1. As a comment on this post, leave one memory that you and I had together. It doesn't matter if you know 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:
My favorite has to be "Apologize" at the OneRepublic concert, and you know EXACTLY what I'm talking about :) Good times! We have some great memories, eh?
Jen, the first thing that came to mind was that day that you were spelling everything out and at the moment you were spelling "idiot". Well, you spelled it i-d-o-t. It took me a second but then I said "idot?" And we laughed. That was a good day :) Just like all the rest.
I have way too many to name just ONE favorite memory! So i'll just tell the first one that came to mind...It's titled "Because We're Not Friends Anymore!" and goes something like this...we get a new roommate (who we'll call, for privacy purposes, Sam.(yes, i know that's her real name but no one else knows that)) Anyway, Sam started out as an ok gal...her dog however was always stupid and annoying and smelly and did stuff on the carpet i'd rather not think about. Well, Sam starts taking of advantage of the fact that we are the coolest people she'd ever met and that just didn't go well with us. So, blah blah blah we wanted to kick her out blah blah blah rent was never on time blah blah blah her mom IS (not was, even though this story is in past tense) a scary BIOTCH blah blah blah police report blah blah blah smelly dog blah blah blah and after all that and more, Sam still has the stupid sense to ask why we were treating her the way we were and wanted her to move out...and can you guess the answer?!?? BECAUSE WE'RE NOT FRIENDS ANYMORE! the end :)
watching your aorta pulse while camping, quite a site I must say.
Jennifer I have too many memories to even begin!! You are one terrific kid though (even though I know that you are a terrifically mature adult now)!
I am proud of myself for finally figuring out how to post a blog after so many weeks and successfully sending my first unassisted text message in the same day. Who says you cant teach an old dog new tricks.
Before going to PEI, getting Mom upset because we were singing the made up song about people who are....ummm particular and fastidious about the way they do things.
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