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Memory Game:
1. Add a comment to my blog by leaving a memory that you and I experienced together. It doesn't matter if you knew me a little, or A LOT. All you have to do, is simply, remember. If you are a blog reader you can post a memory of a post etc...
2. When you've done that, post this to your blog, experience the memories from your lifetime, and I'll return the favor.
15 comments:
Okay, the hair post. About doing their hair for church or something? Oh, and the yard post, new sidewalk, and your dad was very happy about it??
Nice to 'know' you.
AND SOOOO happy to be back!!!
From a reader,lurker... The missing ipod and all the wonderful potty training stories for sure.
Jay
thisisthegreatadventure.blogspot.com
Well, it should be no surprise that your post about the freak iceskating accident is my all time favorite....not because you were hurt, but because it was so unexpected when your page popped up on my computer. And Angie made some hilarious comment that had me giggling all not long.
I also have to say that you seem like such a genuinely nice person. Always positive and uplifting to others. I enjoy reading your comments on my blog:)
uuummm...i have just "met" you but my favorite memory we have in common is that we share twins...i have a set but they are not identical...boy do I love that memory
I remember the first time I met you. It was in the Nursury at church and I was amazed at how you and your twins looked. Of course you were all dressed beautifully and the girls hair was done so cute. I was lucky to make it to church with everyone dressed and hair combed, and you had twins.
Donuts at the donut shop by 7-11, making friends with the cashier lady at the liquor store, dusting plants to earn money to buy treats at 7-11, sleepovers, cartwheels under the olive tree in your front yard on Fanwood Court, the walk/bike ride from your house to mine, Pool 4 and silly mermaid names like Pearl and Coral, broken heart Best Friends necklaces, spending babysitting money at the mall, etc.
My first memory of you is that momo mama who was just where I dreamed of being. At home with 2 healthy baby girls. I thought you were so strong and encouraging and your babies always looked PERFECT...they still do of course!
I was just thinking the other day about how I used to think of your girls as so much older than mine because as infants, preemie twins take a LONG time to grow up. Now I know our girls would play and get along famously. In the grand scheme of things they are quite close in age. Funny how perspective changes!
My first memory of you is when I met you at the MFM office at LDSH and just making sure you knew that you were in the very best hands there. It was so neat to finally meet someone that had the same kind of twins as myself and helping them to survive the doubt and stress that comes with it!
I have lots of memories of retreats and volunteering also! I need to get back up there!
My first memories of you are definitely on the momo boards, and like Shannon, I wanted to be like you. With two babies home and healthy. I wouldn't have guessed back then we'd become such great friends, and so it makes our friendship all the more special. Like Casey, my all time favorite picture of you is the ice skating picture. It's amazing that you were so brutalized and yet have no marks (that I can see at least) now. :)
Hmmm... YWs, and possibly a Girl's Camp thrown in there. Swimming at your parent's pool, probably you being irritated by your younger sister's pesky friends. ;)
Flash Forward - inspiring me to make my blog semi-public! I might be brave and open it up later to the world.
I enjoy all of your posts, but I absolutely loved your story about gum getting stuck in hair. It still makes me laugh!
Okay, I know this is a crazy hour to be leaving you a comment, but I had to leave one before we go on our trip. By the way, thanks for your many comments you leave on my blog. Anyway, I have such precious memories with you I knew I had to leave a comment. Laura, you were there for me during a very difficult time in my life. It was so hard for me to be a newlywed and have my husband out to sea in the Navy. I know it was a hard time for you too when your parents said they wanted you to stay home from Provo for the fall semester. You were truly a gift from God to me! I remember you sleeping at my apartment many a night. We would go shopping at the Great Mall. And of course, you were like the second person I told when I got pregnant with Courtney. I remember you taking me to the airport when Lloyd got out of the Navy. You also took Lloyd with you when I surprised him by flying his brother in for his out of the Navy party. You have been so wonderful to me! Other memories I have are being roommates in college, going to SA dances, going to Disneyland with you and Alan before you were married, your wedding day, calling you right after Lindsey was born, going to the DeAnza flea market, you being a nanny, taking those pictures in the black dresses, visiting you in Draper and Sandy, being shocked when I found out about your pregnancy with the twins, you encouraging me to start scrapbooking, you encouraging me to start a blog. You have been a tremendous bleesing in my life. I wish we lived closer because I know we would get together often if we did! I love you! Thanks for everything!
My Favorite memory of you is you coming to visit me in the hospital!
Or, when I wanted to go home from the hospital you encouraged me to stay! Or, for all the conversations and knowing I was not alone! For giving me good pointers! For having my same exact life(kind of weird how much we have in common!) Thank you for helping yet another momo mom cope!! thank you so much!
i finally found the email with your blog!! Kassidy spiers
It's very hard to pick just ONE memory since there are so many. Should I share how you decided to show me a new "trick" you learned and picked up my legs and slammed my face into the window seat? Nah
Ooh, I got it! We cut school one day at Independence. You drove the rabbit and instead of driving both of us to school one spring day you detoured. Remember how you used to have your closet in the back seat that car? We changed first and then went and looked at model homes.
Next, I think you might have changed again and we went to Silver Creek High school for lunch so we could hang out with one your boyfriends, I can't remember which one at the time.
I had such an awesome day with you and it was one of the few times we hung out as friends instead of rivals, as teenagers. Of course the day was dampened when we were caught before we ever got home by Mom. The most embarrassing part was that she called the school and told them to give us Saturday School.
So the saga continued, with me and you the only blond girls among the Independence High gang bangers sharing our Saturday afternoon in fear.
Thanks Mom!
This is kind of a crazy memory. I have shared it with the young women at my church as an example about not being afraid to call your parents for help if you're in a situation you don't feel good about.
Laura and I were kind of wannabe surfer girls as teenagers. One early Saturday morning we went "surfing" with a friend of mine and his buddy from high school. We weren't actually going to be the ones surfing, but we would go hang out at the beach and watch. Cool, right? Hanging out with actual surfers at the beach.
To get to Santa Cruz from San Jose, you have to drive over the Santa Cruz mountains. That drive with the surfers was the most terrifying drive I have ever, ever experienced! The surfers were crazier than crazy driving super, screaming fast and not always within the lane lines! I truly thought we might die.
Somehow we made it to the beach intact, but the surfers, instead of being cute and fun like surfers should be, were still kind of crazy and psycho. Laura and I both had a bad feeling about the situation. After wandering on the beach and checking out a surf shop, which had a cute, fun surfer, Laura and I decided to call our Mom to pick us up. Not an easy decision. She came and we were saved. Thank goodness for moms!
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