Okay, so I do have lots more to blog about and I promise to update you soon...ish. (Sometimes I wonder if anyone believes the words "I promise" from me anymore. Sigh.) But first, I'm fulfilling my half of a blogligation. Uh....I don't know if that worked. I just tried combining the words blog and obligation. Whatever. Here it is:
My sister-in-law sent this to me and I thought it was kind of a fun idea. I enjoy remembering good times and I love to be reminded of why I dig you people. :)
Here are the directions:
1. As a comment on my blog (or e-mail if you don't leave comments) leave one memory that you and I had together. It doesn't matter if you knew/know me a little or a lot - just anything you remember.
2. Next, re-post these instructions on your blog and see how many people leave a memory about you. Judging from my sis-in-law's blog, it's kinda cool and sometimes pretty funny! 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 don't have a blog, I'll leave my memory of you in my comments.
As a folklorist, I find the collection of memories fascinating and endless fun! As a bit of an egotist, I find it kind of gratifying. Hey, just being honest here. Come on! You know you like it too. :) (That may have hindered any possibility of a happy memory from you, but I couldn't help from pointing it out.)
14 comments:
Hmm. Which memory to choose? The late nights drunk in the bars? Or that time we went out and shot a bear with a BB gun and had to run and hide in a trash can to get away from it, but it found us anyway and rolled us down the hill? Or what about the time we stalked Robert Redford to the back gate of his house up in Provo Canyon?
(I remember something about the way folklore is passed on--the, er, carriers of a story have different names, or terminology, and I can't remember any of them. But I do remember one term was basically for the people that MADE the story up rather than just passed it along. What was that term again?)
Boy are you lucky that I packed my pictures. This is begging for me to scan a few choice pictures of you and upload them...you lucked out.)
Here's a real one:
Remember when we broke into that old building in...St.Anthony?...y'know, the old juvenile correction center or whatever it was...in the middle of the night, except we brought too many people, and too many flashlights, and the cops came over and caught us? And Maryanne turned on the charm and sweet-talked 'em...and my favorite part, Travis, as he was getting into the car on the way out there complaining about his roommates, "...their nasty crumbs all over MY CORNINGWARE!"
A bit stream-of-consciousness, but there you go.
Remember that night? Huh, huh?
Do you remember going up to Mesa Falls with rolls of wrapping paper and running around in the dark (except for the broken glow-sticks where we dumped the juice on ourselves) and whacking each other with the wrapping paper rolls?
Remember smelling my house (in Palmdale) for the first time? And Disneyland?
I still remember the first time we met. I was scoping out the room we were going to be sharing, and I was checking out your wall decoration to see what kind of a person you were. What stood out was a sign you had up...what was it? "Stop bedwetting." And I just thought, ooooh boy. And then you walked in with a towel on your head and I found out you weren't a bedwetter. And that I liked you.
(And was it you who threw someone's underwear in a tree, or was that your underwear that ended up in the tree?)
Seriously, I could go on for a looooooooong time. I miss you, you know that?
If you could hear my giggling right now, you would know how much fun that was for me. And yes...wow. (Thank goodness there aren't any pictures in here...) I do remember about 91.7% of the things you mentioned - minus the first memory, you nut!
A. I absolutely remember breaking into that building and the fear that we were all going to get kicked out of Ricks for being arrested...I may have nearly wet myself.
B. That night up at Mesa Falls was one of the all-time best date/group activity ideas that lives in my memory! That was SO MUCH FUN! But it's a wonder we didn't end up w/ some kind of radioactive reaction to that glow-stick juice.
C. Ah, Palmdale. Meeting Daddy-Laddy and Judy-Ludy for the first time. Seeing where little Wynne grew up. And then going to Disneyland for the first (and only) time of my life! Of COURSE I remember that!
D. Ha! Stop bedwetting! Sounds like me. What a nerd! Do you remember brushing your hair out and pretending to be Farrah Fawcett? Or brushing your hair out and doing your best muppet impression? Never had muppets frightened me so much...but maybe it had something to do w/ the slightly maniacal gleam in your eye.
E. I have absolutely no recollection of an underwear incident...but that doesn't mean it didn't happen. In fact, I'm sure I WAS involved somehow and thought it was incredible fun!
F. Do you remember making animal noises and blowing my air horn at the young couples in love kissing outside the gate to Dorm 6...and how hilarious we thought we were?
G. I remember that I miss you too. We really need to not live on opposite ends of the country anymore. Sigh.
Oh the memories...
