I wrote my own will at 11.

I've always been a sentimental gal. In my old bedroom I signed my name on random cracks and crevices on the walls. I dedicated my diary to about 50 people. I needed to preserve my legacy!

My dad put together a dresser for me when I was around 10. I was certain it would be an heirloom. Little did I know it was a KMart special. 

No matter.

I left my mark.

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THE RIDE HOME

you guys! i have lots of pictures to share, my internet was down last week, and basically if internet is down, laptop does not open.

last weekend we went to the UT county to hang out with some friends. while we were talking i was reminded of some classic tales i really must share.

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The summer between my junior and senior year of high school, I went to Hurricane(basically St. George) for three weeks to help babysit my cousins & hang out while they were remodeling their home. My Uncle Mark is the king of hooking you up with a ride if you need it up north by the way, so when time came he tapped into his bank of connections. I honestly don't know if he really knew who I would be riding with, but I feel like it was a friend-of-a-friend type situation.

The minivan pulls up, I toss my bags in the back and get in the minivan with a group of strangers. Before the sliding door is even slammed I am clamoring to get out. There is a horrible smell and it needs to be identified & exterminated. It didn't take long to get to the culprit. Driver's daughter is in full out rebellion of modern day society, some refer to her as a hippie. she had hair coming out of her armpits, no shoes, dirty clothes and dreads for days. she was estinky. At least I'm all the way in the back so I'll just catch occasional whifs. I will survive!
As I put my discman headphones on, Driver's son (about 10) starts talking to me.

Son: Do you have a lot of weeds?
Me: uhh, sure..
S: Do you have a weed eater?
M: No.
S. Does your dad have a weed eater?
M: Yes.
S: My dad has a weed eater, it's green! It is so powerful, and better than your dad's.

Son: Do you have a lot of weeds?
Me: uhh, sure..
S: Do you have a weed eater?
M: No.
S. Does your dad have a weed eater?
M: Yes.
S: My dad has a weed eater, it's green! It is so powerful, and better than your dad's.



REPEAT FOR SIX HOURS.


I finally pretend to be asleep so he'll stop talking. I really do fall asleep, during which Driver's son pillages the bag of snacks my aunt prepared for me, mostly consisting of cheese and crackers. I am awakened by the aromatic scent of 10 year old farts, and superbly bad breath 4 inches away from my face.

As if I am not mad enough at my uncle for purposely planning my torture for six hours, Hippie full on vomits all over the front seat. No problem, I think everyone has worked up quite the appetite by smelling BO & pre-teen gas. This really just sealed the deal. Let's stop at ARBY'S!

... I've never jumped out of a car so fast.

getting to know me

Nobody has seen these for ages, but remember how much fun it was reading about everyone back in the tag days? Well I saw this on Lauren's blog and thought it would be kind of funZies. Bonus fact about me: I love using z's inappropriately.


Age: 25.... trying to be excited about 26!

Bedsize: She's a queen.

Chores that you hate: Mostly just putting laundry away. I kind of love cleaning the kitchen actually.


Drink: Diet Coke with fresh lime.

Essential start to your day: Drinking a huge glass of water.
Favorite color: I love them all !! Right now I would have to say Kelly green, & any combo involving gray. I love wearing black though!


Gold or Silver: Gold. But also silver has it's place.


Height: 5'5"


Instruments you play: The piano. I really need one!


Job title: Receptionist


Kids: I love everyone's kids!


Live: Salt Lake City


Mother's Name: Stacy- Stace for short.


Nicknames: Dre, Drea, AJ (mostly high school), Annie (just my grandpa J calls me that), weirdo.


Overnight hospital stays: When I was born.


Pet peeves: while eating: loud chewing/smacking/swallowing/eating/talking before swallowing.
while on facebook: sexy pregnant pictures(the half nudie ones), really long fake stories attached to weird pictures, statuses that say "if you've ever cared about _____ post this as your status."
while breathing: people who stand super close to me in lines, people hacking up a lung but not going to take care of it, smelling breath from the deep.

Wow I thought I was easy going! Apparently I hate a lot of things.



Quote from a movie or tv show:

"Tom: Zerts are what I call desserts, tray trays are what I call entrees, sandwiches are sammies, sandoozles or Adam Sandlers, air conditioners are cool blasterz with a "z" ... I don't know where that came from. I call cakes big ol' cookies, I call noodles long a rice, fried chicken is fry fry chicky chick, chicken parmesan is chicky chicky parm parm, chicken caciatore is chicky catch, I call eggs pre-birds or future birds, root beer is super water, tortillas are bean blankets, and I call forks... food rakes!"  Parks & Recreation.... I just finished watching them all on Netflix, so my mind only thinks in P & R.

Right or Lefty: I am a lefty living in a righty's world.

Siblings: 5 younger sibs. 4 brothers, 1 sister.


Time you wake up: The alarm is set for 6:50, but really I get up at 7:30.


Underwear: ?!


Vegetable you hate: Lima beans are not very tasty.


What makes you run late: being Andrea.


X-Rays You've Had: none.


Yummy food you make: Right now I will say bread since I'm obsessed with making it!


Zoo Animal: Anything that is small and furry & seems like it would be my bff.


Well! Don't you feel like you really know me now?

How to make your teacher fail you.

The components:

Math teacher... didn't like me. seriously. he was even rude to me in front of my dad!
Math... didn't like me.
Me... didn't like math teacher. or math. or paying attention. mostly liked goofing off with Evan.
Evan... good friend that was my partner in the goofing off business. and was always drawing fat cats.
Cat socks... pair of socks i owned with cats on them. one cat had a speaker inside of it. making cat meow noises.

