Okay...so nothing too interesting going on the past couple of days. Yesterday, I took the toddler to the gym so I could do some Yoga and, with 15 minutes left in class, the fire alarm started going off. Now this is the Palm Valley Lifetime Fitness gym so at 6:45 on a Tuesday night, the place is PACKED. Even the daycare was overwhelmed with kids, so I asked them to give my daughter a green sticker to sort of keep her in a more supervised area (she's almost 3 and with the high energy and brave attitude, I didn't want her going off and getting herself into trouble). So, this was basically my first moment of true fear as a parent. I'm upstairs in this back room doing a nice quiet yoga session with about a dozen other people when suddenly I'm being taken down a set of stairs in a back maintenance area wondering which side of the building I am on and how I'm going to get back in to find my daughter among the crowd of other children. Eventually, I find the outside play area and run to the door that leads into the gym right outside the doors to the daycare area. Lines of children are funneling out, hand-in-hand. About 30 leave the daycare when I finally see mine, first in the line of a dozen other kids, holding hands..she looks like such a brave little leader and I'm filled with relief and pride. I make sure with the daycare supervisors that it's okay for us to leave...because I'm thinking, if that were my job, I'd be terrified. How on Earth are they going to keep track of all these kids? How easy could it be for some asshole creeper to just take a random kid, pretend they're the parent, and lead them to their car? Hopefully all went well with that fiasco...I have no clue...but I'm very thankful to have found my daughter and gotten her home safely.
So, that's two weeks in a row of only 45 minutes worth of the yoga class. It's Yin/Restorative, so I love it because it's relaxing and feels like an amazing stretch/massage for the body. Last week, I thought it started at 6:30 so I got there 15 minutes after its real start time, thinking I was going to be early. There better not be a fire alarm tomorrow night...I have a pedicure in the gym's spa at 6 o'clock.
I'm just stalling....this journal entry is the MOST EMBARRASSING one to date. I know it's going to just get more and more difficult to include full journal entries, but this one is rough. (I'm really enjoying this project though...I hope people out there reading this don't think I'm a complete crazy person for doing this...I know there's about ten of you visiting this page on an almost daily basis...so to those 10 of you, please don't judge me too harshly).
8/6/96
Sorry I didn't write more yesterday. I was kinda busy, first Rose came over and we went to the Slocum Deli. I got flying saucers! Oh yah and green things. I love (arrow to flying saucers)! The are my all time favorite candy!!! I also did something else yesterday. I went ***** I saw David a little but that was enough to dream about him! ******** He's nice but he's also spoiled rude and vain! That's enough to turn me away (referring to a friend of David's)
Diary, I heard the footsteps last night!!! I didn't look out my window, I was about to but they disappeared!!! It was around 10:30 11:00!! I'm going to definatly listen tonight
Diary I wish I had P.K. abilities but unfortunately I don't. Diary, you might find this rediculous but I tried to transport myself to David's room last night! Of course it didn't work, but I'm glad it didn't. How would I get out!
Diary I just had the wierdest imagination! I just imagined ****************************************************** ****************************************************** ******************************************************
And that's all! (thank god) Diary do you think I'm obsessed?
Millie
Oh holy jesus.
So just suffice it to say that those stars were the most embarrassing of this entry. I was 13 years old. You may think this type of random crazy talk is forgivable at that age but I definitely do not agree. I was THIRTEEN. In some cultures, I'd be having kids and being completely mature at that age. And yes, I'm thankful that I had the privilege and the fortune to have the ability to be a kid at that age...but I would have been more proud of myself if I had used my life for more good. Tried to learn a good skill (like piano, or put my efforts toward something like science)...but no...I was ridiculously immature and being ridiculous with my time.
Ughhh....okay.....nothing good is coming of me bashing my former self. This was almost 20 years ago (man, that makes me feel old).
Anyway...I also wanted to add that I still love eating flying saucers. They're these wafers that are spherical and have a hollow inside with tiny hard candies inside. Yum!
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