This was a fun one so I couldn't resist. Besides, it makes everyone feel good to be talked about in a good way!! hehehe
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. If you don't want to play on your blog, or if you don't have a blog, I'll leave my memory of you in my comments.
I would love for everyone to play along. Don't be shy leave whatever memory you would like.
7 years ago
5 comments:
I remember the day your pregnant self moved in across the hall and I was excited because I could tell you wouldn't be making smelly food at midnight.
I remember eating smarties with you while watching the boys play frisbee at your first ward activity.
I remember brownies, Papa Murphy's, and yummy salsa and chips.
I remember torturing our husbands while we kicked their trash at Catan.
I remember when my best friend lived right across the hall and it rocked. COME LIVE BY ME AGAIN!
The first time I met you we were at Ina's and your ward camp out. I think you were still living with your dad. I don't remember much except that it was lots of fun to run around eat good food.
Okay so almost all of high school just flashed before eyes but a couple things stood out. Do you remember Scremin' Yellow Zonkers. That night was the one and only time I got grounded or remember when I wanted to ask Matt L* on a date but he was talking with a group of kids in the hall so you and Debbie went up to the group started talking to them and kind of stepped in front of Matt so he wasn't in the group any more and then I was able to ask him on the date. Is was good to hve wing men or should I say wing women.
I cant quite remember what game we where playing, I think it was Catan. You were getting mad at me because I was kicking your butt. I have to admit that I had to rub it in because usually you always beat me at this game. It felt good to be on top because usually you excel me in many ways. AAAAahhhhhh mushy goochy ohchy.
I could go on for days, but I am reminded of many sleep overs cramming ice cream in little mugs, talking about boys. One night you told me about these guys you had met, Steve and Dave. You begged me to call Dave and invite him over, or something like that. Anyway, we always had a blast. I'm glad we are related, I would hate to lose you as a friend.
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