn't have. Then again, those choices all led me to where I am now. I think less that it was my bad choices and fate, and more that despite all my choices, God was still able to work it out for good. Yes, I think that. Am I so big and important that God can't take my mistakes and work around them? Umm, no. I do wonder what would have happened had I not chosen what I did then and just listened to what I knew I should have been doing. This brings me to now. What am I supposed to be learning now for use later? What will I look back one day on and think "If I had only known then what I know now"? I know that I will. What can I look around me and learn from today? Is it that I should appreciate the days as they are limited?
I guess this post isn't coming together like I want. Sometimes it is hard to muddle through this mess in my head to get it out. What I mean to say is what should I be learning right now that I am running from again like I did then? 20 years from now, or even just 5 , what will I look back and say if I had just listened, I would have decided better. This is not about regretting the past or even anticipating the future. It is about making those changes now and being fully cognisant of the possibilities if you just stop fighting and get out of your own way. If I only knew now, what I will know then.
Friday, August 29, 2008
Thursday, August 21, 2008
Why do they have to grow up??
I had one of those sobering (read: reduced to tears) mommy nights the other day. My babies are growing up and getting older. With school starting next week, it is my ritual to start with the oldest boy and go through his clothes. I pass down to his next youngest brother what is too small and still wearable, and toss what is stained or ratty. Then I do the same thing with the next boy. Everything was going great until I got to Ryker's clothes. It was then I realized why I have been putting this off for so long. I have no one to pass his "too smalls" down to. Then I remembered - I hate doing this.
There I sat surrounded by tiny baby clothes. Remembering. Reminiscing. Poor Ross; he didn't get why I was crying. Men. You know ladies. Most likely even if you have no baby clothes lying around you have some dress you wore on the first date with Mr. Right or the Sweater in which you finally realized he was Mr. Wrong. Whatever, clothes can bring this all back. Tiny little baby clothes are sentimental to me. My mom saved clothes from when I was a baby for me to pass on to my kiddos. (Fat lot of good that did me with this house full of boys)
As I sifted through the tiny apparel I cried. Ross looked at me lovingly (but still like I had spontaneously sprouted a long scaly green tail) as I pressed the sweet little blue dragonfly outfit I brought Ryker home in to my nose and inhaled. He promptly said "Umm, It doesn't smell. Its clean." Yes dear. Thank you. I realized I would probably never smell that sweet baby smell from my own children again. Notice I said PROBABLY. I don't want to say never because God has a sense of humor, and with my second child, no sooner had I finally released all his baby things did I find out I was pregnant again. So I let go of a stage in my life, the 0-12 months age. So sweet. So innocent. So immobile. And while I was at it, I bagged up all clothes that read 18 months to 2T. It's was a night that was so completely, indescribably, simultaneously wonderful and utterly horrific.
Wednesday, August 13, 2008
Mothers with Careers vs. Career Mothers
From the moment you are brave enough (or naïve enough) to share the good news of your pregnancy with your family and friends and let’s face it, the general public because you can’t hide that thing for long, you are faced with millions of complicated questions about your intentions for life after the baby arrives. Are you a breast or bottle girl? Will you vaccinate or just focus on really good handwashing? Disposable or Cloth (which really should be phrased as gross or GROSSER)? Will you have your son circumcised or will you just let nature be? At their core most of these decisions are more about your baby, than you. Except there is that one burning question that is equally about both of you (and your spouse/partner/whatever) too - will you work or will you stay home?
And no matter which you decide to do, you will find that immediately it will set you squarely into one camp of mothers or another: the mothers with careers or the career mothers. And the mothers from those camps don’t cross over, they may coexist peacefully on the playground, but their relationships are tainted with suspicion and judgment and of course, guilt. Of course moms may get along one on one with other mothers from the opposite camp, but when it comes to group interaction you’ll see a line down the middle more clearly than you would at a sixth grade dance. I could spend pages exploring, the psychology and the guilt and the motivation behind making and living with this decision, but I am not a social anthropologist and really, I am the mother of three with a load of laundry to do and a bathroom to clean. So I’ll spare you. I do however, want to let you in on one little secret and I think once I put this out there it might be as eye-opening for you as it was for me. This whole tension between the mothers with careers and the career mothers may be due to a simple misunderstanding. By way of explaining, I’ll share a little anecdote with you.
During a visit to the playground, a friend of mine (who happens to be employed - just so you know that I do have one or two of that kind of friend) overheard a conversation between a couple of moms in the career camp. One mother was bemoaning the fact that her nanny had been absent for a week or two and she had taken her place at home with the children. Now you must understand, this mother was not begrudging her nanny the time off. And she wasn’t complaining about all the things she couldn’t do because she was home with her kids. Instead she was simply admitting to her friend that she was miserable at home because she didn’t like who she had become since being at home for a couple of weeks. She warned her friend "Shoot me if I ever tell you I want to stay home, all I do is yell at these kids all day long." While a part of me would love to poo-poo this mommy with a career and claim that she is clearly not cut-out for full-time childrearing, I know that’s simply not the case.
What I do know is that someone, preferably a stay-at-home type mom, should take this woman and absolve her of her guilt by telling her our (career mommies’) little secret, that’s all we do all day too! That’s what mothering is, hard and frustrating and relentless. And yes there are little moments of hilarity and tenderness and all that good stuff, but there is a lot of struggle in between. This poor woman has been at her office all these years thinking that all those PTA moms and after-school brownie bakers are greeting their kids with sing-songy voices and simply coping with all the hair-pulling, and spills, and selective listening and general bad behavior that comes up in any given day. She could not be more wrong. Sure, we stay-at-home-moms may have a few more tricks up our sleeves for these situations, like turning on the vacuum cleaner or locking ourselves in the closet, but we’re not having any better of a time than she would. So I say this to all the working mothers out there who are struggling with guilt over leaving your children at home: stop second-guessing yourselves, the reason no one is yelling at your kids right now is because you are at work and there is someone with them who you pay to NOT yell at them.
And to all the stay-at-home moms who have wondered if they would stop yelling and start appreciating their kids a little more if they weren’t with them all of the time: stop second-guessing yourselves, no matter how much time we spend away from our children we will never altogether stop yelling at them, because they are our kids and we love them. And sometimes they deserve it.
And no matter which you decide to do, you will find that immediately it will set you squarely into one camp of mothers or another: the mothers with careers or the career mothers. And the mothers from those camps don’t cross over, they may coexist peacefully on the playground, but their relationships are tainted with suspicion and judgment and of course, guilt. Of course moms may get along one on one with other mothers from the opposite camp, but when it comes to group interaction you’ll see a line down the middle more clearly than you would at a sixth grade dance. I could spend pages exploring, the psychology and the guilt and the motivation behind making and living with this decision, but I am not a social anthropologist and really, I am the mother of three with a load of laundry to do and a bathroom to clean. So I’ll spare you. I do however, want to let you in on one little secret and I think once I put this out there it might be as eye-opening for you as it was for me. This whole tension between the mothers with careers and the career mothers may be due to a simple misunderstanding. By way of explaining, I’ll share a little anecdote with you.
During a visit to the playground, a friend of mine (who happens to be employed - just so you know that I do have one or two of that kind of friend) overheard a conversation between a couple of moms in the career camp. One mother was bemoaning the fact that her nanny had been absent for a week or two and she had taken her place at home with the children. Now you must understand, this mother was not begrudging her nanny the time off. And she wasn’t complaining about all the things she couldn’t do because she was home with her kids. Instead she was simply admitting to her friend that she was miserable at home because she didn’t like who she had become since being at home for a couple of weeks. She warned her friend "Shoot me if I ever tell you I want to stay home, all I do is yell at these kids all day long." While a part of me would love to poo-poo this mommy with a career and claim that she is clearly not cut-out for full-time childrearing, I know that’s simply not the case.
What I do know is that someone, preferably a stay-at-home type mom, should take this woman and absolve her of her guilt by telling her our (career mommies’) little secret, that’s all we do all day too! That’s what mothering is, hard and frustrating and relentless. And yes there are little moments of hilarity and tenderness and all that good stuff, but there is a lot of struggle in between. This poor woman has been at her office all these years thinking that all those PTA moms and after-school brownie bakers are greeting their kids with sing-songy voices and simply coping with all the hair-pulling, and spills, and selective listening and general bad behavior that comes up in any given day. She could not be more wrong. Sure, we stay-at-home-moms may have a few more tricks up our sleeves for these situations, like turning on the vacuum cleaner or locking ourselves in the closet, but we’re not having any better of a time than she would. So I say this to all the working mothers out there who are struggling with guilt over leaving your children at home: stop second-guessing yourselves, the reason no one is yelling at your kids right now is because you are at work and there is someone with them who you pay to NOT yell at them.
And to all the stay-at-home moms who have wondered if they would stop yelling and start appreciating their kids a little more if they weren’t with them all of the time: stop second-guessing yourselves, no matter how much time we spend away from our children we will never altogether stop yelling at them, because they are our kids and we love them. And sometimes they deserve it.
Thursday, August 7, 2008
It's the most wonderful time of the Year
OK, well it's really not.....but Back to School time is once again fast approaching. The kids have all had their doctor, dentist, optometrist check ups done. Clothing and shoe shopping was done this week, and we bought Drew a saxophone since he'll be starting band in middle school this year (HOLY CRAP!!! Am I old enough to have a kid in middle school already?!?), and now all that's left is to get haircuts and go to the school open houses. Also, this week, Drew went to scouts for the first time, and really enjoyed it.....so now it seems he has a new Wednesday evening activity to go to. Hopefully when basketball starts next month they will have a different night then Wednesday planned for practice night. One thing I've realized (ok....was chastised for by a friend who shall remain nameless.....) is that I never posted any pictures on my blog of our trip to Canada. Yes, there are some on Facebook, but not everyone is over there to see them.....so I guess I will end this blog with a few shots from our great trip to Canada.
Cooling down with ice cream after the Canada Day parade
Ryker and Dagan playing hockey in the backyard
Cameron Falls -- Waterton National Park
Red Rock Canyon -- Waterton National Park
Drew on the slip n' slide
Ryker pigging out at the family bbq on Canada Day
Randall in grandma's backyard
The boys -- my three and my two nephews
The kids and my parents on our last morning in Canada
Cooling down with ice cream after the Canada Day parade
Ryker and Dagan playing hockey in the backyard
Cameron Falls -- Waterton National Park
Red Rock Canyon -- Waterton National Park
Drew on the slip n' slide
Ryker pigging out at the family bbq on Canada Day
Randall in grandma's backyard
The boys -- my three and my two nephews
The kids and my parents on our last morning in Canada
Tuesday, July 29, 2008
Just Be Yourself
How many times have you heard this? "Just be yourself". From your parents..."just be yourself and they'll love you"....from your teachers... "real friends will accept you for who you are so just be yourself"....from books and wholesome television shows and movies... "to love yourself you need to just be yourself"....
Just. Be. Yourself.
The message is drilled into us from the time we're children, isn't it? At the same time as we're being taught that each of us has a mold to fit into and a code of conduct to follow.
Just. Be. Yourself.
But how many of us really are? How many of us are "ourselves"? I just spent the last month up in Canada, surrounded by friends and family; both close and distant to me. There was shopping, and swimming and family picnics. Sundays at church and games on the basketball courts. Walks downtown for ice cream, and trips to the park with my nephews. It was fabulous.
But I wouldn't say that I was completely myself. I was the Erin that everyone in my hometown knows. Just as right now, I'm the Erin that *you* know. And when I spend time with my parents, I will be the Erin that they know. And when I get off of the computer and stroll into Ross' office to see if he needs any help before we go home, I will be the Erin that he knows. Talking to associates in the office, I was a completely different version of Erin altogether. And of course, I am Mama Erin the most often.
But the truth is, none of those above Erins are really me. Each version has a piece of me, of course...some more than others. Some less. But not one single piece is me entirely...the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth....I am never able to "just be myself." The truth of the matter is that I'm not even sure who I really am. I've spent so much time taking bits and pieces of myself and molding them to accommodate the situation or person that I'm faced with that I've lost bits and pieces of the "real Erin" along the way.
I think that we all have, to some degree. We all take on different roles in our lives and we all have masks to wear depending on the situation. That's normal. And every time we pretend, even for just a minute, to be something or someone we're not, we lose a piece of ourselves. And it's not until very late in the game that we start to notice the loss.At least, it's taken a long time for me to realize that. That the exterior Erin isn't even close to the real Erin anymore. I don't know when that happened, to be honest. Gradually, I suppose, as most big changes do. And it's only very, very recently that I've been allowed the luxury of exploring the bits and pieces of Real Erin buried deep inside of me, hidden under the roles and titles and masks I've collected along the way. It is incredibly scary at the very same time that it's incredibly wonderful. With each shell that I drop, each mask that falls to the floor, my heart leaps a little bit at the prospect of not needing the camouflage much longer.
