Day 4: Five Things I Would Tell My 16-Year Old Self if I Could

   You know, 16 was one of the best years of my life. But if I could give myself a heads-up I would say . . .

 1. You really DON'T have to say yes to every date a guy asks you on. I remember feeling guilt and pressure every time a guy I didn't like asked me out. And while I would encourage first dates with people, you don't need to keep saying yes. I ended up with a few accidental boyfriends just because I couldn't seem to say "no" when they asked me out.

2. Make more friends. Because your friends are pretty much all going to college next year, and you will be BORED AS HECK. Also, you need the practice.

3.  There are going to be a couple of guys that you know you would make a terrible couple with. You're going to go out with them anyway. But, for goodness sakes, when they inevitably drop you like a sack of potatoes, don't give them the benefit of the doubt, and DON'T CLING ON. You didn't like them all that much anyway, and there are much better guys out there. Laugh and move on.

4. Don't eat candy for lunch at school everyday. It's cheaper, but come on. That was pretty bad, even for us.

5. Be smart. But also, have fun.

 

  In not-list-of-random-things news, I'm supposed to leave in an hour to catch a flight to California. And Lincoln projectile vomited on McKay this morning. He hasn't thrown up since, but he's been crabby, and refusing to nap and not interested in eating. I'm flip-flopping every few minutes, but I think we're going to try to muscle through, since it's most likely just a 24 hour bug. GAH. If he projectile vomits on the plane, I'm going to act as surprised as anybody else.

   Pray for me. And Lincoln. And those poor, poor people trapped with us on a plane for three hours.