A bad day 14 years ago

The boys ask for "Dinosaur spikes" every Sunday. Here is Will sporting our best attempt.

Add this to the other bad pictures of Isaac. He is impossible to get a good picture of. This is him smiling for the camera. Funny face or not, he looked really handsome on Sunday.

Mr. Eli has such beautiful flowing hair. He'll probably hate me one day for letting his hair get this long. I'll cut it in a month.

The pictures have nothing to do with the post but I thought we were having a lack of pictures lately.

The real reason I am posting is because I found something really funny that I wrote when I was 14. I have always been a journal writer. Mike has not. In fact, his first entry after we got married was after we had Will. He wrote, "For more details refer to my other plates, also known as the plates of Adrianne." The other day he was looking for something to write on and pulled out the first book he found in the bookcase. It happened to be one of my journals. This journal was written over the course of three years. I started writing when I was 12 and my first journal took a long time to fill. We opened it up and laughed and laughed. So funny. Girls are so dramatic and silly.

One particular entry was pretty funny to me. The background is that Jess was the oldest at home and I was the oldest girl at home. Dad was working at the explosive plant. Mom was not quite pregnant with Ammon. Adam was on his mission and Chelsey was at college. Jason and Michelle were married and Michelle was pregnant with Caleb. Caleb came five weeks early so Mom took off to Idaho to help out. The next day was Lance's birthday.

This is how the first day with Mom gone went:

March 14, 1995

Today was the worse day of my life! First, mom left to Idaho. Jess came 30 minutes late to pick us up at school. We took dad to work and come back. Jess took Lance to get new shoes while I did my homework. They came back and Jess and I went to the grocery store. Then I came back and made dinner. After dinner I had to make cupcakes for Lance to take to school tomorrow. I found out we didn't have enough cups so Jess went to 3 stores looking for them. He couldn't find them so we freaked. Then we found some tiny ones and decided to give the kids the two tiny ones to make up for one. Then David got mad when I beat him in basketball and ran away. He came back later but he never did the bathrooms--his job. I came inside and had to make carrot sticks. To my horror, Kaitlin and Gillian had stuck their fingers in some of the cupcakes. They looked awful. I tried to fix them the best I could. Poor Lance. I hope they're ok. I need to wake up early tomorrow so I better go to bed.

Love, Adrianne (HELP!) P.S. I'm in Helaman 16

Wow. That was a bad day! I wish all my bad days were like that. I wonder if when I'm 80 (if I can still see) I'll look back at my journal entries today and laugh at how dramatic and funny I am. Hopefully I'll be a bit more wise. I'm sure I'll laugh at the entries I currently write when I have bad days and see in retrospect how silly my concerns are in the big scheme of things? I'm sure I will.