I figured I better post about something different so we can start a new comment section. Since #4 says to write nice things only, I will probably only get 2 or 3 comments on this thread, but it's a fun tag that my blogger buddies started so I will mimic Becky in saying I want to hear from ALL Y'ALL...even if you have never commented before! And if you don't comment, I'll know you don't love me like I thought you did :(
Here are the rules.
1. 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 most memorable. If you don't have a blog and don't know how to sign in, please comment as anonymous.
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 be sure to write one about you... either on your blog, in my comment box, or I will email you back!
3. If the memory happens to involve my husband, please include him!
4. If you can't say something nice, don't say nothin' at all ☺Okay, let's see what you've got!
27 comments:
When you were little you pulled down the fire alarm in a hotel in New Mexico.... I think you were Brook's age...... HUMMMMM Where did Brooks get his personality......dad or MOM....
EEEEEEEEEEEEEH
Wowza. So many to choose from. I'm gonna go with the one that started it all. The time you called me up and asked if I wanted to start working for Matt:"How does tomorrow work for ya?"
Another time was when I found out I was going to have a miscarriage. You went to the doctor with me straight from work, and waited with me. You tried to distract me by making fun of one of those pregnancy magazines... Then you were there to hug me while I had what can only be described as a bawling fit after I found out. Then that night you came to visit me and brought me mint brownies (my FAVE) AND those delicious chocolate chip cookies!
I could go on...but there's probably limited space on this thing! You're an awsome friend. :)
My favorite memory is when we were planning a Disneyland trip & everyone told me to ask you how to do it. You came over with all this great paperwork about Disneyland & fun things to do while we were there! I was so envious that you had been so many times & were such a guru on the subject!
You are the Disneyland Queen.
The first thing that comes to mind is when you had Emma. She was the most beautiful baby ever! