Coblog!
Allison and I have been friends since we were six years old. I've kept a journal (with my mother as secretary in the early days) since I was three years old.
Shortly after my ninth birthday, Allison slept over. We decided it would be fun to write a "double entry" in my journal that night - here's the beginning of that first entry:
Allison slept over again around my twelfth birthday, and we wrote in the journal again:
From then on, we decided it would be an every-three-years tradition. Amazingly, we have sustained that tradition. We've missed a year here and there (I think this is technically four years since the last time we wrote) but we always manage to get back on track. So just before Christmas, we got together again and wrote in the journal. (The same journal. It's always that journal.) But in addition to that...
B: Hey! So I'm sitting at my computer right now and sitting next to me is ... Allison!
A: Hey! This is Allison!
B: Wow, so we had this great idea (actually, Allison had it, and I enthusiastically agreed) to do a blog together. We both blog now, and we have this tradition where every three years (ish) we get together at Christmas time and write in my old journal. Originally it was at my birthday, but then once we didn't live in the same city anymore that became somewhat problematic.
A: We usually write about the what's been going on in our lives, and gloss over the greatest hits of the last three years of pop culture. We figure that stuff will be really boring to read though, so instead we're going to write about... um, Brianne?
B: Yeah. Exactly. Unlike our usually brilliant and witty posts, I guess when you get two great minds together in the same room, at the same KEYBOARD, the ... world ... just can't ... deal with - okay, so here's the thing. We have like seven minutes to do this, and we're under pressure, and we have no topic in mind. Yes!
A: I'm going to randomly mash some keys together, and whatever word they sort of form will be our topic. Ready?
B: Oh, I am so ready.
A: ktjhy.
B: Awesome. SO our topic this evening is Kathy. I have an aunt named Kathy. I'll see her tomorrow, on Christmas Eve, at the annual family get-together. She likes sweaters and online dating. We also knew a girl named Kathy in high school. I did, at least. I think she's engaged now. Maybe married? She's my Friendster friend, and I haven't really been active on Friendster in at least a year or two.
A: I'm on facebook, but I have a few facebook friends who I haven't actually "talked" to. I also get scared when people write on my super wall. And when they ask me to do quizzes and likeness tests. I don't know any Kathys. I've known some Cathys, and my cousin Kara had a nightshirt in the '80s that had the cartoon Cathy on it. I think she was holing a beifcase and talking about men. The pajama Cathy that is, not my cousin Kara.
B: Holing a beifcase sounds dirty! I never knew Cathy was that kind of cartoon. This HAS been informative! Okay, new word! 5 minutes! Ready? I'll just say you are. weionu
A: Wino. Allriiiight! A homeless man asked me to watch his bike while I was waiting outside a liquor store this past summer. That made me feel good.
B: Why were you waiting outside a liquor store? I'll let you answer that, but first I'll say that oddly enough, my associations for "wino" are strangely wholesome. It makes me think of Otis the town drunk from the Andy Griffith Show. He'd get drunk and then come to the jail and lock himself in a cell until he sobered up. Awww. Otis.
A: Wow, I didn't realize the Andy Griffith Show took on such hard-hitting issues. And I was outside the liquor store because Oliver was inside buying wine. Fine wine. Because we are classy people. Even though I was loitering outside a liquor store. New word: poifj
B: The word is poif. Too bad poif is not a word. So let's make up meanings. I think it's a really expensive variety of poodle.
A: I think it's a hairstyle for sed poodle. You know, instead of a coif.
B: I like it! And now, sadly, I think our time is up.
A: No! Our readers crave more!
B: Maybe we could do a second part to this!
A: I enthusiastically agree!
B: Great. Stay tuned for Part 2 ... brought to you on Allison's blog.
***
We haven't finished Part 2. But I'm sure it'll be quality stuff.
Edit: Part 2 now available here.
Shortly after my ninth birthday, Allison slept over. We decided it would be fun to write a "double entry" in my journal that night - here's the beginning of that first entry:
Allison slept over again around my twelfth birthday, and we wrote in the journal again:
From then on, we decided it would be an every-three-years tradition. Amazingly, we have sustained that tradition. We've missed a year here and there (I think this is technically four years since the last time we wrote) but we always manage to get back on track. So just before Christmas, we got together again and wrote in the journal. (The same journal. It's always that journal.) But in addition to that...
