Let's Play the Memory Game!
1. As a comment on my blog, leave one memory of me. 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 fun 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.
Feet
12 years ago
8 comments:
I remember you, Ruth and EJ coming to my house for a visit from Rick's College. We have game marathons. Even today when we get together it's game time. Dutch Blitz anyone?
i remember when you were sick and went to the hospital to get your adenoids (sp) taken out. you just looked miserable. I felt so sorry for you. and your first day back, the rest of us were sentenced to chores, while you sat in a chair, sniffeling. i went and got my marrionette (sp) and tried to cheer you up with that stupid chicken thing - until mom caught me -- not cleaning!!! I have always hated when i felt you were suffering...still do. love you!
Yeah, I remember the marrionette thing. I had forgotten that you did that. But now I totally remember. Thanks!!!
I remember when I threatened "low poke" Ruth that she would have to walk to school by herself because she wasn't ready when the other kids had to leave to be on time. I fully intended to walk a few steps behind her to make sure she would be all right. But when I went to leave the house undetected there you were coming from behind a tree to walk with your sister so she would not have to walk alone. That is such a Sarah thing to do... think of others.
i remember dance party usa at our apartment at ricks and you flipped over the couch and landed on the floor. it was awesome!
Kyle says that he remembers when the two of you went cow tipping and then he had to hose you off at the gas station and you were singing "Maniac, Maniac." Also, when the two of you were drunk driving and saw the cops and so you pulled over and pretended that there were bees so that you wouldn't get arrested and one of the cops was allergic to bees and wouldn't come near...Oh, wait, that wasn't you...
three and a half?
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