However, with each shell that I drop, I also find it to be a struggle to be in the situations that designed the masks in the first place. And worse than that, it takes away from my joy and my happiness and my excitement. And it makes that real Erin shrink a bit. And that's why I backslide. Well, it's at least part of the reason why I resort to old patterns and nasty habits. I feel naked without the shell, without the mask, without the facade and the longer I "stand naked before you" (little Tori Amos for you!), the more the joy seems like the facade, the mask or the shell. Not real. I know the truth, though. It *is* real, isn't it? The rest is just fluff. And so, instead of worrying about how I'll manage to pull it all off, I'm just going to enjoy being in joy.
Just. Be. Yourself.
The message is drilled into us from the time we're children, isn't it? At the same time as we're being taught that each of us has a mold to fit into and a code of conduct to follow.
Just. Be. Yourself.
But how many of us really are? How many of us are "ourselves"? I just spent the last month up in Canada, surrounded by friends and family; both close and distant to me. There was shopping, and swimming and family picnics. Sundays at church and games on the basketball courts. Walks downtown for ice cream, and trips to the park with my nephews. It was fabulous.
But I wouldn't say that I was completely myself. I was the Erin that everyone in my hometown knows. Just as right now, I'm the Erin that *you* know. And when I spend time with my parents, I will be the Erin that they know. And when I get off of the computer and stroll into Ross' office to see if he needs any help before we go home, I will be the Erin that he knows. Talking to associates in the office, I was a completely different version of Erin altogether. And of course, I am Mama Erin the most often.
But the truth is, none of those above Erins are really me. Each version has a piece of me, of course...some more than others. Some less. But not one single piece is me entirely...the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth....I am never able to "just be myself." The truth of the matter is that I'm not even sure who I really am. I've spent so much time taking bits and pieces of myself and molding them to accommodate the situation or person that I'm faced with that I've lost bits and pieces of the "real Erin" along the way.
I think that we all have, to some degree. We all take on different roles in our lives and we all have masks to wear depending on the situation. That's normal. And every time we pretend, even for just a minute, to be something or someone we're not, we lose a piece of ourselves. And it's not until very late in the game that we start to notice the loss.At least, it's taken a long time for me to realize that. That the exterior Erin isn't even close to the real Erin anymore. I don't know when that happened, to be honest. Gradually, I suppose, as most big changes do. And it's only very, very recently that I've been allowed the luxury of exploring the bits and pieces of Real Erin buried deep inside of me, hidden under the roles and titles and masks I've collected along the way. It is incredibly scary at the very same time that it's incredibly wonderful. With each shell that I drop, each mask that falls to the floor, my heart leaps a little bit at the prospect of not needing the camouflage much longer.
However, with each shell that I drop, I also find it to be a struggle to be in the situations that designed the masks in the first place. And worse than that, it takes away from my joy and my happiness and my excitement. And it makes that real Erin shrink a bit. And that's why I backslide. Well, it's at least part of the reason why I resort to old patterns and nasty habits. I feel naked without the shell, without the mask, without the facade and the longer I "stand naked before you" (little Tori Amos for you!), the more the joy seems like the facade, the mask or the shell. Not real. I know the truth, though. It *is* real, isn't it? The rest is just fluff. And so, instead of worrying about how I'll manage to pull it all off, I'm just going to enjoy being in joy.
Saturday, July 26, 2008
The Story of Me
I've finally got home from my fabulous month in Canada. So, I'm here for a few moments of boredom while hubby gets some work done......crazy man, working on his birthday. I saw this on a friends blog and figured, "Hey, I'm always game for a new way to waste time on the computer. Ha!"
MY STORY.
Hi, my name is: Erin, and I am made of awesome
Never in my life have I: been off the American continent
The one person who can drive me nuts is: my mother-in-law
My high school is: undergoing a HUGE renovation right now....my little home town is growing like crazy
When I’m nervous: I bite my nails
The last song I listened to was: I"ll Stand By You ~ The Pretenders
If I were to get married right now it would be to: The same guy I've been married to for the past 10 yrs.
My hair is: straight, brown and boring
When I was 4: I freakin' rocked!
Last Christmas: was pretty quiet and uneventful (I hate living so far away from family)
I should be: home unpacking
When I look down I see: My feet in black sandals
The happiest recent event was: spending a month in Canada with my family
If I were a character on ‘Friends’: I'd be Chandler.....sarcastic and funny
By this time next year: I will possibly be leaving TX
My current gripe is: my kids not listening
I have a hard time understanding: politics. And math.
