My friend Christina had this on her blog and I'm continuing it on my blog because it looks like a lot of fun.
1. As a comment on my blog, leave one memory that you and I had together.
2. Next, re-post these instructions on your blog and see who leaves a memory about you. It's actually pretty funny to see the responses.
Enjoy!
12 comments:
I remember…when we were younger you always used to fill your mouth up with water and then squirt it in my face :) Also, you used to take the ice cubes out of your glass and stick them down my back! Now you know why I never felt bad about teasing Caleb! Wahahahaha! Oh, another funny one…I remember like it was yesterday…that time I told you that really funny (or not so much) joke about licking your friend’s hand…awkward. I’m lucky you know me well enough to still think I’m cool despite the lameness of that one! Love ya! Gret
I remember when you and Mike came to California to spend Christmas with us. I know we didn't have a ton of money, but for some reason...it didn't matter. I gave Mike a gift and I remember it bringing him to tears. It was watching the boys while we later at Kims that is a most vivid memory. I remember Dallin crawling across the table and trying to crawl (which we later got on video for Mike). I remember going to the beach and the kites flying and thinking I couldn't have pictured a more perfect day. Mostly though, I remember the day you told me that you guys were moving to Colorado too...for sure. I felt like I had it made!!! I remember you unloading the armoire all by yourself while Adam and I were of no help...you actually unloaded the whole truck :). I remember being at Estes and you sending around the birth announcement about your sweet baby Blakes arrival. I will always remember the day you told me you were moving to UT. It's true, I cried...but I will also remember you promising to come back. I miss you friend. Forever and always...my sister you'll be. That is the best gift my brother has ever given me...the memories I've made and will forever make...with you. I am glad you and I are sisters...and that our memories will build and grow over lifetimes!!!
Most of my memories about you have to do with sports, shocker I know.. The funniest one I remember is one particular softball game when you were holding Casey Silver over the trashcan. Do you remember what happened next? She threw up in the trashcan! We all thought it was so funny and teased you about showing a baby the trash and making her sick. Do you remember that? So funny! You were always so much fun to joke around with. I loved that about you.
I have so many good times with you and have always enjoyed hanging out with and your cute boys. I think my favorite times were sitting around the Holbrook's kitchen table and having our marathon long Presidency Meetings, though they may have been super long, I loved them and spending time with you and Renee. You are such a big role model to me, I loved watching how you handle your boys with such kindness and soft tones, something I work on, but I don't think I'll ever have as perfected as you.
Probably one of my favorite memories with you (and all-time favorite 4th of July memory) was during the summer I flew out to BYU for basketball camp. Earlier that week you had asked me if, after camp, I wanted to spend the afternoon and evening with you. I was thrilled. Then, I found out that during the week plans had changed and what I had thought was going to be you and I turned into you, your friends…and me as a tag-a-long. I was less than thrilled.
Unfortunately for you, but fortunately for me the day didn’t turn out as you had planned. After camp, you picked me up. We walked a couple blocks to the bus station where we were supposed to take a bus up to Salt Lake to meet up with some of your friends for lunch and some sort of show. However, bus routes don’t run on holidays so we were stranded without a car. Opps, change of plans. ☺ You and I headed over to Brick Oven instead. Then, we walked back to your apartment at Liberty Square to drop off our leftovers. With a few hours to kill before the fireworks, we decided to go for a little swim. Then, we decided to go for a little hike. We left with plenty of time to go hiking up in the Mountains before we were supposed to meet up with some of your other friends to play on the Temple grounds and watch fireworks. After our little hike, though, we couldn’t seem to find our way back down the neighborhood streets to the Temple. We got completely lost and ended up near some old rickety water tower. It was dark and the fireworks were about to start. You saw some people climbing up the side of the water tower and decided to venture up it yourself. I was terrified of that shotty looking ladder but what an adventure it turned out to be. We got to the top of the tower and found a little spot just in time for the fireworks. The view itself was incredible. But to make things even better, it started lightening off in the distance. During the grand finale it started to rain a bit and the storm was drawing closer. Fireworks with a lightening show in the background…good times.
