I got this idea from a friend's blog and then saw it again on a family blog. Would love to have you participate just for fun.
Here are the directions:
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, I'll leave my memory of you in my comments
It all started with Michelle Lewis from Ohio, and Jason Clark from California. We met on a bus in Chicago in January of 1992. This is a blog that documents our crazy life.
12 comments:
I remember when I first met you I asked you if you floss, because of your coral pink, inflammation free gingiva.
That's so funny Jared. I remember that too and I was thinking at the time, "Who is this nut?" Then I found out that you were eyeing my teeth becuase you were a dentist.
Here is your comment.
Dad
I remember you falling off a strawberry picking truck into the mud. Hmmmmm, mud, reminds me of you latest episode getting stuck in the mud!
Nice comment Dad. Glad to see you are finally set up with blogging comments!
My earliest memory of you is when we were sitting at the kitchen table in New Mexico and we were coloring together.
Another memory I have was when you went to get ice cream once for all of us in Hanover Park, Illinois and you took a super long time. When you came home the car was all smashed up with blood and guts all over it and you seemed more mad about the ice cream melted all over the front seat then you did about the car being smashed in.
About the last comment. My dad hit a deer on the way home from getting ice cream, forgot to mention what he hit, sorry.
My first memory of Michelle is walking past her in Chicago on my way to the bus. There was a group of girls seated around a table eating breakfast and I remember that the first thought that came to my head was, "I wonder if my future wife is in that group?" I was very disturbed by that thought because getting married was pretty low on my priority list. I really didn't want to get married at all. It just so happened that I ended up sitting in front of one of those really cute girls on the bus. She was wearing a pair of gray sweats, a frumpy sweatshirt, and her glasses. I still thought she was cute.
My first memory of you Jason is seeing you with a group of girls sitting at table in a restaurant eating breakfast and I was wondering if you would be on that bus I was going to be on later. I was secretly hoping to meet you. So cute I thought. Then you got on the bus and sat in the seat right in front of me. I thought, "I have to date him." And sure enough I did.
Mom,
My earliest memory of you is when we lived in New Mexico and you were hanging up a huge sock for my Christmas stocking. I also remember the Carlsbad Caverns and going there.
I remember coming to your house! You guys worked like a well-oiled machine.
Well, it's a good thing you missed this morning. Neither Michelle nor I remembered that it was our morning to pick kids up from seminary and take them to school. There's still a few squeeks to work out.
I first met Michelle and her family when I helped the Relief Society bring in a meal after Brenden was born. Her family lived in the Kirkwood Apartments, top level, here in Pocatello. Little did I know she would be assigned my visiting teacher. Thus began our friendship journey. Blessings really do come from doing visiting teaching!
Post a Comment