Kayleigh, Ty, and Alec

Okay, the truth had to come out sooner or later, so it might as well be now.   My own notes are hideously boring.  Just about everyone whose teenage thoughts are exposed on this blog has enough talent to be published in one way or another, but I'm the exception.  But, I figure if I'm exposing everyone I knew (with their permission, of course), I should at have to suffer as well.  And, apparently, you do too.  If you make it through this drivel, there's an update at the end of this post, and I promise something juicy (or at least amusing) is on the very next pages, to be posted tomorrow.

So...Did we live up to those lofty goals I laid out in 1985?  S, H, and I are actually "happy homemakers", though, we only have five kids between us, all of them boys.  N has a boy as well, and I do belive her career involves writing, though I don't know if she calls herself a writer.  Actually, S does call herself a writer, as well she should, as she's had a screenplay considered for production and is currently shopping for a publisher for her latest work which, I must say is fabulous.  I hope to see it on the shelves before my oldest child reaches adulthood so he can read it.

None of the boys are named Alec, Ty, Clayton, Ryan, or John Jackson.  Oh, and D never did make his intentions clear and I eventually moved on.