If I won an award, the first person I would tell would be: Hubby
I want to buy: a new car, since my van was written off in Ross' accident
I plan to visit: Ireland, sometime before I die
If you spent the night at my house: you'd have one rockin' good time!
The world could do without: hate.
Most recent thing I’ve bought myself: a new pair of jeans. I lost 10 pounds up in Canada, and needed some new clothes.
Most recent thing someone else bought me: clothes (thanks mom!).
My middle name is: Rebecca
In the morning I: am usually the first one up
Last night I was: getting off the plane in Dallas, and going out to dinner with hubby and the kids
If I was an animal I’d be: a horse.
A better name for me would be: anything but what it is.....I've never liked my name.
Tomorrow I am: unpacking and getting the house back to normal
Tonight I am: taking hubby out for dinner and a movie for his birthday
My birthday is: coming up in a couple of months
Ooh...that was kinda fun! I challenge all of you to give it a try the next time you have some time to kill! Happy Saturday!
MY STORY.
Hi, my name is: Erin, and I am made of awesome
Never in my life have I: been off the American continent
The one person who can drive me nuts is: my mother-in-law
My high school is: undergoing a HUGE renovation right now....my little home town is growing like crazy
When I’m nervous: I bite my nails
The last song I listened to was: I"ll Stand By You ~ The Pretenders
If I were to get married right now it would be to: The same guy I've been married to for the past 10 yrs.
My hair is: straight, brown and boring
When I was 4: I freakin' rocked!
Last Christmas: was pretty quiet and uneventful (I hate living so far away from family)
I should be: home unpacking
When I look down I see: My feet in black sandals
The happiest recent event was: spending a month in Canada with my family
If I were a character on ‘Friends’: I'd be Chandler.....sarcastic and funny
By this time next year: I will possibly be leaving TX
My current gripe is: my kids not listening
I have a hard time understanding: politics. And math.
If I won an award, the first person I would tell would be: Hubby
I want to buy: a new car, since my van was written off in Ross' accident
I plan to visit: Ireland, sometime before I die
If you spent the night at my house: you'd have one rockin' good time!
The world could do without: hate.
Most recent thing I’ve bought myself: a new pair of jeans. I lost 10 pounds up in Canada, and needed some new clothes.
Most recent thing someone else bought me: clothes (thanks mom!).
My middle name is: Rebecca
In the morning I: am usually the first one up
Last night I was: getting off the plane in Dallas, and going out to dinner with hubby and the kids
If I was an animal I’d be: a horse.
A better name for me would be: anything but what it is.....I've never liked my name.
Tomorrow I am: unpacking and getting the house back to normal
Tonight I am: taking hubby out for dinner and a movie for his birthday
My birthday is: coming up in a couple of months
Ooh...that was kinda fun! I challenge all of you to give it a try the next time you have some time to kill! Happy Saturday!
Friday, July 11, 2008
The Old High School Me
Oh what the heck? Let's give this a shot...I could use a trip down memory lane (and as usual, I'm taking you all along with me. Ha!) And being back in my home town and seeing familiar faces and places has left me feeling a little nostalgic. So here we go:
Fill this out about your High School! The longer ago it was, the more fun the answers will be!!
1. Who was your best friend?
~Well, I had a few of those, and I can't single one out as the best. Michelle, Karen, Trish....basically everyone in show choir
2. What sports did you play?
~Does being the volleyball stat count? Also, I really liked running track.
3. What kind of car did you drive?
~I didn't drive a car in high school. I lived in a small town where I could pretty much walk everywhere.
4. It's Friday nite.....where are you?
~Usually at the stake dances or out with my boyfriend
5. Were you a party animal?
~No, not really
6 Were you considered a flirt?
~Oh heavens, no. The boys came to me! Ha ha! (Just kidding)
7. Were you in band, orchestra, or choir?
~I was both in band and choir
8. Were you a nerd?
~Nope. I am made from awesome.
9. Did you get suspended/expelled?
~Never
10. Can you sing the fight song?
~I sure can.....not bad considering I graduated 14 years ago
11. Who were your favorite teachers?
~Mr. Van Orman, my English teacher an Mr. Baldrey, my PE teacher
12. Where did you sit during lunch?
~Usually at the seminary building -- it was right behind the high school and where most of the LDS kids spent their time when not in class
13.What was your school's full name?
