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. 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.
Thanks, Jen Young!
19 comments:
In the short time I've known you I think the best memories I have are of multiple hilarious dialogs you have with Rowdy. You guys always seem to have SO much fun and are always super positive!
lots and lots and lots and lots and lots. all great and fun.
I know, Jordo. It's hard to think of just one thing. How about this one--you driving the Mini down the 15.
Little confused how this works, but Jenny and I will always remember your generosity and kindness in sneaking in a free scan to find out if we were expecting a boy or girl!
The way you held me and the energy coming off you while on that scooter zooming like crazy through traffic near the Colleseo in Roma.
Darrell and Jenny memory--taking dinner that Louise and I made to you guys after you had Joseph, and Jenny sitting on someone's couch for a Relief Society Christmas program singing a Christmas carol a capella.
Oh, and discovering more secrets than just the gender of your baby at that ultrasound exam!!
Rowdy Matt--the first time we talked on the phone--I was walking down Broadway, home from the gym, and I said, "So, do you know Holly Hamilton?"
Okay, I have lots and lots of memories, but just the other day I was remembering when you came to see me in the hospital after my surgery and I barfed all over you. What a dear you were -- acted like it was no big deal and cleaned us both up. I know you're a doctor and all, but yuck!
I remember the first time you came with Rowdy to visit Tyler and I in our tiny Salt Lake apartment. Sorry you had to stay in such small quarters. You took Jordan shopping for her birthday that weekend, and she chose new shoes from Nordstrom.
I still remember the sunflowers you gave to the children and the awsome lesson that went with it. And the little pick-me-ups I got whenever my great visiting teachers stopped by. Thanks!
Julie--we're puke sisters for life! Remember when we took Sophia to the Central Park Zoo when Wesley was born? We gave her Coke and were so worried her parents would be mad at us.
Tory--I felt like I had known you guys for forever when we met.
Lynn--I remember the first Sunday in the Del Cerro ward when we sat next to each other and you introduced yourself. And you had only been in the ward a really short time yourself.
running in central park. being grateful that you ran at my speed. enlightening converstations about the available men, or lack thereof, in the church. trying to be so patient while running while jaime had to find a bathroom, badly!!
Soooo many precious memories of you. Making monthly goals and having a reward to work towards, your v.w. bug, our Winder connection, the "heard in passing" quotes, you sitting in chinese splits and leaning forward on your elbows as you read the paper, borrowing your brown jumper that I loved, going to my house in Idaho and you letting the calf suck on your fingers, your gall bladder surgery, brownies, Mama Norene's cooking, etc....I could go on and on. I love you as a sister!!!
Cindy
Cindy Kay--in addition to those memories, what about your clarinet playing with Steph playing the piano, our various dating dramas, you and James coming to New York to visit and all of the fun we had in the city, you guys teaching me how to parallel park, going up to John and Kelly's house in Logan with you, finding out that your dad lived next door to my great-grandparents...I could go on and on!!
The best was leg wrestling with your mother-in-law on your wedding day and you winning!
Wow. There are so many! I remember meeting you the first day at BYU when you arrived, wondering what a PE major was going to be like, and then realizing after about 10 minutes that you were great. Sharing all my boy issues with you. Going to Baskin Robbins and getting peanut butter chocolate ice cream. Your minestrone soup. Borrowing your denim jumper, your black shoes, your sailor dress. Walking home from the grocery store. Discussing all my English novels with you, since you read them all, usually faster than I did. Reading you my poems from my creative writing class--the stupider they were, the more the teacher loved them--and falling over laughing. Listening to Billy Idol. Learning to ski on the expert run. Visiting you in NYC and filling up every inch of space in your living room. Meeting at the airport in Vilnius and just giggling hysterically because we couldn't believe we were actually doing that, having a scary amazing time in Russia, and then having the best time ever in Vilnius. Telling you stuff no one else knows about me and having you still like me. Thanks, Di. I love you.
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