Don't be shy, play along. I'm sure you've seen this one around.
Here are the rules.
1. As a comment on my blog, leave a memory that you and I had together. It doesn't matter if you know me a little or a lot, anything you remember! If we're only blogging friends, write about a post that is most memorable. If you don't have a blog and don't know how to sign in, please comment as anonymous.
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 be sure to write one about you... either on your blog, in my comment box, or I will email you back!
3. If the memory happens to involve my husband, please include him! He's a pretty memorable guy.
4. If you can't say something nice, don't say nothin' at all ☺Okay, let's see what you've got!
7 comments:
You might have said one, but I'm gonna do a couple. Just try and stop me.
First, I remember going camping in Moab/Arches area, when Tiff's friend came and we went four wheeling a bunch. My memory, though, is singing Kareoke style at the top of our lungs inside your camper late at night, wondering what that might look or sound like to casual passers by. We're pretty dang awesome.
The other one is this weekend. The imipromtu hangin' out with you and your girls that ended with Camryn finally warming up to me and being all tired, a little cranky, and sweet at the same time with me while you packed up your stuff to go. Good times.
One of my favorite memories is when we took Dad's car to go get drinks or something, instead of the kids (maybe the cavalier then) car. You were so worried that we would get in trouble. You always worried about getting in trouble. When we came home, Dad was standing in the drive way, just enjoying the night I think. You freaked out and ducked down in the car (like he wouldn't see you when you got out) to avoid getting in trouble. Dad didn't even care that we had taken his car.
Classic Tori for me :)
Loved the Sunburn memory. Cotton tights on blisters are a bad combo! So many memories, but I seem to think about after concert party at Carolyn's house. We were so innocent then. Hot tubbing with boys into the wee hours and running around in next to nothing dance clothes and swim suits. We were tempting and flirting without even knowing what we were doing. Poor Boys! We didn't mean to tease you. You were always so sweet to them and they would think you were liking them, then no, just friends. Silly college boys.
I have lots of memories of you from 9th grade cheer and 11th grade drill team. You were an awesome coach and taught me lots. One thing I remember, though, that was funny, was at cheer camp when all of us girls dressed you up in fluffy pig tail buns and blue and white make-up and sparkles. Ha ha. I still have pictures!
We went to one of your friend's houses(back in the circle, across from Petersen's, I think her name may have been Tiffany) and she didn't want me to play with you guys. Instead of sending me home, you told her that if she didn't want to play with me too, you wouldn't play with her, and we left.
What a good big sister!
(notice how I didn't write about the time you shoved me under our day bed, with the trundle, when you were mad at me?)
Oh I have several memories with you, girl talks at the cabin (funny, yet terrifying at the same time!!:-) Boxing Garth on the Wii at 9 months pregnant (if that's not what put me into the FALSE labor then it was the sledding!!) One of the more recent ones was when we went out to breakfast with you guys and Taylor noticing that Jason was going into the girls bathroom before he did - The best part was the whole table across us watching the whole thing too!
Late night talks, Early morning practices, Long but fun dance camps. Far too many to list! Thanks for all the memories through Cheerleading, Drill Team, and Dancing. I couldn't have asked for a better friend and coach! Hope to see you soon! =D
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