(shamelessly stolen from April)

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.

2 thoughts on “Memories

  1. Hmmmm, memory of you and me…

    Uhhh, how about when I made you make all the effort to let us crash at your place as we moved from Reno to Tempe, then one thing after another happened that day and we never made it to your house. Then I couldn’t even find the paper I had with the directions to your place and your phone number, so once we found a motel and managed to hook up to the wireless internet, I looked you guys up online. Thank goodness you were there. I called you after 11 pm (when we had planned on being there by what? 8??) to say we weren’t going to make it.

    I was pissed at myself, pissed at Ches, pissed at the kids, pissed at California for being such a long state… and I was so afraid of offending you by not being there when I knew you had seriously made an effort for us to come. Because I know I make an effort to have people come, even if they only stay for one night. There’s the cleaning… making sure there is someplace for everyone to sleep… buying extra food to make sure they like whatever food i have for breakfast… doing laundry to have clean sheets and blankets… and trying to keep the kids excited but not hyper at the prospect of new or old friends coming… I didn’t want to put you out in anyway, but I was sure I had.

    I will ALWAYS feel bad about the whole thing. So again… I apologize!!

    Since we’ve never met, this is probably as good a memory as any. And it was the first time I’d ever heard your voice (on the phone… it wasn’t what I expected. i don’t know what i expected, though.)

  2. I must admit that my favorite memories of you are also from the lab… It was nice to feel included, accepted, and even needed. I must say that the lab job was my favorite ever, and that was because of you and the friendship we developed…

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