This is something that may be fun to read. It's a memory thing. So what you have to do is leave a comment about a memory you have with Me or Rebecca. Specify in the comment who it is about please!?! This is not a tag or anything like that. Just something fun. Here are the rules, stop whining and play along everyone:
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, then fine.
The Scream
1 week ago
15 comments:
My parents said you do a splendid job saying "stuff" on the news. Memory? I'd have to say that the first one that comes to mind was the time we were supposed to go the the theater and you stood me up 'cause you got called out to a fire.
My first memory of you...Two words...DUNFORD DONUTS!!!
I need Dunford Donuts again. Ever since you quit being my Admin Assistant I have not had any!
Well all good things must come to an end right?? Okay no...I am just kidding relax...don't panic..calm down and yes soon I will bring you donuts!!
Since you brought it up, I would have to say having Dave play roller hockey with you, Jim, Paul and the boys. Dave on blades, full gear, pretty funny. I was just trying to remember where that picture is so I can post it. Do you have a copy?
Hey Chad, thanks for giving me hte link to your blog. Blogs are an awesome way to catch up! I'm in the middle of moving mine so I'll let you know when and where you can find it - hopefully in the next couple of days. Cory created our current blog, and to be honest with you, there is no blogging. He just loaded a bunch of now very outdated pics of my kids. As for a memory, about the first thing I can remember is you working at Taco Time and how everyone would come in when you guys had to close so we could hurry and get that place locked up so we could go cause trouble - - FUN TIMES!
Angie
Where in the heck do I start?????
You didnt believe I hated mayo and you put some on a spatula in my face and made me throw up.
Rebecca-----my first time going out with you guys you were really ornery and you were sort of having a cow that that buca de beppo didnt have milk.....thats all she wanted was milk people (simple request----weird request)..... I kept thinking who is this mean girl that Chad married....and then I found out you were pregnant and then I loved that orneryness. Yeah for mean pregnant ladies who just want milk.....Loved you ever since.
I will think more to add to yours Chad.
Chad,
Oh, sooo many. All crazy. All fun. How about the time you convinced Stephanie she needed to refill her blinker fluid? Or the time when you fell in the dam (dam, not damn)water and got dam duck poo in your shoes? How about the midnight search for furniture? Or collapsing our tent in Jackson Hole? Or the time we all stayed up until like 4 AM playing games? Ok, I'm going to stop now. But thanks for the fun trip down memory lane!
Where do I start. So many memories. I do remember hanging out at my house on the tramp trying to figure out what to do.. until Matt got worked up over something and hopped the fence with the hopes that we would all chase after him. He's so normal now. Hmm. Anyway.. lot's of good times at USU. "Far Away" 'nough said. I remember giving "Deacon Simons" crap all the time. Where is he? And making great mashed potatoes. I think you were the one that taught me to use the hand mixer to get 'em extra creamy. Steph reminded me of the great missionary mail we used to make for you. Wow. I remember at your wedding the song "love and marriage" was on while you and Rebecca danced. I was so uncomfortable at your wedding. Anyway, thanks for letting me get caught up on your life through your blog. It's always fun.
Oh, I remember when you were dating Rebecca and she was working in the DC area, and you had me call her work anonymously in order to get the address for her office so you could send her flowers. So sweet. I hope you still do nice things like that for your wife!
P.S. You seem to know a lot of Amys.
I totally remember going to the mall with you when I was "little", I thought we were so cool because we got to ride the BUS!! But I was scared to death the whole time because the people on the bus looked scary! Another thing I remember is that we were ALWAYS hanging out at our old church house, for different reasons, but it seemed like we spent A LOT of time there. We had good times until you got too stuck up for me in High School ;) j/k
Nicole
Some repsonses in my defense:
Steph: A house was burning down- I had to dog the date!
April: The mayo thing...all I can say is sorry, I was younger and less mature, that said- yes I would probably do it again. The Housemartins would probably sing about it!
Aimee #1- "Far Away" What can I say sometimes I would yell out lyrics while listening to good music. I use to think that song said "It was Hace Frio" instead of "It was oh so real" Be glad I didn't sing that part!
Amy #2- Rebecca would probably say that I only did stuff like that while we were dating. Yes, I guess I know a lot of Amy's, but check out how many Dave's as well!
Nicole: Yeah, I didn't have time for sophomores! J/K.
Ok Chad, I will do this. I think one of my first memories of you was in the pathetic excuse of a science class with Coach Miller. It was you, me and Gavin. I don't know how we passed the class, but I remember actually wanting to go to class only to have a good laugh. You have the best giggle.
Wow!!! I can't believe you found us. I haven't blogged for a while, so I just came across your comment. Thanks, it's so good to hear from you. I ACTUALLY work at Cyprus High, so I see your mother occasionally. I loved your blog! We live in Daybreak, South Jordan, Utah. We love it here. We should get together sometime. Talk to you soon hopefully.... Patty Fotheringham
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