More of my musings from the attic... this particular one is from 5th grade. It was an assignment but I'm not sure of any questions that were asked, or writing prompts that were given, if any.
1. I think that students my age should have about 3-4 hours a week of homework.
2. I think that students my age should get an allowance because we work so hard.
3. I think you should be 12 or 13 before you can deliver newspapers because it's not the easiest job to do!
4. I think students my age should be able to go to bed at 10:15 or at least 10:00 p.m.
5. It is better to be the oldest, I think, because you get more responsibilities and privileges. (Of course I am the youngest.)
6. A television program that is boring is "Brady Bunch", because I don't think it's reality. No one these days walks around in bell-bottoms.
7. The sport that is most interesting is probably tennis or softball.
8. Spring is the most enjoyable season because it's warm.
9. The best popular singers are Aerosmith because they have great songs.
10. The greatest invention of all time is the phone cause you can stay on a long time and gossip.
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This is from a large sheet of construction paper that had categories written on it. I suppose I was expected to fill in the blanks about myself.
Birth:
December 29, 1982
Moore Regional Hospital
7:50 a.m.
North Carolina
USA
Looks:
Brown hair
Thin, long hair
Blue eyes
Fair skin
A medium size, chubby, not too fat, fat enough
75 lbs
4 feet 8 1/2 inches
Medium size nose
Freckles
Family:
1 sister
Judith (mom)
Kenton (dad)
Jennifer (sister)
White house
2 cats
1 is Pepsi-Cola
1 is Jergyns
Bunk beds for my sister and I
King bed for mom and dad
No brothers
My house is wood
Has a porch
Everyone goes for UNC
Thelma (grandma)
Anne (grandma)
Jack (grandpa)
Marvin (grandpa)
Personality:
Too nice for my own good
Love to be funny
Corny
Love to play around
Love soft rock and oldies
Love dangly earrings
Like to show off for Jennifer's friends
Love watching movies
Love to talk
Love to write
Recreation:
Basketball
Badminton
Baseball
Swimming
Lessons:
Violin
Basketball
Tennis
Hobbies:
Collecting trolls (the dolls)
Collecting sports cards (basketball, soccer, hockey)
Playing on a basketball team
Accomplishments:
First rode a bike - 5 years old
Read my first book - 4 years old
Started playing the piano - 3 1/2 years old
Started playing tennis - 6 or 7 years old
Starting playing the violin - 8 years old
Started basketball - 7 or 8 years old
Started badminton - 5 or 6 years old
Future plans:
Have 5 or 6 kids (hahahahahahhahaahhahahaha)
Be a lawyer or teach deaf kids
Marry a rich man (oh my goodness, that's embarrassing)
Live in a mansion (it gets worse)
Limousine (oy vay)
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Saturday, April 14, 2012
Tuesday, August 9, 2011
From the Attic
I think I'm pretty much done going through my boxes that were in storage, so I may leave you with these images...
First up is the Declaration of Independence. Oh, it may not be the real Declaration of Independence, but still very very important! Dad can explain it much better than I. He created this event in his class where your goal was to be allowed to sign the Declaration of Independence. Basically you had to prove yourself in actions, that you were ready to sign this paper, and you had to write a letter explaining yourself to Dad, and then he would either approve you or explain why he felt you needed to wait to sign it. It was a MUCH bigger deal than I am making it sound but my brain is totally fried at this point in my life and I can't get my thoughts together.
BUT. I just so happen to have the original document from the year I was in his class. As you can see Dad was a complete failure at nepotism, as I was the fifth person to sign instead of the first. Sorry but these pictures would not rotate. You will have to rotate your head instead to read them.
My certificate of signing! I was 7 years old.
This wouldn't rotate either. If you knew me at all when I was 5-7 years old this will make complete sense to you. It says, "I am going on a date! I will never talk in "shcool". I will never talk to my sister. She took my date. I don't like her anymore. My date is gone. Kenneth was my date. Boo hoo!"
Please note: I am not sure if this is a historically accurate document but I am pretty sure Kenneth would never date me at that point in my life.
Growing up, I can remember my parents being very in love. I have tons of memories of them holding hands, hugging, kissing, and other little things, I was never really grossed out like most people were when their parents were affectionate. In my opinion, I'd rather them be kissing than yelling at each other!
Anyway, you can see even at 7 or 8 years old I knew how much they loved each other. Here is a picture I drew. It is supposed to be Mom and she is saying, "Hi big boy!" Then at the bottom it says, "Mom saying that to Dad." Haha!
