Will you play?

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Oooh, I love games.
I've seen this one around on many a blog and I was simply dying to try it out. I'm a little scared, though, because I don't know just how many of you have seen me make a fool out of myself. It happens more often than you might think.

Leave a memory on my blog in the form of a comment, that you and I have created together. No matter if you know me a lot, a little, or hardly at all, leave a comment anyway. It could be that time that I called your cousin "that stupid basketball player on the other team" not knowing he was your cousin, or the time that I accidentally spit a chewed up pretzel on your leg while laughing at your joke that wasn't even funny, trying to impress you. Or it could be when I accidentally ran over your transformer in the parking lot of Safeway. (And now you know who I am. Sorry about that.) If you want to play along, copy the instructions and post it on your own blog. It should be so exciting - and a bit frightening - to see what impressions you have left with people.

Comments

Tamara with a "T" said…
I love the memory you left on my blog...that is a great memory. I remember there was a lot of yelling and fighting and I just kept on walking for miles and miles...Pioneer children walk and walk and walk and walk...and walk. I felt like the night would never end. But now it is a funny memory! What about the candle light dinner in your parents basement? Loved that! Or what about when I set you up with my other bro? ha ha I loved you and wanted you in my family no matter what it took. I love you and we have so many memories to come...I remember when little Hunter was in your belly and we lived in the grand ole mansion on the top of the scorpion hill in AZ...you saw us naked running back and forth in our bedroom without a door, the sand storms...your Old Navy job...my Victoria Secret job...the scorpions coming out of the ceiling heater vent and hearing you yell at me because you thought I was the cause of this dangerous force...tee hee
July 18, 2008 at 2:27 AM
Tamara with a "T" said…
I'll tell you what happened to that damn puggle...here's the real story...he pooped and peed everywhere and nobody would help me take care of it including the birthday girl. I asked if anybody really wanted it and I didn't get any replies so that's that. I bought it for $1500 and I sold it 3months later for $50...there you go...happy? Yes...now I wish I would've been a little more patient and kept it...Ginger was so so so cute. I may just go buy another doggy but a dumb cheap one at the pound.
July 18, 2008 at 5:30 PM
Anonymous said…
That time you drank too much Black Butte porter at the peanuts on the floor place and threw up outside. Multiple times of course and that only after you had unbuttoned your top button on your pants to make room for more.... Oh wait, that was me... but you did laugh about it.
July 20, 2008 at 4:28 PM
Danielle said…
I remember when we were all on the beach in Miami and we were all on the boardwalk at night and ran like crazy people down the boardwalk shouting "DON'T PAY!" to Anthony and Jen because we really had a free pass on the pier and they were about to pay the 1 dollar passage fee. Oh, and when we did pedicures to ourselves in park city on the eve of my wedding....and posed with mooses (meese? moose? moosi?) on the street in park city (the statue ones) and then when we posed with mushrooms in the oregon forest. We should really do more posing together.
July 20, 2008 at 8:37 PM
Danielle said…
Oh! And posing in front of the Hard Rock Cafe in Vegas and I think you posed like a bench. And I posed like a tree maybe? I don't remember exactly but all I know is it was FABulous.
July 20, 2008 at 8:44 PM
Unknown said…
Remember the time Jesika and I dared you to do crazy things to my dad? was it sit on his lap?... I can't remember what the details were. I just remember laughing very hard at your expense. You handled it like a champ!

Good times!
July 23, 2008 at 9:57 PM
Jesika said…
Okay girl!! This could take me a friggin' year or two or three...well, you get the point!! I LOVE YOU more than ever and have soooo many memories!! I remember you calling me each month to get my VT report!! I always made sure to answer the phone because I thought you were the coolest person ever and remember how I asked you what a Doula was!! (I still think that's the coolest job ever!!) I remember thinking that I had to get to know you!! Okay, I remember going to Heather's birthday bash and strategically seating myself right next to you!! I also remember when you had to call you grandma...gas leak!! lol I remember going to the food coop and running out of gas!! Nice!! And, Kris came riding up on his cool bicycle to save us! (I'm envisioning this in my head!!) I also remember hanging out that night and had our 'first real talk'!! Ah, the memories....Hanging out with you EVERY day and watching starting over because P.J. was on it!! Kris being a great husband and bringing us D.P. You and your kids riding your bikes up to the park by my house and staying for dinner. Then I took you home in my cool black truck and we saw a coyote!! Remember!!!!! Those were the days. Of course, there's Utah!! Who can forget that! Cartwheels on the temple grounds!! 13 Going on 30....Job transfer...Me running after your car! Dang...I could go on forever. Things keep popping in my head!! Just know, I love you, My Em, always and forever!!
August 6, 2008 at 10:29 PM
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