As I sat here thinking about this prompt I realized that some of my earliest memories of you were somewhat traumatic...sad, but let me explain.
I remember being so excited at your championship game. I was the “cheerleader’s mascot” and so I watched and cheered from the sidelines, which was exciting until I watched you get close-lined by that big West Boylston mammoth of a girl. I gasped at the sight of you convulsing and at the sound of, “Get that [insert expletive here] off the court” from a familiar voice in the crowd. But I also remember the next time you played West Boylston, you emerged from the locker room with a football helmet on and I thought, My big sister is so funny!
I also remember watching Rescue 911 with you in the Lancaster house. We were all pig piled on Mom’s bed until you fell onto the ground and started to shake. I thought you were so funny, so I loudly shouted between giggles, “I get it, Joyce!!! Rescue 911! Haha! Rescue 911!” I thought it was the greatest joke, until I heard a different familiar voice shout, “She’s not kidding you little [insert expletive here]!”
Okay, so I guess you can say that some of my early memories were scarring, but if there is a silver lining to these memories it would be that I consistently (a) was concerned for your well-being and (b) thought you were one of the funniest people around.
My more recent memories are a lot more lighthearted. I have great memories of when the family drove you out to BYU. You, Gretchen, and I were cramped into the back seat of our Ford Taurus for days. To make the time fly by you braided our hair into corn rows and concocted an alter ego we affectionately named Petunia. We laughed so hard and thought you were so funny. Just last month while I was visiting Gretchen, she pointed to a sign that said Petunia and we both smiled.
I also remember when I went to BYU. I was coming from Bromfield (where I had felt pretty cool) but no matter how hard I tried, I could not make friends at the Y. It was a really hard time for me and I became painfully shy and awkward. I remember that year I depended on you and David so much. You were the best friends I could have asked for (wow...I am tearing up a bit...how embarrassing). We had Sunday dinners and fun dates on the weekends. One of my favorite memories was of taking Baby Caleb to the movies. One time we showed up late and had to sit in the front row. He stared at the movie screen with the biggest, widest eyes and we both laughed at how fixated he was.
When we were both living back in New Jersey I remember many long chats. You always had the best advice and were always so welcoming towards Ben. Once, a little too welcoming, when you mistook him for Mike and swatted him on the butt.
Anyways, this “comment” is looking more like a “post” so I will wrap it up. But I love you Joyce. You are a great person to make memories with. Love, Sarah
Joyce,
The two deleted comments were me...I kept finding spelling errors. Sorry to clutter things up! Love, Sarah
This is a hard one, because there are so many memories. I remember climbing trees when we were younger, and there was that one tree in the yard behind ours that had branches connected to another tree. We were climbing across when a branch broke and you fell. Luckily you caught onto another branch and were able to hold on until dad came running and caught you. That is an early memory. Then in college I remember going camping at Payson Lakes on the 19th of July. We pitched a tent, had chocolate cupcakes and went to bed. In the morning we woke up to a loud animal sound which we realized was cows. Little did we realize we pitched our tent in a cow pasture. Thanks for all the great memories Joyce!
One of my favorite memories during my Freshman year at BYU was going hiking with you (Joyce) to the top of Y-Moutain in November '96. It had snowed a few days earlier, but everything had melted in the valley. Up on the mountains there was still about a foot of snow on the ground, but it was melting there too. The effect of all the melting snow was a misty covering over the ground in the valley, and a clear sky above. So I remember getting to the top and enjoying the view, and feeling like I had shown you something really cool (I'd done the hike several times myself earlier that year, but this was my best memory). We watched the sun set, and then on the way down we sang country songs. A bit Hokey maybe, but great fun.
And Julia, if you're reading this, I'm sorry about that attempt we made to hike Y-Mountain earlier that summer. I should have stuck to the trail! You probably would have had more fun. :)
Dave, I remember that hike all too well. No hard feelings though. We both survived and lived to tell about it. Although, I remember it being a bit touch and go there for a while. :) JK. I love you, Dave.
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