By the way, they are getting ready to have their 35-year anniversary (if I'm doing the math right), so obviously they are doing something right!!
First up is the Declaration of Independence. Oh, it may not be the real Declaration of Independence, but still very very important! Dad can explain it much better than I. He created this event in his class where your goal was to be allowed to sign the Declaration of Independence. Basically you had to prove yourself in actions, that you were ready to sign this paper, and you had to write a letter explaining yourself to Dad, and then he would either approve you or explain why he felt you needed to wait to sign it. It was a MUCH bigger deal than I am making it sound but my brain is totally fried at this point in my life and I can't get my thoughts together.
BUT. I just so happen to have the original document from the year I was in his class. As you can see Dad was a complete failure at nepotism, as I was the fifth person to sign instead of the first. Sorry but these pictures would not rotate. You will have to rotate your head instead to read them.
My certificate of signing! I was 7 years old.
This wouldn't rotate either. If you knew me at all when I was 5-7 years old this will make complete sense to you. It says, "I am going on a date! I will never talk in "shcool". I will never talk to my sister. She took my date. I don't like her anymore. My date is gone. Kenneth was my date. Boo hoo!"
Please note: I am not sure if this is a historically accurate document but I am pretty sure Kenneth would never date me at that point in my life.
Growing up, I can remember my parents being very in love. I have tons of memories of them holding hands, hugging, kissing, and other little things, I was never really grossed out like most people were when their parents were affectionate. In my opinion, I'd rather them be kissing than yelling at each other!
Anyway, you can see even at 7 or 8 years old I knew how much they loved each other. Here is a picture I drew. It is supposed to be Mom and she is saying, "Hi big boy!" Then at the bottom it says, "Mom saying that to Dad." Haha!
By the way, they are getting ready to have their 35-year anniversary (if I'm doing the math right), so obviously they are doing something right!!
Monday, August 8, 2011
From the Attic
That's right, more stuff from the attic! I'm pretty sure I'm about to run out of these old papers and stuff....
How to Keep Warm at the North Pole (2nd grade, 8 years old - Dad was my teacher!)
1. Get 50 warm blankets and cover yourself and sit in the oven.
2. Sit in a frying pan that's still on the stove and the stove being turned on.
3. Eat a steak that's red hot and eat it sitting on the grill.
4. Get hothothothot water and turn on the shower and bath water.
5. Eat a piece of toast burning up, red hot and EAT IT!
6. Make a wax stove. Then make a big fire in the fire so it almost burns down the house and then close the door and stand by it and kill yourself.
I am thinking after reading this that I may have had issues.
I also found a drawing I did for mom and dad that says, "I love you Mom and Dad! Even if you are 34 and 36 years old!"
Oh my Lord.
How to Keep Warm at the North Pole (2nd grade, 8 years old - Dad was my teacher!)
1. Get 50 warm blankets and cover yourself and sit in the oven.
2. Sit in a frying pan that's still on the stove and the stove being turned on.
3. Eat a steak that's red hot and eat it sitting on the grill.
4. Get hothothothot water and turn on the shower and bath water.
5. Eat a piece of toast burning up, red hot and EAT IT!
6. Make a wax stove. Then make a big fire in the fire so it almost burns down the house and then close the door and stand by it and kill yourself.
I am thinking after reading this that I may have had issues.
I also found a drawing I did for mom and dad that says, "I love you Mom and Dad! Even if you are 34 and 36 years old!"
Oh my Lord.
Friday, July 15, 2011
From the Attic
You should really click on this picture to enlarge it. This is a Christmas list of mine. Not sure how old I was, but I loved to go through catalogs and just clip pictures of the things I wanted.
Just so you know, I did not own any of these toys, so obviously I was naughty or something and Santa decided not to bring these to me. :)
- "Frog Piano"
- Fisher Price zoo set
- Fisher Price farm set
- My Little Pony house set
- Dial-A-Teacher (I'm not sure what this was. I tried to Google it and can't find any information about it.)
- Ballet bar
- Fisher Price parking garage
- Big plastic house (there is no brand name on the picture but I know we have this toy)
Saturday, June 25, 2011
From the Attic
This is so cool! I found a "Family Worship Service" worksheet written in my Mom's handwriting. Does anyone in my family know why we were doing this? Maybe just as a cool family tradition for Christmas? I love it! I can't wait to do stuff like this as a family!!