B: Hey! So I'm sitting at my computer right now and sitting next to me is ... Allison!
A: Hey! This is Allison!
B: Wow, so we had this great idea (actually, Allison had it, and I enthusiastically agreed) to do a blog together. We both blog now, and we have this tradition where every three years (ish) we get together at Christmas time and write in my old journal. Originally it was at my birthday, but then once we didn't live in the same city anymore that became somewhat problematic.
A: We usually write about the what's been going on in our lives, and gloss over the greatest hits of the last three years of pop culture. We figure that stuff will be really boring to read though, so instead we're going to write about... um, Brianne?
B: Yeah. Exactly. Unlike our usually brilliant and witty posts, I guess when you get two great minds together in the same room, at the same KEYBOARD, the ... world ... just can't ... deal with - okay, so here's the thing. We have like seven minutes to do this, and we're under pressure, and we have no topic in mind. Yes!
A: I'm going to randomly mash some keys together, and whatever word they sort of form will be our topic. Ready?
B: Oh, I am so ready.
A: ktjhy.
B: Awesome. SO our topic this evening is Kathy. I have an aunt named Kathy. I'll see her tomorrow, on Christmas Eve, at the annual family get-together. She likes sweaters and online dating. We also knew a girl named Kathy in high school. I did, at least. I think she's engaged now. Maybe married? She's my Friendster friend, and I haven't really been active on Friendster in at least a year or two.
A: I'm on facebook, but I have a few facebook friends who I haven't actually "talked" to. I also get scared when people write on my super wall. And when they ask me to do quizzes and likeness tests. I don't know any Kathys. I've known some Cathys, and my cousin Kara had a nightshirt in the '80s that had the cartoon Cathy on it. I think she was holing a beifcase and talking about men. The pajama Cathy that is, not my cousin Kara.
B: Holing a beifcase sounds dirty! I never knew Cathy was that kind of cartoon. This HAS been informative! Okay, new word! 5 minutes! Ready? I'll just say you are. weionu
A: Wino. Allriiiight! A homeless man asked me to watch his bike while I was waiting outside a liquor store this past summer. That made me feel good.
B: Why were you waiting outside a liquor store? I'll let you answer that, but first I'll say that oddly enough, my associations for "wino" are strangely wholesome. It makes me think of Otis the town drunk from the Andy Griffith Show. He'd get drunk and then come to the jail and lock himself in a cell until he sobered up. Awww. Otis.
A: Wow, I didn't realize the Andy Griffith Show took on such hard-hitting issues. And I was outside the liquor store because Oliver was inside buying wine. Fine wine. Because we are classy people. Even though I was loitering outside a liquor store. New word: poifj
B: The word is poif. Too bad poif is not a word. So let's make up meanings. I think it's a really expensive variety of poodle.
A: I think it's a hairstyle for sed poodle. You know, instead of a coif.
B: I like it! And now, sadly, I think our time is up.
A: No! Our readers crave more!
B: Maybe we could do a second part to this!
A: I enthusiastically agree!
B: Great. Stay tuned for Part 2 ... brought to you on Allison's blog.
***
We haven't finished Part 2. But I'm sure it'll be quality stuff.
Edit: Part 2 now available here.
Labels: childhood
posted by BeeKay at 4:10 PM
5 Comments:
love love LOVE the old journal glimpses. i especially enjoy how you dotted your 'i' with a bubbly circle.
Holy CRAP! THAT WAS AMAZING!!! I'm drooling for MORE! MORE I TELL YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I bow before your incredible wit.
I heart Otis.
I died laying that you watched a bike for a homeless guy, Allison.
And I wonder who Coton Tail is that wants to get in bed with one of you...
Hmm. I find it odd that I said "laying" instead of "laughing". But, I guess most people die laying. So, yeah.
Hey, when you get a chance, I'd love and entry from around my 16th birthday. Weren't you there? McDonald's on 22nd...
God those were some good ol' times.
The 16th birthday party at McDonalds! I had completely forgotten about that! How could I have forgotten?!
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