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Bear with me…this is my first week using it.
This week was harder than I thought it would be. How hard could it be? I am living with a man that is stuck in the 80’s. It was hard.
I couldn’t decide what I kept from the 80’s. I couldn’t find my Dukes of Hazard matchbox car set I have. No seriously…I have one.
Here is my diary from 1986.
Internet, meet Matt Chestnut. This my first boyfriend. He was like 5 foot tall and The Fonz used every opportunity to tell me how dorky we looked together. I was like 5’7 in 7th grade.
I was certain that this boy was going to be the father of my children. We were going to raise our 3 children to be perfect little Raider fans and live in Shingletown forever. He was going to be the PE coach and I was going to write stories for teenage girls. Oh gag me with a spoon!
Here’s just ONE page from this diary that reads much like a conversation with my 12 year old. I couldn’t post the other pages because…dear God I was so stupid then! I will post for you my ‘Shit List’. If by chance you went to 6-9th grade with me and you’re name is on this list…no worries, i’m PRETTY SURE I’m over whatever it was that caused you to get put on this list.
I picked a movie that I still have. (Shaun is making me get rid of all my VHS movies)
This movie I can watch over and over and over and never get sick of it. The Fonz will laugh until she pees over the part, “Back in the Bowl!”