~Raymond High School (pretty original, huh?)
14. School mascot?
~Well, we didn't really have a mascot, but our team was called the Comets
15. Did you go to Prom?
~ Yes. Two. One for my boyfriend at the time (he graduated a year before me), and then my own
16. If you could go back and do it again, would you?
~Only if I could know what I know now and convince my young self to take my education more seriously
17. What do you remember most about graduation?
~I remember ditching my date and hanging out with some other girls date. She was pissed, but he and I hit it off really well. I also remember that my mom had a pancake breakfast at our house the morning after grad night. She was awesome. (Still is)
18. Where did you go senior skip day?
~ We didn't have senior skip day at our school.
20.Were you in any clubs?
~Besides choir, band, and the volleyball team....no. (However, I am now starting a club to find out what hapened to question #19)
21. Where did you go most often for lunch?
~Again, usually the seminary building
22. Have you gained some weight since then?
~ Of course. 14 years and three kids will do that to you
25. Who was your Senior prom date?
~David Campbell
26. Are you planning on going to your 10 year reunion?
~Well, I had planned on going, but my brother in law was killed and I went to his funeral instead
27. Who was your home room teacher?
We didn't have home room in high school
.28.Who will repost this?????? Hopefully everyone who reads it! Come on...memory lane ain't so bad!
29. Who was your high school sweetheart?
~Steve Smith
30. Do you still talk to people from high school? I'm facebook friends with quite a few of them and talk to a few others via MSN messenger and email
Fill this out about your High School! The longer ago it was, the more fun the answers will be!!
1. Who was your best friend?
~Well, I had a few of those, and I can't single one out as the best. Michelle, Karen, Trish....basically everyone in show choir
2. What sports did you play?
~Does being the volleyball stat count? Also, I really liked running track.
3. What kind of car did you drive?
~I didn't drive a car in high school. I lived in a small town where I could pretty much walk everywhere.
4. It's Friday nite.....where are you?
~Usually at the stake dances or out with my boyfriend
5. Were you a party animal?
~No, not really
6 Were you considered a flirt?
~Oh heavens, no. The boys came to me! Ha ha! (Just kidding)
7. Were you in band, orchestra, or choir?
~I was both in band and choir
8. Were you a nerd?
~Nope. I am made from awesome.
9. Did you get suspended/expelled?
~Never
10. Can you sing the fight song?
~I sure can.....not bad considering I graduated 14 years ago
11. Who were your favorite teachers?
~Mr. Van Orman, my English teacher an Mr. Baldrey, my PE teacher
12. Where did you sit during lunch?
~Usually at the seminary building -- it was right behind the high school and where most of the LDS kids spent their time when not in class
13.What was your school's full name?
~Raymond High School (pretty original, huh?)
14. School mascot?
~Well, we didn't really have a mascot, but our team was called the Comets
15. Did you go to Prom?
~ Yes. Two. One for my boyfriend at the time (he graduated a year before me), and then my own
16. If you could go back and do it again, would you?
~Only if I could know what I know now and convince my young self to take my education more seriously
17. What do you remember most about graduation?
~I remember ditching my date and hanging out with some other girls date. She was pissed, but he and I hit it off really well. I also remember that my mom had a pancake breakfast at our house the morning after grad night. She was awesome. (Still is)
18. Where did you go senior skip day?
~ We didn't have senior skip day at our school.
20.Were you in any clubs?
~Besides choir, band, and the volleyball team....no. (However, I am now starting a club to find out what hapened to question #19)
21. Where did you go most often for lunch?
~Again, usually the seminary building
22. Have you gained some weight since then?
~ Of course. 14 years and three kids will do that to you
25. Who was your Senior prom date?
~David Campbell
26. Are you planning on going to your 10 year reunion?
~Well, I had planned on going, but my brother in law was killed and I went to his funeral instead
27. Who was your home room teacher?
We didn't have home room in high school
.28.Who will repost this?????? Hopefully everyone who reads it! Come on...memory lane ain't so bad!
29. Who was your high school sweetheart?
~Steve Smith
30. Do you still talk to people from high school? I'm facebook friends with quite a few of them and talk to a few others via MSN messenger and email
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Forever 21
Today is Dagan's 22nd birthday.....a birthday he won't get to celebrate in this earthly plane. A birthday he will instead celebrate...
