Wednesday, December 10, 2008

Back in the Day

And now we return to our regular programming.

My journal from June 14, 1991:

"Kurt Bestor was the speaker at Youth Conference.  Spiritually, it was wonderful.  Socially, it was a flop. (For me and Todd.)  I let my temper get the better of me this weekend.  I realized he doesn't like me.  He doesn't even like a lot of the things I like.  On the way home from Youth Conference, I was in a rotten mood so Bishop Smith said, "Don't worry, Emilia.  All boys are gravy-suckin' slime balls."  I don't know what it even means.  But it made me feel better."

Two weeks later on July 1, 1991:

"I just apologized to my Mom and everybody else for my behavior over the past 6 months.  I've been such a dip!  It is definitely the end of an era.  I've even packed away all of the banners and countdowns in a big manila envelope.  What better way to start the summer?"

See?  I was ALL DONE with that Todd Smith.

It had been short and sort of sweet and was a learning experience which left me free to go on and find other boys to adore with my new found knowledge of what NOT to do.

Incidentally, I still refer to dumb boys as gravy suckin' slime balls.  And I still don't know what it means.  And it still makes me feel better.  


Valerie said...

I remember that youth conference, I don't remember, though which boy I liked that weekend.

Jen said...

Bishop Smith... Is that my dad? He was never a bishop, was he?

Emilia said...

no, your Dad was never a Bishop. Bob Smith. He had five daughters, so he was a great authority on how rotten boys were.

Emilia said...

Valerie, this is further testament to the importance of keeping a journal. I think we should have a relief society lesson on it, and we can compare and contrast our record keeping skills. ;)

Beth said...

Gravy-suckin slime balls. That's hilarious. I love it.

joan said...

"Gravy sucking slime balls." (Snicker.)
I have to tell my daughter this.

Emilia said...

I expect to hear Kathryn using it appropriately in complete sentences at the great cookie exchange.