Today (June 12, 2019) is our youngest grandchild’s 7th birthday. Among the gifts we sent her was a journal with a lock and key. Her mom, our daughter, just posted the following:
This kid will never do things exactly by the book. Pun intended.
Peace, people.
I’ve decided I’m going to attempt to keep a journal. Every day I’ll take a few minutes to jot down my deepest thoughts and meaningful musings. And some day, as God is my witness, I’ll have a body of work to be proud of!
Oh, who am I kidding? Writing for this blog is the closest I’ve ever come to keeping a journal, and it’s hardly noteworthy. However, I found a notebook at Target a couple of days ago and had to have it. It almost makes me want to begin journaling.
Intriguing cover, am I right? But open to the first page and you get this:
Every page has either an actual incorrect, yet amusing answer to a test question,
Or a cute doodle.
It’s so much fun to turn the pages that I can see myself scribbling my thoughts down, expounding on the ideas or enlarging the doodles. Or not.
This notebook does make me wish I’d compiled all of the inventive and unusual answers my students used on tests through the years, though. As I recall there were some doozies, but I can’t remember a single one. I reckon that’s why I should have kept a journal. Can I get an amen?
One of my favorites:
And this one:
We lived in North Dakota, and raised two children there. I sure hope this kid got credit for his answer.
Okay, I have things to accomplish today. Thanks for joining me in this nonsense.
Peace, people.
Praying for Eyebrowz 