It reads:
Family Worship Service
1. Me (Amanda) will read a Bible verse: "He (God) loved us and sent his Son" (1 John 4:10).
2. Sing together "Joy to the World."
3. Mommy will read the Christmas story from Luke 2:1-20.
4. Jennifer will sing "Away in a Manger."
5. Me and my Dad will pray thanking God for sending Jesus.
6. Everyone will sing "Go Tell it on the Mountain" and other favorite Christmas songs.
It reads:Family Worship Service
1. Me (Amanda) will read a Bible verse: "He (God) loved us and sent his Son" (1 John 4:10).
2. Sing together "Joy to the World."
3. Mommy will read the Christmas story from Luke 2:1-20.
4. Jennifer will sing "Away in a Manger."
5. Me and my Dad will pray thanking God for sending Jesus.
6. Everyone will sing "Go Tell it on the Mountain" and other favorite Christmas songs.
Friday, June 24, 2011
From the Attic
I'm pretty sure this was supposed to be a compliment...
It's a big card to my mom and dad that says in various places, "Dad I "Heart" U" and "Mom I "Heart" U" and then right in the middle it says, "Who needs money when they've got parents like you!?"
Um... thanks? I think? Haha!
It's a big card to my mom and dad that says in various places, "Dad I "Heart" U" and "Mom I "Heart" U" and then right in the middle it says, "Who needs money when they've got parents like you!?"
Um... thanks? I think? Haha!
Wednesday, June 22, 2011
From the Attic
Pretty sure this is proof that I didn't know what a "wife" was. It reads:
Dear mom + dad,
I have gone shopping. P.S. I love you! Love, wife.
This note was written when I was in kindergarten.
Dear mom + dad,
I have gone shopping. P.S. I love you! Love, wife.
This note was written when I was in kindergarten.
Monday, June 20, 2011
I Went to Public School
This picture is so light you may have to click on it to see it. It is an activity worksheet on magnets. One side says: "Attracks" and the other side says "Does Not Attrack".
Seriously?
Friday, June 17, 2011
From the Attic
I really was going to write a real blog today, complete with video, but Blogger is having issues with uploading videos right now so instead you get another episode of "From the Attic".
If you're on Facebook you've already seen these, but I just had to put them here! These are letters written from me and Sally to our parents. I'm sure they did something dastardly like not let us spend the night together one night or something. If you can't see it, the first one is Sally's. It reads, "Dear parents, We love you but you're so mean we can't laugh any more. From Sally"
Mine says, "Dear parents, You are so unfair that we are about to cry. From, Amanda"
How funny are those letters!?!? I love it! I am so glad I saved them!
This next one is a get well card for Jennifer that I wrote. It's fitting because she was sick a few days ago, so here's your get well card Jenn. In case you can't read it:
Next page says, "I love you! Get well soooooooon! I don't want you to go to the hospital!" (Wow, morbid...)
I am loving finding these old items!!
If you're on Facebook you've already seen these, but I just had to put them here! These are letters written from me and Sally to our parents. I'm sure they did something dastardly like not let us spend the night together one night or something. If you can't see it, the first one is Sally's. It reads, "Dear parents, We love you but you're so mean we can't laugh any more. From Sally"
Mine says, "Dear parents, You are so unfair that we are about to cry. From, Amanda"
How funny are those letters!?!? I love it! I am so glad I saved them!This next one is a get well card for Jennifer that I wrote. It's fitting because she was sick a few days ago, so here's your get well card Jenn. In case you can't read it:
"This is a get well card for Jennifer Dare Loyd. So if it is a get well card... get well soon! I mean... GET WELL SOON! or I'll bust your head open! See ya on the next page! (Can you feel the love?)
Next page says, "I love you! Get well soooooooon! I don't want you to go to the hospital!" (Wow, morbid...)
I am loving finding these old items!!
Thursday, June 16, 2011
From the Attic
I know a lot of these posts are not interesting to some people, but I want to post them so I don't forget them!
This is a story I wrote around fourth or fifth grade. I had an obsession with rewriting fairy tales. This is called "Awakened Ugly".
