I couldn't resist leaving comments for all my sisters and SIL's who posted this, so I guess I tagged myself on this one. Leave comments if you wish, but please don't embarrass me too badly. I know there are several of you who could really, very easily embarrass the crap out of me...
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.
6 comments:
I will second the 3-D doritos comment you made on my blog...and the wrestling wars we engaged in, which I won each and every time ;-)
Our Black Friday shopping trips to Harrisburg in the wee hours in the morning were also a special memory of you and I! You and I seem to be the ONLY people in our family that can get UP before the chickens!!!! Mu-ah....love you xo
Arm wrestling you and WINNING Christmas '01.
Buffy, oh but those were good times. I seem to recall also watching Scream with you and both of us hiding behind pillows. And trying to kill each other in the pool. Summer '98 was a good one.
However, one of my all time favs was a Taylor/Lyss jam session in which Taylor sang about Jerry being bald and me yelling at her. Nice.
Ah, yes. The famous (infamous?) Jerry-Dad song. That was pretty awesome. Taylor and I have THE BEST Jam sessions. And as I recall, summer of '98 was spent with YOU basically DROWNING me in the pool, not "us trying to kill each other" as you so innocently put it. Another fond Taylor memory of that summer was pretty much every day when I made her stand on her head so I could get sunscreen on her without her wriggling out of my grasp! That was my favorite. Good summer. And I still can't watch Scary Movie. You at least got to go to bed and snuggle up to your hubby. I had to sleep on the air mattress...right by the door...AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
I remember many, many Taylor/Alyssa Christmas Jams. You're as hysterical rockin' out on your guitar as you are bloggin'. And one particular favorite memory is from last Christmas when you started feaking out when you opened a gift from Mike, and I'm thinking he gave you a boat, or a million dollars or a kidney ... and it was a Penn State stuffed helmet hat with ponytails. I've never seen anyone so genuinely happy.
Park city trips did rock, didn't they? And I think you and Taylor do need to put out a Christmas album. It would sell millions (or at least 10).
How about the time my friend Sara and I came to see you play at Slippery Rock and we made posters and shouted "Lylla" from the stands. You were only slightly embarrassed and I think you were trying to ignore us.
Or what about the time that you wrestled my new husband in the middle of our living room floor at the end of my wedding open house? In front of everyone. Good times. Thankfully you let Chase beat you.
I also remember that we got to work at Walmart together one summer. Wasn't that classy? As I recall they were violating all sorts of child-labor laws by forcing you to never leave your register for 8 hours at a time...
My favorite memory is that I got to go wedding dress shopping with you and I was there when you found The One. Who would have thought such an amazing dress could be found in some backwoods dress shop in Lititz?
I remember a giggly little thing in a bright yellow life jacket with a head pillow doing flips off the diving board while wearing pigtails in CA. I remember Bird ordering you to make her a sandwich and you're so nice YOU JUST GOT UP AND DID IT! I also remember hollering for "Lylla" at a v-ball tourney and it took a while to sink in that you were not actually pleased to be hollered for because you preferred to concentrate on the game. But you SOOOO rocked in your little tighty shorts. I remember going with you to find an interview suit and wondering how you were going to keep control over a class of 14 year olds when you could barely keep a straight face just thinking about it, but being so proud of you for wanting to be a teacher and make a difference in the world. I remember helping you get into your wedding dress (while pg with Cannon) and turning a slight shade of green with envy at your perfect little thong-wearing jock body. And I remember my boys' utter delight whenever we pulled up to "Percy's Shed" after church last winter. Hudson was happy to see that your Christmas tree was indeed upright and not sideways :)
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