Written on a manual typewriter.
While living in San Francisco.
And going to art school.
Is there more angst in the world?
I thought not.

And I'm just itching to edit it now. Did I mention that the subject is "not you?"

I can't even use the "but I was just a teenager" excuse. Let's see, in March '92 I was 24. Oy, that's embarrassing!

Product Recalls: The hell? More kid jewelry recalled for high lead levels. Let's all say it together: Friends don't let friends buy costume jewelry for kids. Oh, and here's some lysteria in green beans and salmonella in canteloupes. (Is this the end times?)

"Normal range" is an amazing thing to hear.

Read this description of the Conservapedia and tell me that you don't wet your pants.

"Knucka sammich" had me snort-laughing.

Honesty, bravery, truthiness, accountability, and high self-esteem are a few words that come to mind. Need more? Go visit Y. How about more bravery? Posts like these remind me how much I love people.

Dee is asking for help so please go give her some.

If this were my kid I would guess growth spurt. Head over and weigh in with your guesses.

Karrie wants to know what you won't blog about.

Phenomenal post. As a teenager, Bea knew what she wanted and got it on her own.

"Apparently Madonna wants to adopt another child from Africa, and here's why I don't care." Check my latest post at the Silicon Valley Moms Blog.

Writing about "grown-up" ideas like screwing. Trying to draw a picture of my ideal form. Can I say it again? Being a teenager was appallingly HARD!

January 13, 1979

At least it provides humor in retrospect.

Oh, and for the day I tell my family about this blog: Mom, I didn't "screw" when I was 11. But later at almost 18 I did "make it" with that guy you didn't like. Yeah, him.

Feels good to get that off my (finally developed) chest.

Go send Mama some love! Do it now!

I haven't checked my PO box in a while, but my email tells me that I too have some mystery flavor liquid in there waiting for me. No stuffed virus, though. What a rip!

Another blogger soured on Blogger. I recommend Wordpress.com — it is free just like Blogger, but unlike Blogger it doesn't suck.

$5 bear underpants??

November 14, 1978

Reading about being a teenager is exhausting. I am so not one of those people who wants to go back to when I was a kid. No way no how!

Ah yes, Jaap the boy from Holland. I loved him from afar, and he was very sweet. When his family moved back home, he gave me his stilts. If that's not TLA, I don't know what is.

Not one, but two babies. I loves me some baby pictures… Congratulations guys, and I hope you all get out of the hospital soon!

Stacy, I'm sorry you had a freaky experience. I hope your logs were just plain wrong.

I've said it before, and I'll say it again. Do. Not. Piss. Off. Edgy Mama.

Does this happen everywhere, or just in California?

And for the record, the computer was gone pretty quickly, but the monitor was there for days…

I've wondered about clipgator myself. I don't think much of them so far, and you can see my comments on this post for more…

Um yeah, cram it.

To me Second Life is just another part of Teh Internet that I don't understand, but QoS is all over it. As for me (Jane Jackalope), I think I'm still nekkid on the Second Life Welcome Island. I hope it's warm there.

This trip to Disneyland makes my skin crawl. Um, maybe we'll wait a few more years for that trip.

Hmmm, that depends. First half, or second half?

I'm going to come clean. For the longest time I was not able to figure out when Mike would go to kindergarten. I just couldn't do the math, so instead I drew a picture.

(Click to see the full horror.)

Using Excel. Yeah, I know. Sad. BUT! Now I at least know when the kidlets will go to kindergarten, and whenever I forget I can just look it up.