I loved this idea, it was on my cousin, Holly's, blog.
Here are the directions:
1. As a comment on my blog, leave one memory that you and I had together. It doesn't matter if you knew me a little or a lot, anything you remember!
2. Next, re-post these instructions on your blog and see how many people leave a memory about you.It's actually pretty funny to see the responses. If you leave a memory about me, I'll assume you're playing the game and I'll come to your blog and leave one about you.
6 comments:
One memory? One memory?! Where the heck do I start?!
Well one of my favorite memories was when you drank about a pitcher of apple juice and then went to the testing center (enough said).
A memory that I have of us was when I had to go home for knee surgery-you were always checking on me and making sure that I knew you cared. The best was when you sent out an email and put my name in at the best friend part--I was really touched.
I have many more but not enough room to share--lol. Thanks for the memories!
Where to begin, where to begin....seeing you pushing a wheelchair around in the MTC for a week, watching you stuff yourself in the upper dryer (and taking a picture)in the laundry room, receiving pumpkin cookies and mint oreos on demand, "oportunidad", watching you peek around corners and imitate that teacher in the CCM (the one with the creepy smile, "habla gatito, habla", preaching to the "whole freakin' pueblo", seeing you stand next to Elder Astle, the day we both got wedding announcements from family and you cried because your cousin was getting married, being with you on p-day in Iquitos, when Hna. Cahuana told me that your code word for Elder Anderson was "Mmmm....kay", the sad look on all of our faces when he came to his last ruenion de zona when we were in Iquitos, our last testimony meeting and the awesome picture with "our" Elders, when you told me that you counted handle bar mustaches on your way to my wedding in Oklahoma, randomly running into you outside the J.S. Memorial Building when we were there for Christmas, the list goes on and on....I miss you and I feel so honored to have these sweet memories with you and to be your friend. Te amo!
Well, just one memory? Every time I'm with you I'm laughing the whole time! And honestly, I don't really remember a time that we weren't friends because (my mind is gettin fuzzy) and we've been friends for so long! But I'll never forget riding bikes to the dam with you. We did that.... oh maybe 10 times a summer and I loved it. I loved that I had a friend who loved doing the same things as me! And when we got older, I remember having our pickle-stick party... hahahaha! Good times!
Rach, you are so much fun. I remember yearbook camps and the long hours putting together pages, girls camp when we were stake girls together. Remember the Star Wars skit, as R2D2. And the cruise, how could I think of the cruise and not think of you. "John like John Wayne? No Sean like Sean Connery." Flirting with all the boys and dancing together. The cute Tooele boys and the not so cute SLC boys...didn't that guy turn into a gondola boy in Vegas? Wow, crazy. Ah, I love you and just thinking about all the goods laughs makes me miss you like crazy. Thank goodness for blogs.
I could go for a few of the obvious answers... MUCHACHO! But let me dig a little deeper...
How about roller skating on Grandma's old porch and singing "Whatcha gonna do when they come for you... bad boys, bad boys."
OR sitting in my closet and forcing the cats to make noise while we recorded them on a tape recorder.
OR shadow puppets and "BAG, SACK, BAG, SACK, BAG, SACK" at Raintree.
Need I go on?
THE WHITTLER!!!!!! How in the world did I choose any story over THE WHITTLER? Let me explain for others that are reading this. (Long story.)
When Rachel and I first roomed together in college, there was a random guy in our ward that we nicknamed "The Whittler" because all he did was sit around in the yard and whittle things. No idea why, but he took a liking to me.
So one day, he came over and WOULD NOT LEAVE, no matter how many excuses I gave him. So finally I told him that I had a headache and needed to lay down. He said, "We don't have a TV, so I'll just stay here and watch for a while." I called Rachel on her cell and told her she had to get him out of there.
So Rachel came home and made up this huge story about how she had to get the apartment ready for her anniversary dinner with her boyfriend, thinking this would get The Whittler to leave. He said, "I'll just stay until he gets here." Trouble is... Rachel didn't have a boyfriend at the time.
So Rachel went next door to a random guy apartment and asked one of the guys there to come over and pretend to be her boyfriend so this guy would leave. And finally that worked.
Thank you, Rachel, for saving me from THE WHITTLER.
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