Today instead of the usual Monday potluck, I am pulling one of my favorite stories out of the archives.
For a reason.
A really good reason.
Please read to the end to find out why…
Holly was once a teenager.
Although Holly is naturally
perky, the teenage years turned Holly’s perkiness into
springy teenage angst.
Springy teenage angst can be identified by continuous eye-rolling and hyper-debating.
Holly’s bobbing head in
off-beat time to her walkman was seen wandering around her room and on the well beaten track to the bathroom she shared.
It may have been because Holly lived directly across from her parents bed room…
It may have been because the family needed a break from all the eye-rolling…
It may have been because someone needed to go to the bathroom…
SOMETHING caused Holly’s dad came up with a brilliant idea!
Genius Holly’s dad…
Let’s build Holly a room in the basement!
Holly’s dad built walls.
Holly’s dad built a bathroom.
Holly’s dad put carpet on the floor.
This new room was very helpful in containing Holly’s teenage angst.
This new room was very helpful in containing Holly’s mess.
Holly did not live alone
in her mess.
Holly’s dog didn’t seem to mind the long hours in the bathroom, the constant eye-rolling or the mess.
At the time Holly thought the room was nice.
Now that Holly is no longer suffering from teenage angst she can fully admit that the room was teenage nirvana.
Well, almost teenage nirvana. There was one time when Holly found a small garden snake under her bathroom rug.
And then Holly suffered from
legitimate angst.
The End.
This is not the end of the story!
There is more…
After a series of crazy coincidences, I found that
this very room that my dad built for me was later the home of fellow blogger, Jennifer from Thursday Drive. She writes about it
HERE.
Jennifer {who I love dearly and think is one of the most amazing writers I have ever read} is in the middle of a mess. Over a year ago she and her children moved across the country to start a new life after a divorce. The kids went to visit their dad a few weeks ago and
didn’t return. Jennifer is in need of some help to enforce the custody agreement and see her children again.
If there is any way that you can help, please
check out her story on Go Fund Me. Thank you so much.
Now GO before I start rolling my eyes.
I was too uncool to have teenage angst. I didn’t dare roll my eyes so that anyone could actually SEE them roll, but I did a lot of stomping. My parents really should have dug a basement and put me into it. Two stories. High water table and all.
Funny as always, Miss Holly!
You are so funny! Love the “Dr. Phil” dad and the dog – not goat – ACK!
Loved this – as usual! Kellan
Hey Holly! Life has interrupted my blog life, and I’m so far behind. I am WAY behind on you, but I think I’ll catch up… soon… really… maybe in a couple of weeks… I don’t know.
Anyway, I like to go in chronological order, so I feel weird doing this recent post, but I have to in order to stay caught up on my cousin’s blog. (You know, family and all. I have to stay caught up over there.)
This is hilarious. My favorite part is the psychadelic floor with the legend (and the empty closet).
Hahah, very cute!
I like how among the things on the floor there are different colors for “unidentified” and “who knows!”
🙂
OMG my dad turned our garage into a “studio apartment” of teenage angst for me too!
I wish we had basements here–I’d make a ‘mommy only’ room for my mommy angst 🙂
I had K-Swiss myself.
You have quite painfully described my 12 year old daughter, down to what her room looks like. Wish we had a basement to shove -er- move her into.
My god, that was exquisite. Loved the Dr. Phil line . . .
Came over from Jen’s, and will have to stick around for a bit . . . if you don’t mind . . .
I think I could have taught eye-rolling as an elective. Dude, you had your own bathroom? And most likely a separate entrance to the house. Your dad, Dr. Phil, totally rocks!
Wow – you were allowed to have a walkman?! Definite nirvana!
Though in fairness to my parents, they let me use theirs. But no van halen tapes in the house…