Sunday, July 20, 2008

Remember that one time. . .


OK, I've seen a couple of these, and think its kind of fun to reminisce (did I spell that right?) So, as a comment, write a memory you have of me. Any little memory will do. :) If you feel like posting a similar post on your own blog, I'll rack my memory for something I remember about you too!

4 comments:

Brenda said...

I remember when you went way early with your first little monkey. If I remember right, you were babysitting for someone else and had to take that baby to the hospital! Crazy! And I totally remember putting that rude donor in their place, after the thyroid insult. Of course, I wasn't always the nicest person to donors.

maka said...

Sorry I have neglected you, i think everyone is so busy in the month of july, I remember at Alpha the first time I met you, I thought you were so dang cute but scary. Who;d thunk that little ol' you being scary, but I was so scared of what you were thinking of me. highschool i know and soory typing,and nursing with my left hand... I agree, no friends comment on my blog anymore just blogging buddies.. so sad.

Kenney Crew said...

I remember when you had Austin as well...and that other baby you had to take with you to the hospital, but...here's another memory.

Just about every memory I have from college you are in and since I can't censor any of those, I thought I'd go with one from after we got married.

Rollerblading by our condo before we had children...I was pregnant with Mason, but didn't know it yet. I was so confident with my rollerblading skills that I said "Oh, I never fall"...sure enough, I tripped over a rock and fell. Benson and Todd got us back over to the condo, I tore my favorite overalls (ok, that dates this) and was bleeding all over the place. I think I even passed out. You were right with me the whole time, being calm, and even getting me to laugh through my pain.

Thanks for being such a good friend. It's nice to know that after so many years, we can pick up the phone and continue our conversation like no time has gone by.

Aly Allred said...

Oh I remember your family visiting us in California on multiple occasions. You were also a little gymnast. I wanted to take gymnastic lessons after one particular summer. But sadly, my mom said no only because I wasn't made for gymnastic. (Meaning, I didn't have the skinny body or talent. Mom's surely have a way of speaking the truth I guess.)