Let me count the ways....

I am currently reading a series of books by Louise Rennison called "Confessions of Georgia Nicolson". They are a great series of books for anyone who has ever been a young teenage girl. Reading them has made me reflect on the rollercoaster of emotions that was my own Junior High years. Anyway, if you are looking to relive all of the crazy emotions of teenagerdom and add some new British slang to your vocab, I totally recommend you pick them up. Don't be afraid of them based on their titles.

Anyway, it's been fun as I've been reading the series to recount my Junior High years. It's really a trip to sift through those memories. I had some I wanted to share with you, but first there is an issue that needs to be addressed...

For those of you who are new to reading my blog, and for those of you who somehow managed to forget the most humiliating that that has ever happened to me in my entire life....let me refresh your memory. Right before Bentley was born, back when I was still new to blogging, I decided to write a post in which I divulged information about a certain person I went to junior high and high school with; information like that "he was the unattainable dream guy" and that "he was #1 on my list of people I wanted to marry" and reminisced about decorating his locker with cheesy valentines- and of course I had to throw in there that even writing about him still made my heart all fluttery. Anyway, then a couple posts later, when I decided to post about my outrageous hairstyles through the years a comment came in from "the unattainable dream guy" himself. And then I died of embarrassment. And then I laughed for three days straight. I actually think I may have laughed myself right into labor (Bentley was born shortly thereafter). It was just so classic. As I read his comment and it actually sank in that he had found my blog and read of my misadventures I just started laughing/crying and saying, "oh no. no. NO! This is not happening!" And Blaine thought it was the greatest. thing. ever.

Here is hoping that enough time has passed and that my blog is not interesting enough to the point that he still checks it, and if he does, oh well, perhaps he can have a good laugh - eh? I just had to bring that up because every funny thing that happened in Junior High usually involves him, and I just wanted to get it out in the open that he may or may not be reading this, but the blog must go on, and it simply wouldn't be a blog about my life unless I included my most humiliating times involving the "UDG" (Unattainable Dream Guy). So look forward to upcoming flashback posts : ) And just to tide you over I'll mention that there once was a tragic sleepover involving a little too much Dr. Pepper and self tanning lotion and I actually tanned his name onto my leg. Which was fine because it was winter and I wore pants every day, except I neglected to remember that I did have gym and was required to wear shorts for it....yeah. I am like pretty sure that he was in that class, though that may just be my memory playing tricks on me.

Anyway, I couldn't avoid the subject forever, because every thing notable I ever did in Junior High involves this poor kid and my humiliation. So, now that a year and half has passed and I have birthed two children since "the incident" where he found the blog, I am coming out into the open and sharing my humiliating past with you once again : )

And now I am off to dance off these unwanted pregnancy pounds by playing Dance Dance Revolution.

Oh and if anyone has a great idea for something funny for me to write on a t-shirt...I've been conned into going to see the Twilight movie on Friday and simply cannot go unless I have a witty t-shirt.