The story:

I wore these socks to the dreaded math class, and crossed my ankles. If I pushed them together just right, I could make my sock meow!  I did it a couple times during Math Teacher's lecture. A quizzical look came upon his face, he would concentrate intently, listening... and then would go back to lecturing away. Well after about 5 rounds of this and my silly stupid grin he figured out it was me. He pulled Evan (I'm actually not sure his part in this, but he was there!) & me out of class and gave us a huffy lecture out in the hall. I have no idea what he said because I thought I was so awesome for getting him riled up. 

The moral:

Looking back, I could pretend like I learned tons of life lessons from this experience, but mostly I still think it's really funny. (um, because I'm really not that mean!)

Oh my. I blame it on hair dye, acrylic nails and tanning.

work it girl

Hey y'all! I've been busying around and I will update for real soon, but I wanted to share the goodness with you.

One of my new favorite things is working out in the late PM. It's the best. Nobody's around so I can prance around the ladies workout room and take up as much room as possible.

I found out I used to practice a different method to get my heartbeat up:

11.26.97 (6th grade)

Dear Diary,

Today was our last school day of the week, because Thanksgiving is tomorrow, and then we get 1 “vacation” day off... I played with Charisse until 9:10 pm. We played at her house. Charisse & I exerguysed. It’s where you watch an aerobics tape and talk about boys, or else you turn on romantic music, exercise and talk about boys. We also watched a movie called Beautician & the Beast. It’s a pretty good movie. I also made angels with hersheys kisses, pipe cleaner and ribbon. They turned out really cute!

Love,

Andrea Jardine

Back to school week

Please enjoy a few of my diary entries from my younger years gearing up for school.

07.13.96

Dear Diary,

I decided to change back to Diary instead of Kitty(I named my diary for that for 3 days).

I didn't see much of Kyle today. :( I went to ZCMI and Kmart.

I got at Kmart: shorts TB(training bra) shoes, slip.

ZCMI: swimming suit.

I <3 2 shop,

Andrea J.

08.11.97

Dear Diary,

This morning I went school shopping in Ogden. First we went to Midas Car Shop. Mom said it would only take half-hour. It took 2 hours and we only had 5 hours 2 shop. So we only had time for Fashion Bug and Fashion Gal.

What I got at FG. 3 shirts, scrunchies and a pair of earrings.

FB. pair of pants.

I'm all done with school shopping EXCEPT: gymsuit, bra, school shoes, gym shoes. I would add OVERALLS but my mom made a point: If you have everything, there won't be anything to want!

My <3 for Kyle is Everlasting,

Andrea Jardine

08.02.00 (please keep in mind I was a weirdo 14 year old)

Hey wusup? less than a month till school. Me & Stephanie went to Park City for school shopping. It was a blast! I got a pair of Docs(!), a pair of pants, and 3 shirts! It was awesome.

Today was a pretty good day I went to X-Men the movie with Matt & Tyler & Shalee. I never knew how cute they were! Especially _____! (basically everyone is from Brigham so just don't worry about it). Holy cats! I'm gonna flirt with him!

I lost my curling iron so my hair has been put in a ponytail for like a week:)

-Annie

ha!!

1. I love that I wrote TB. & the explanation in parantheses. I was so excited. Too bad I'm still wearing them...

2. ONLY 5 hours to shop? And we only went to two places? sorry mom!

oh and can you tell i had an obsession with a boy named Kyle?

I will have to share more later, I found some good stuff!

Recollection Collection #2

This little Treasure is also from Lisa Frank....

11/15/1997

Dear Diary,

This page is for dedication.

This diary will be dedicated to my daughter if I have one.

If I do not live to that time, this book will be handed over to Charisse M. If she is dead, I want my mother to have this diary.

If she is dead, I want this diary to go to my former neighbors, the Robertson's.

I will want it to be handed over to Kyle(with a heart around his name). If this is not possible, pass it to the oldest of the Robertson children, Shala, then Shauna, then Kristen.

Thank You VERY Much

Sincerely,

Andrea Kay

P.S. If the Robertsons are impossible to reach, please pass this diary to Natalie Adams, my great friend!

P.P.S. Charisse Marchant is my best friend. If she cannot be contacted, please give it to one of her family members to give to her. Please make a strong effort to get it to her before passing it on to anyone else.

THANK YOU!!!

Age written: 11 & a half

Recollection Collection

I have kept a journal for as long as I was able to hold a Lisa Frank multi-colored pen in my little left hand. Journals are an exceptional way to keep records of the important events, people and thoughts that we have in our lives. My reasoning for keeping a consistent journal is that I loved myself. I wanted to be remembered gosh danget! Even when I was 12, writing in my precious moments diary, I was thinking about how my great-grandchildren would read it someday and think, "WOW! What a fantastic woman and role model for us to mold our lives after." After reading a few of my journal entries, I'm not so sure that they will think that.

I thought it woud be fun to share a little morsel of my entries every week with you from one of my journals, just so you can have a taste of this little treat I like to call my life.

The recollection collection consists of 4 different parts: Lisa Frank, Precious Moments, Daisy, and Mary.

Lisa Frank

The first journal entry I EVER made..

July 19th, 1995

Dear Diary,

I have a next door neighbor and I love him. His name is Kyle R. My best friend, Charisse M., loves him too. Kyle is nice, cute, funny, mischievous, etc. He lives at Blank N Highland, Brigham City, Utah.

Back to Charisse. The reason I like her is because she's cool, nice, fun, funny, etc. I think Kyle likes us too.

July 20th, 1995

Dear Diary,

I haven't seen Kyle all day. I miss him ALOT. But I have seen Charisse. I'm waiting for her to call me. I don't know what to write.

Oh great. BOYS. gotta go.