I got this from a friend's blog. I hope you will play along.
Here are the directions:
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.
Hopefully there will be more good memories than tragic ones.
I know you all have good memories so please post them!!!
Eagles
3 months ago
10 comments:
One of my favorite memories with you is the time our husbands decided that we had the easy life and wanted to trade roles with us. They decided to do all of the domestic chores and we had to go out and find jobs for a week. We found jobs in a candy factory – do you remember how exasperating it was going to that employment agency?! You were in charge of dipping the chocolate and I was in charge of packaging it. I had to go in the back room to get more packaging, and you were out there all by yourself with that other candy dipper. When I came back out, you were both covered in chocolate! Apparently you had inadvertently started a chocolate fight when trying to swat a fly! After that mess, they transferred us to the wrapping department. We were doing great at first, but then the conveyer belt started to speed up. We were so afraid of being fired that we started shoving the candy in our hats and down our shirts and ate the rest of it.
Needless to say, we didn’t return for a second day of work! But it all worked out okay in the end since the guys didn’t have much more luck than we did. That’s what they get for thinking we lay around playing canasta all day!
It’s these precious memories Lucy…I mean Krishelle…that I will always treasure.
I remember in high school when we used to write notes to each other with all of our cute stick people pictures and code names for boys. That was funny, I wish I still had some to look back and laugh!
nYou and Andrea used always get in the craziest messes. But they were always resolved with a laugh. And within 30 minutes.
My memory is when you were really sick of Micalyne and I one day when I was about 9 years old and she was 7. We were irritating the heck out of you so you went into your room so we sat out in front of the door laughing and singing and doing whatever we could to drive you crazy. Then we saw a big spider on the wall and we both started screaming hysterically for several minutes until you finally burst out of your room with a big shoe and nailed the thing dead on, dropping the shoe and storming back into your room. Micalyne and I thought that was so funny and I think you did too but we were too terrified to find out so we left you alone for the rest of the day. Or for at least 10 minutes.
I remember our first day of college (my 2nd, your first) and you and Emily had "USU is suicide" on the mirror and I thought oh boy this'll be fun. Then I got to know you and realized just how fun you really were. There's the butter fight, the time when me and Jen played April Fools on you and hid all your food all over the apartment and turned your milk green. There's the time we hung all Jen's bras out on the big tree in front of our dorm. We took you out to breakfast for your birthday, the countless dances and boys we stalked. Or the time we confessed our love to JC, I could go on and on, it's all good stuff.
Well............what first popped into my mind without even giving it much thought were these two memories: The first was when you had just gotten your license not to long before and we went down to Shopko in Elmo. We were thinking we were pretty cool because even though Elmo left a lot to be desired, we were old enough to be in a car by ourselves. Well, on the way home, coming up 90th South - in a rainstorm- you had to slam on your brakes so we wouldn't hit the car in front of us that had all of the sudden stopped. Because the road was wet, we slid right off the road and got Elmo stuck. We felt so stupid! Then a man in a big-ol-van (2000 seater) pulled over and took us home! Needless to say, our father was not pleased!
The other memory is of us at the apartments going to check the laundry for mom. We weren't sure if the towells were dry or not - I don't know why - but we took two of the towells to go ask mom. We put them over our heads to see if we could find our way back. We were acting really stupid, and you stepped in dog poop (in flip flops) and I was laughing so so so hard that I peed me pants! Good times!!!!!
Also, singing really load at Porter's house - because we thought he couldn't hear!!!!
Love, Krisanda
A memory. Hmmmm. There are too many to choose from. Okay, this is one of my favorite ones. I remember in college when we would sleep through morning classes. Everyone else was so good about getting up and going to class. I would wake up and sneak into your room to see if you were still there sleeping. If you were, I felt like I could go back to sleep too. I later found out that you were doing the same thing! Oh my how one slacker encouraged another. That year was my best year every. I have had some good one since, but not any that were so fun and worry free. We didn't care about anything but boys.
When is girl's night out?
First of all, I about wet my pants after reading Krisanda's memories! And now for my favorite memories of you (which could fill an entire novel if I were to type them all out):
1. Every trip we've been on, but especially the time we were in China and you got that jade bracelet stuck on your wrist and after trying a million ways to remove it, we finally got it off by slamming a desk chair over your wrist!
2. Guiding you around Switzerland in a Robitussin-induced daze because of your hives!
3. Standing in the only air-conditioned place in southern Mexico (the ATM vestibule) for hours on end pretending we were using the cash machine.
4. Babysitting you and Krisanda and giving you wild hairdos and then screaming at you to stop chewing on your head and foot boards.
5. Having a slumber party at my apartment at BYU and watching Pee Wee's Playhouse in Espanol!
6. Taking you and Krisanda on a 12-hour road-trip to Brawley when you were like 8 years old, and stopping to sleep in the middle of the desert in the middle of the night because I was so tired and listening to you and Krisanda whisper to each other in the backseat about how scared you were.
7. Listening to you and Bridgette whisper to each other all night long on every trip we've ever been on! Usually whispering about how you're convinced our hotel room is haunted, or how the kitchen is on fire and you don't know what to do, or that there are lizards in your bed, or one of a million other nonsensical things that I've heard you two stressing over in the middle of the night when you think I'm asleep!
Hi. I just found your blog. What an exciting and amazing life you're leading! As for memories, I couldn't think of one specific. I remember you were my very first friend when I moved into our neighborhood. We had that whole old West Jordan thing going on. You were always so much fun to be around, had a beautiful singing voice, and had a huge crush on old what's-his-name. Even when I ran into you all those years later at Washington Mutual and we could still dish on people we used to know(naughty I know), but it was fun.
Heather (Korth)
One of my favorite memories of you was the babysitting adventure of 1988 (or sometime around then) you were babysitting Krisanda and me and we got in a soap fight so you used your nails and set us straight only to get into trouble when aunt Kathy got home cause Krisanda and I really worked the tears... Good times... good times
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