Denise posted this on her blog and I thought it would be fun...
1. As a comment on my blog, leave one memory that you and I had together. It doesn’t matter if you know (knew) me a little or a lot, anything you remember!
2. Next, re-post these instructions on your blog.
WARNING: Do not leave this post without making a comment!
Missing NoCal
10 years ago
6 comments:
Ahh... yours is the same as what I said to Denise -- that slumber party where you all where "sharing" so much... creepy, and yet a fond memory. :)
getting the fuzzy blanket stuck in your braces!
Okay, so I am lame and never updated your blog to my google reader...and so I have been thinking that you are a lame blogging friend...which is probably what you are thinking about me right now!
LOL!
I have so many good memories of you...but I have to say, the first is the funniest.
You were the grumpiest lady I had ever met and I was so bummed that the new neighbors weren't going to be friends...hahahaha
Little did I know!!!!
Remember my Mary Kay makeover? I'm still using Mary Kay!!
The first memory that came to mind was when you were "freaking out" and then you fell in the fire. Then I remembered that I wasn't actually "there" when that happened because I had already gone to bed. The memory is so vivid though.
After that, my mind was a flood of memories (now I'm just wondering if they really happened).
There was the time Alex drank finger nail polish remover and you screamed for me from across the parking lot.
Then the time you did the splits in the middle of the bowling alley.
And lets not forget when I shot you the finger.
And of course there is that little secret of ours.
I could go on and on . . . . .
The first memory that came to mind was when you were "freaking out" and then you fell in the fire. Then I remembered that I wasn't actually "there" when that happened because I had already gone to bed. The memory is so vivid though.
After that, my mind was a flood of memories (now I'm just wondering if they really happened).
There was the time Alex drank finger nail polish remover and you screamed for me from across the parking lot.
Then the time you did the splits in the middle of the bowling alley.
And lets not forget when I shot you the finger.
And of course there is that little secret of ours.
I could go on and on . . . . .
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