The Memory Post
So here's how this works:
As a comment on my blog, leave a memory that you and I had together. It doesn't matter if you know me a little or a lot, anything you remember! If we're only blogging friends, write about a post that is the most memorable for you.
Next, if you feel so inclined, re-post these instructions on your blog and see how many people leave a memory about you. If you leave a memory about me, I'll be sure to write one about you...!
If you can't say something nice, don't say anything at all. And please do this on your page, too, so we can all share in the fun times together. :)
Friday, July 11, 2008
Memories
Posted by Allison and Ben at 1:45 PM
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OK...let's see....many many memories. I am gonna have to copy you Allison....I loved the car rides back and forth to board meetings, MNO and BUNCO. We could say anything...talk politics, parenting stuff, environment...whatever we wanted without having to worry about the other one reacting badly! Thanks...I miss that stuff...move back to Utah? ;)
I think the thing that stands out most in my mind is not a particular memory, but the fact that you are always so calm and collected. I've never heard you speak harshly or become frazzled or upset. You're a true optimist who can always see the silver lining.
Again, not really a memory but-I just like that you are a genuine person (harder to find than you would think). I think you are a great mom and wife, but don't let yourself get lost in that role-which makes you an even better mom and wife (IMHO).
Oh geez, this is tough...if I have to pick just one, then I'll skip the time we crimped our hair in college and then dared each other to wear it around the next day (see how I snuck in a second one! so tricksy!), and move right on to when you convinced me to pierce my belly button when you got yours repierced as our last official act as roomies before you moved back up to Dallas. I have so few wild oats that I've sown, so I'm glad you're connected to at least one of them (if not more...). I also remember standing at the top of the stairs on the landing outside our apt. at the Center and singing a paraphrase of "Don't cry for me Argentina" to you as you got in your car to go. We were so sad you were leaving. Okay, this is long enough...hope you enjoyed!
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