The Ashtons' cabin... particularly when you managed to fold yourself into the hide-a-bed, oh, and when we were performing for the camera, and bonked into each other.
Europe: The nasty hotel/hostels... it really did smell like "purple" and oh how I miss Marcos, Giovanni, and all the other Italian men we named, seeing all the shows, having NO idea where we were going in Paris, and having to pay for the metro more than once, to undo all the wrong moves we had made, walking with all our luggage down the streets of Paris, because we got kicked out of our hotel, being on the gondola, where instead of being sung to, we were covering our noses from our smoking gondolier, then shielding ourselves from the rain- totally not worth the $20 or whatever we paid... eating gelato to our hearts' content, my fever breaking, after you and Marin laboriously nursed me back to health, seeing the poo art at that modern art museum in Paris, getting sick from those nasty sandwiches we ate with Delinda and her friend, you starting to cry on the plane because we were teasing you, oh... I could go on and on about that trip.
Remember when we took that trip with Heather to Arizona, and we were going swimming, and we all had to change into our swimsuits in the back of the car, and none of us were comfortable being totally naked back there... ew.
Going to visit Heather in Georgia, and literally not sleeping the night before we went home, and getting in trouble for making too much noise.
Oh, and remember how Heather's car had an inch of water at the base of it, so we had to roll up our pants before getting in, and we took that trip to that one place, thinking it was going to be close, and it took FOREVER to get there! Then, on the way home, we stopped and took a picture of Ronnie Green Parkway.
Going to that restaurant at Thanksgiving Point, leaving your number for the waiter... being there when he proposed... then being there when he became "jackass." Going to Applebee's with Marin, and you lost it when the waiter came to get our drink orders. Spending days with you in your dark basement, both of us "crying it out".
Some of these memories are some of my fondest memories... others are some of my saddest!
Much of my childhood=memories of you. We were just so ingenious as waitresses taking orders for slices of white bread, individually wrapped slices of Kraft cheese, or maybe toast which could then be transformed into delicacies... hehe. Must be where our commitment to serve others began.
Do you remember the paper cup telephone from your room to Heidi Frey's room?
How about SSS?
Um do you have any fond memories of CC practices or races? Mr. Sutton buzzing up on his scooter? :) Or how about having to break the frozen coating on the car to get in after practice, while hopping around still wearing shorts and T-shirts?
Which plays/musicals were we in together? Fiddler? The Wiz?
Remembering your joyful dance at our wedding reception in 1987 was one of my first memories of you. A very '80's pair of huge glasses set your eyes straight and your dark hair and skin looked radiant against the lovely coral dress we made you wear. Your happy demeanor proved what a great sister-in-law I was adding to my family.
Helping take care of my young children and bonding with my teenage son through common music enjoyment last summer at the reunion was the most recent memory of you.
And visiting you in DC, your home away from home, and eating at Union Station with my picky brood while learning all about your life was another great moment.
You are a precious soul with much joy in life.
Happy Day
Ang - Wow. Those really are some good memories - even the heartbreaking ones. Somehow knowing I had you to share them with makes them not as hard to remember. :) And oh...man, there were some hilarious times!
Adri - I loved our lunchtime orders! I sometimes secretly wish that you were around so we could still do that. :) Of course I remember the cup phone to Heidi's house! I'm still amazed at how well it really worked!
SSS? Still a member, baby! What about you?
Bleh. Cross Country wasn't my favorite thing...I really just did it cuz you did. Honestly, my favorite thing about it was Mom's chocolate chip cookies at the end of the races! At least we got to share a bit of that together.
I was in Fiddler and the Wiz. Fiddler was great, Yente. The Wiz was...uh...it was lame. Were you also a yellow brick like me?
Steph - I remember the pretty dresses that my mom made for your reception and for Maria's - which were only 2 weeks apart! I thought I was the luckiest girl alive to get two such pretty dresses at once!
I love you guys and I loved visiting w/ all of you at the reunion and when you came to visit! Feel free to stop by anytime! Those are some great memories, thanks!
Hmm. Where to start? You are just a fun filled memory maker...or something. :) I'm with Andrea on the whole couch at the Ashton's thing... holy crap that was one of the funniest nights of my life. Captain Boob? Driving to California in my cute (dumpy) red Neon and overheating in traffic on outside of Bakersfield, CA. Camping up at the Wasatch Mountains and taking a Jeep ride. Man, there are so many fun things we have done. Countless nights of talking, and not talking. We could talk or not talk, FOREVER. I love your guts.
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