Bloggerstock: Before there were blogs

Yo! It's time for Bloggerstock again. And seeing as I hardly made an attempt to write this month, here is a guest post, so the my blog doesn't feel like I'm too busy for it... so enjoy Bloggerstock once again! You can catch me for the next two days on Nyx's Blog for two different blogrings. And be sure to at least go today and wish Nyx a happy birthday :D 

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Before there were blogs I wrote in a diary. I've got a few hanging out on shelf. But I have to say the most tattered and loved of my half empty diaries was definitely my first. A pink The Babysitter's Club Diary. It only seems fitting that my chosen entry come from that diary. I picked a great entry that covers a variety of life topics that some how still ring all too true today... however i think it was the near impossible to read silver gel pen that caught my eye.

Monday July 20^th 1998 (age: 11)

Me and Grandpa were looking at this copying store for stickers. They didn’t have any but I found this pen. I didn’t have enough. It was $1.99 I only had $1.39. I asked him if he would lend me 70 cents. So he paid for all of it. I told him I would pay him back. He said: “in work, not cash”. Mom said it was nice. I want her to pay me my $5.00 So I can get a gold one.

Later me & mom & marcy & wendy went to this fabric wearhouse. We spent 44$ total. 8$ in patterns and the rest was net and hook & eye tape. We saved 389.00 it would have been over $400.00 if the store hadn’t been on sale the patterns were 25 cents and 5 cents each. The net and hook & eye tape was 35 cents a yard. We made a deal.

A couple of weeks ago we got 2 pairs of 5$ jeans at different places.

Grandma is about to drive everybody crazy with her breakfast tomorrow at 9.00 and she thinks if they get up at 7:00 she won’t have enough time to get ready. AND she keeps getting mad at Robyn and Steven. Every time Robyn grunts, grandma takes it personally. It just bugs everybody and grandma asked my mom if steven went and played with his friends everyday. Mom told her no, and then mom tried to explain how he feels and she (grandma) said something in the tone of voice like o poor Steve. That just ticked mom off.

Ruth

Ann


There is so little about this entry that has changed. I gladly have in the past asked my grandfather for money, until he passed away a few months ago, and the last thing I asked him for wasn't 2 bucks for an awesome silver gel pen (probably my first, too). He helped to fund my study abroad trip to London. I cherish every cent he gave me, especially for that trip, because that was an amazing trip, but the time i spent paying it back, "in work not cash" before I left for London was also more than I probably deserved. I got the chance to spend some time with him and my grandma before his dementia took over the most wonderful parts of him and took him from this life. He was a theatre man, and ultimately he's to blame for the "wonderful" career path I've chosen. Thanks ;).
Also-- I probably got that gold pen from Grandpa, but still want my 5 bucks from Mom...

As for the fabric shopping trip where we saved like 90%-- pretty awesome stuff. Only now it's probably just me and mom, as we don't do much shopping with Marcy any more, and wendy gets (obnoxiously) bored at almost any store. And now we would be spending that 400-800 dollars. but still saving 90%. As those were the starting of my mom's fairly successful career in costume making for Clytie Adams School of Ballet. Whom she still lovingly works for, and so do I on many occasions.

Sweet deal on jeans--nothing more to say.

As for my grandma still driving everyone crazy.... that entry could practically be verbatim from a conversation yesterday. except that my grandma would NEVER get up that early.

It's been a pretty hilarious trip to read back on all my old diaries. I have to say that reading the elementary school and jr. high school diaries was way more pleasant than reading the high school diaries full of angst, annoyance and boys--Seriously, the only decent entry was about 9-11 and I just wasn't in the mood for that.

Ruth Jones

www.ruthajones.com/blog