Aah, memories. I have one or two of them, maybe even about you! So, I'm going to play the game.
I posted on Nicole's blog.
Here are the directions for any who want to play along.
1. As a comment on my blog, leave one memory that you and I had together. It doesn't matter if you know 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.
7 comments:
Love this idea! I'll add it to my blog in a couple of days.
My memory of you. . . sleeping in a yucky hotel in Spain on a weird bed, with a crazy hotel manager. I also remember the food wasn't that great!
Okay, I'm a bit behind so I'm finally making my way over here to leave my memory. There and definitely a lot to choose from. It's hard to choose just one.
I could talk about the hours and hours in the back of grandpa's camper....or the Disneyland trips....or the many MANY chick flicks...or homemade glamor shots...
But I keep thinking about when we would get together as teenagers and listen to John Bytheway talk tapes and color in our Disney Princess coloring books. We were such great artists!
And there was always the "walking each other half way home" at the end of the night. We'd walk together to the corner, which I technically think is closer to my house, so you got the bum end of that deal for all those years.
oh, and since you set the bar so high, including "visual" memories and all on my blog...I've pulled out a few winners for you, too. It just may take me a few days to get around to posting them. It will give you something to look forward to.
Some days I wish I had a blog. Anyways. Memories of Andria always include grandma's house and three beautiful princesses who made it to all the balls!
Also, watching movies in your bedroom.
And who can forget glamour shots.
Um, get a blog, Heidi! It's free and fun too!
My memory of you, Heidi, is when I was on the phone with you, one evening. I was sitting on my parents' bed and you were telling me about how Josh proposed to you. I thought it was really sweet!
For Whitney, since you're not playing on your blog yet, I'll put my memory of you here. And because one memory is actually about the same trip as your memory, I'll leave two memories.
First: eating bread stolen from the Bread Nazi and a Powerbar while on the stairs of the cemetary at Mont Saint Michel.
Second: Me (or was it Deb) telling you to be quiet while at the Green show before a play at the Shakesperean festival and you refusing to talk to us until the play was over. We totally deserved the silent treatment; we were rude.
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