Thursday, October 25, 2007

Dear Dairy





That's how I began my journal entries when I was seven. I couldn't spell "diary," so for about a year, most of my personal journal was unintentionally dedicated to milk cows.

I love my journals. It's fun to read back through them and remember. Want to know what I have written in them? You can get a clue here.

9 comments:

Kimberly said...

Hee hee hee...too cute! Wish I'd kept a dairy. This blog is my first serious attempt at record keeping. =)

so grateful to be Mormon! said...

hi jen:
you're so cute. it has meant a lot to me to treat my blog as my journal much of the time since i started in april. come share something so meaningful with me? wrote this today. from the heart. meant a lot to me to do this. take care dairy girl, kathleen

Julie Q. said...

Ha, I love the Dairy thing. In Junior High when I began my serious obsession with keeping a journal, I always started with "Dear George." I'm not sure why I felt I had to be writing to a person, or why that person had to be male (!) but then I was a bit strange in Junior High. Maybe George was a cow.

Jennifer B. said...

Kimberly, do you think you'll print out your posts and save them?

Hi Grateful! I'll be sure to stop by.

Julie Q., you crack me up!

Geo said...

I had a "dairy" dream last night—maybe I'll blog it.

Michelle S. said...

I enjoyed sharing childhood with you. Mom gave me a journal with a lock. The code was "HA" My children have enjoyed reading my journals, and have pointed out more than once sketchy entries. I referred to one boy as a turkey head. It feels good to progress. I have not thought anyone was a turkey head in years.

Sketchy said...

I always signed mine "Toodleloo". I remember really thinking until I came up with that signoff too.

Oh and 90% of my "dairy" entries were inspired by a crush on a new boy, to my husbands endless amusement.

Scribbit said...

There are a flock of mispronounced words around here, I grew up thinking it was "salivatte" rather than "salivate" or "foilage" v. "foliage" Blame it on my mom :)

Rebecca said...

I was sophisticatedly European for some BIZARRE reason. :) I called my diary "dear Comrade"