Once there was a king name I.M. Adope. He had a wife named S.U.R. Adope. They ruled over a land called Faraway. After being married for several years, they had a daughter. They named her after S.U.R.'s grandmother, whose name was Ug Lyand. This princess, though, was not just any princess. She was the ugliest princess in the world. Therefore, she had only two good fairies (she had accidentally scared the others away). When Ug was christened at a very late age (her parents didn't want her to go out often), there was a huge... well, good-sized... well, a party, anyway, for her. Unfortunately her parents somehow forgot to invite her grandmother Ug had been named after. And when Granny got mad, Granny got mad!! She crashed the party and injected Ug with a liquid that would make her stay awake for fifteen years. She figured by then, Ug would be uglier and she would turn into an old maid. There was nothing I.M. or S.U.R. could do about it. Ug tried everything from sleeping pills to drinking jugs of coffee. Of course, that only made her have to use the bathroom more than usual. While she was awake she remembered about the princess down the road, Sleeping Beauty, who had been awakened by a handsome prince after one hundred years. Ug thought so much and so hard about where to find a handsome prince, or even just a prince, that ten years passed by. After that she mostly played cards and watched television. The time came when she could sleep. She was so tired she stayed asleep while life passed her by... and by... and by. When she finally woke up, she was an old maid, just like her grandmother had planned. But it turned out that she liked living single, seeing as her parents and servants left her while she was asleep. She was her own boss, doing whatever she wanted any time she wanted. So Ug Lyand Adope lived alone, but mind you, happily, for the rest of her life.
This is a story I wrote around fourth or fifth grade. I had an obsession with rewriting fairy tales. This is called "Awakened Ugly".
Once there was a king name I.M. Adope. He had a wife named S.U.R. Adope. They ruled over a land called Faraway. After being married for several years, they had a daughter. They named her after S.U.R.'s grandmother, whose name was Ug Lyand. This princess, though, was not just any princess. She was the ugliest princess in the world. Therefore, she had only two good fairies (she had accidentally scared the others away). When Ug was christened at a very late age (her parents didn't want her to go out often), there was a huge... well, good-sized... well, a party, anyway, for her. Unfortunately her parents somehow forgot to invite her grandmother Ug had been named after. And when Granny got mad, Granny got mad!! She crashed the party and injected Ug with a liquid that would make her stay awake for fifteen years. She figured by then, Ug would be uglier and she would turn into an old maid. There was nothing I.M. or S.U.R. could do about it. Ug tried everything from sleeping pills to drinking jugs of coffee. Of course, that only made her have to use the bathroom more than usual. While she was awake she remembered about the princess down the road, Sleeping Beauty, who had been awakened by a handsome prince after one hundred years. Ug thought so much and so hard about where to find a handsome prince, or even just a prince, that ten years passed by. After that she mostly played cards and watched television. The time came when she could sleep. She was so tired she stayed asleep while life passed her by... and by... and by. When she finally woke up, she was an old maid, just like her grandmother had planned. But it turned out that she liked living single, seeing as her parents and servants left her while she was asleep. She was her own boss, doing whatever she wanted any time she wanted. So Ug Lyand Adope lived alone, but mind you, happily, for the rest of her life.
Wednesday, June 15, 2011
From the Attic
The "Me" Page (I'm not writing down everything on this list because some of them are so boring!)
Three words which describe me best: talkative, corny, funky
A chore I hate: cleaning my room (now it's cleaning the bathroom!)
Something I wish would happen at my home: It was on wheels so I could move it. (This may have been right after our neighbors moved)
A car I want: Jaguar XJ220 (my favorite Hot Wheels)
A television character I act like: Dustin Diamond ("Screech" from Saved By the Bell)
A contest I want to win: the lottery
My heartthrob: Arnold Scrwelrjlkjagkjgler (I just wrote in a bunch of letters for the last name, haha! I was addicted to Terminator)
A political office I would like to hold: President
Something I want to buy: A mall
Someone I would like to have as a relative: Mel Gibson (I wasn't making very good choices based on these people presently!!)
My dream for America: Kick Bill Clinton out of office (So political!)
Three words which describe me best: talkative, corny, funky
A chore I hate: cleaning my room (now it's cleaning the bathroom!)
Something I wish would happen at my home: It was on wheels so I could move it. (This may have been right after our neighbors moved)
A car I want: Jaguar XJ220 (my favorite Hot Wheels)
A television character I act like: Dustin Diamond ("Screech" from Saved By the Bell)
A contest I want to win: the lottery
My heartthrob: Arnold Scrwelrjlkjagkjgler (I just wrote in a bunch of letters for the last name, haha! I was addicted to Terminator)
A political office I would like to hold: President
Something I want to buy: A mall
Someone I would like to have as a relative: Mel Gibson (I wasn't making very good choices based on these people presently!!)
