I thought this blog game looked fun. Please play, even if you don't post it on your blog.
Memory Game Rules...
1. Leave a comment on my blog of a memory that you and I have had together (it doesn't matter if you know me a little or a lot, just anything that you remember).
2. Re-post these instructions on your blog. 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.
13 comments:
I loved how when we met, it was so comfortable and easy talking to you--like we'd been friends forever.
Being in a busy mall bathroom, pretending to speak in sign language just to make people think we were deaf(and I am sure doing outlandishly ridiculous gestures that didn't fool anyone). Not the most politically correct thing to do, but funny all the same.
Kathryn: You didn't mention that we were in elem school. Oh, we were ridiculous. :)
I remember the bathroom in Gilroy, singing that country song and laughing till we cried.
When I hear the name "Kasey Ryan" I immediately have flashbacks to you in that drum majors uniform from Clark HAHA You were always irreverent but well bahaved (I could take lessons from that!) and always made me laugh...the big, loud, pee my pants laugh that I couldn't stop. I'm coming across photos as I unpack - I'll have to email you some :)
Apparently you just have a way about you that makes everyone so comfortable and feel like you have been friends for a long time! We didn't get to hang out near enough, but I remember jammin' to the Wiggles and playing that cat and mouse game when you came for FHE. You just make everything fun!
Testing, testing, I'm not about to write this thing out again without testing....
Finally! Last night I wrote out a long and involved memory for you and your comments page ate it. Seriously! So I wrote out another. Shorter, not quite as involved as the first, but apparently just as delicious because---SNARF!----it happened again! So I am back to say:
I put my best memory of you on your mom's blog recently, so what I have for you here is rather a non-memory. Meaning I don't remember hanging out with you. Trust me, this isn't a slam :) You are about 5 years younger than me, I figure, so you would have been around 7 or 8 when we lived in Clovis. And yet I don't remember you being a bother or a pest at all. That says volumes, VOLUMES, my dear. And you can bet as Kelly and I were such MATURE young women at the time (we were 12 and 13) we would have been quite sensitive to the bratty escapades of a younger sister. So thank you for being so involved in all your other pursuits (such as those that required the liberal application of legwarmers) that you left us to our numerous dinner parties, pep squad auditions and curling iron catastrophies.
has to be the skate park in madera and slurpies after. Me, not knowing how to skate at all, and you rocking the rails and everything in between. I was totally in awe. You still are the coolest.
I remember when we were at an adult only meeting when we were part of the Lake Mary Stake. You and I both had our babies with us. Atticus and Greyson were only a few months old. You seemed very sweet and I loved visiting with you in the foyer.
I remember watching you dance to "Baby Mine" when you were in high school. I thought it was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. It has been trumped now by watching you in the very real role of motherhood on a daily basis, even more beautiful.
So, so many things. 35 cent Thrify ice creams. Everything drama. Nuns, townspeople, wives. Tons and tons and tons of muffins. The best stage fight I'm sure our drama class had ever seen. A great Sadie Hawkins. Seminary. Halloween hippies. Seminary and Halloween hippies. Seminary jokes (Esa-what? Nephi was so strong because . . . ) Surprise birthday parties. Middle name obsessions (okay, that was mainly me.) High school crushes and wind. Playing in the rain and mud. Countless hours in the hallway outside the drama room, for various reasons. I could go on and on . . .
I know you posted this months ago, but I'm playing along anyway. Allowances for being a new reader...
I remember that you were the first friend that I told when Jake and I got engaged. I pulled you into my room to tell you we were "doing it." Before I could elaborate on that, you stopped me with the TMI speech. Bad choice of words on my part, I admit. I had meant, of course, that we were getting married...while you had thought I was giving you the confession that I should have been giving my Bishop!
Your blog keeps getting better and better! Your older articles are not as good as newer ones you have a lot more creativity and originality now keep it up!
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