So it looks like a lot of us are playing. It is easy for me to write comments on other blogs, why is it so hard for me to post this on mine? Ugh. I feel Jack Nicholson screaming in the background, "You can't handle the truth!" Or whatever....
So here are the directions:
1. As a comment on my blog, leave one memory of you and I. 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. 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 play on your blog, or if you don't have a blog, I'll leave my memory of you in my comments.
:-)
Where do I start? So many memories! And I forgot about Catch Phrase! I remember you teaching Relief Society in our ward at the U. I remember out days at Devereaux, however you spell that. I remember when we decided to evict a certain roommate. too many to name!
ReplyDeleteThat "eviction" left scars I will never be able to remove -- awkward! But, oh so necessary.
ReplyDeleteI don't even know where to begin. But I think the most memorable thing about you is your laugh. You always set people at ease with your smile and laugh. But I must also say that I LOVED the American Idol finale, too. And seeing Pride and Prejudice together. Speaking of that AI recording, we tried to show some friends later how hilariously ridiculous it was, and guess what? It didn't stop there! It went on like normal and declared the winner.... we looked like idiots.
ReplyDeleteYour sweet comment on my blog almost made me cry. That's a trait I've always admired in others but never felt I had myself so thanks a million for saying that! I love how you are always laughing and smiling. It's addictive. Sometimes I feel anxious in big crowds but whenever I get around you I start to calm down and just be happy, like you.
ReplyDelete"You can't handle the truth!" Ha- like there's some awful truth out there that someone would bring up...
ReplyDeleteWe've met in person probably- oh- three or four times, right?
I don't think I've ever met a happier person.
When I remember you I just think of how everyone in the room Melissa is in seems a little brighter and smiley. If your secret is Eclipse gum, don't tell me- I'll be so disappointed.
Ok still don't have my blog set up completely yet.. BUT I will still post. I am going to re-write what I left in the Animal Sightings portion of your blog. Still a fun memory none-the-less!!
ReplyDeleteThe best road trip EVER! Consisted of a few of the following.. and too many memories to list here!
The snack bag, our hot river guide, trying to find a fountain diet coke, souvenir shop after souvenir shop, THE CAR IS YOUR CAGE! Artic Fox, ever been gored by a buffalo?, The flashing construction signs of SLOW DOWN!!!! "Do you sell anything that is mass produced or cheaper?", The 13 hour drive home with Burger King crowns!
Tina, I forgot about the Burger King crowns. Hilarious. That was a super fun trip. I've really wanted a Blazer ever since. I can't think of you without remembering the time we we're sitting at the kitchen table laughing so hard I couldn't breathe and I also couldn't stand -- because I had peed my pants. Not just a little, a lot. It was all worth it though. What a memory. I also thoroughly enjoyed the recliner moment. Good times.
ReplyDeleteOh my word, Melissa...where do I start? What an awesome sister you are! You put up with my past obsession with mole boy, and I even almost sent you through the windshield when I was checking out cute boys in Draper. It did get you a really nice Seatbelt Safety Girl mug, though. But the good old days of Walkers runs, no brakes, teaching me about parking in the faculty lot, barbies (please take me downstairs) our endless torture of "the boy" and sappy stuff like you always being there for me no matter what bonehead thing I was doing at time. I am so proud of everything you have accomplished- you are an awesome sister and a wonderful aunt to my kids- they are so lucky to have such a caring aunt who loves to spend time with them. You're like a second mom to them. I love ya!
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