My dream for America: Kick Bill Clinton out of office (So political!)
Tuesday, June 14, 2011
From the Attic
Remember the other day when I found a paper saying I wanted to work with the deaf or be a lawyer? I found another paper confirming those ambitions.
Journal entry from September 9, 1993 (10 years old)
Dear Journal,
When I grow up, I want to be either a teacher for the deaf, or a lawyer. I want to be a teacher for the deaf because I'm really interested in deaf people and sign language. It would really be neat to help out a deaf person! Or two. Or three! Or even more! I really would like to help them.
I want to be a lawyer too. A lawyer makes a lot of money and he/she helps people by standing up for them. You can ask anyone and they'll tell you my sister and I are wonderful at arguing! Ahem! We have practice! Ha, ha, ha! Those are the things I want to be when I grow up.
Journal entry from September 9, 1993 (10 years old)
Dear Journal,
When I grow up, I want to be either a teacher for the deaf, or a lawyer. I want to be a teacher for the deaf because I'm really interested in deaf people and sign language. It would really be neat to help out a deaf person! Or two. Or three! Or even more! I really would like to help them.
I want to be a lawyer too. A lawyer makes a lot of money and he/she helps people by standing up for them. You can ask anyone and they'll tell you my sister and I are wonderful at arguing! Ahem! We have practice! Ha, ha, ha! Those are the things I want to be when I grow up.
Monday, June 13, 2011
From the Attic
Journal Entry - September 30, 1993
Dear Journal,
I wish my new aunt Renee would have a baby. That would be very special!
(That is my entire entry. This is dedicated to you, Renee. Haha!)
Dear Journal,
I wish my new aunt Renee would have a baby. That would be very special!
(That is my entire entry. This is dedicated to you, Renee. Haha!)
Friday, June 10, 2011
My Future Plans
Here's another gem from my old school papers... my future plans. Let's see if any of them match up, shall we?
My future plans include having 5 or 7 kids, being a lawyer or teaching the deaf, and I'm going to get a doctorate. I'll live in a mansion and have a limo. I'll marry a rich man so I can give lots of charity.
Wonder what would happen if I had six kids instead of 5 or 7? I would self-destruct? Where did the lawyer thing come from? I would still love to work with the deaf. The doctorate is totally out the window, at that point I had no clue the amount of time that goes into getting your doctorate, haha! The mansion and limo and rich husband are no longer important to me, as long as I can fulfill that whole giving to charity thing. :)
I think this was 5th grade. No age is given in my paper, just my weight (75 lbs) and height (4 ft 8). So weird.
My future plans include having 5 or 7 kids, being a lawyer or teaching the deaf, and I'm going to get a doctorate. I'll live in a mansion and have a limo. I'll marry a rich man so I can give lots of charity.
Wonder what would happen if I had six kids instead of 5 or 7? I would self-destruct? Where did the lawyer thing come from? I would still love to work with the deaf. The doctorate is totally out the window, at that point I had no clue the amount of time that goes into getting your doctorate, haha! The mansion and limo and rich husband are no longer important to me, as long as I can fulfill that whole giving to charity thing. :)
I think this was 5th grade. No age is given in my paper, just my weight (75 lbs) and height (4 ft 8). So weird.
Thursday, June 9, 2011
Dear Santa
I just found a letter to Santa that I left with his milk and cookies one year. Not sure how old I was, but it was in with some of my 4th grade papers I was going through. I won't write the whole letter here, but this is just too good to pass up:
I hope you like the cookies and milk. I hope you're not lack toast intolerant!
I seriously laughed so hard when I saw that. What's really great is I put a disclaimer after it:
(I know what it means, I don't know how many words it is or how it's spelled.)
Just in case Santa thought I was using words of which I didn't know the meaning.
If you're curious, I asked for books and model cars (Hot Wheels). And I told Santa to please bring a present for Jergens, our cat. Named after the lotion.
I told you - you can't make this stuff up!!
I hope you like the cookies and milk. I hope you're not lack toast intolerant!
I seriously laughed so hard when I saw that. What's really great is I put a disclaimer after it:
(I know what it means, I don't know how many words it is or how it's spelled.)
Just in case Santa thought I was using words of which I didn't know the meaning.
If you're curious, I asked for books and model cars (Hot Wheels). And I told Santa to please bring a present for Jergens, our cat. Named after the lotion.
I told you - you can't make this stuff up!!
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