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.

Unknown 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.

Unknown 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.)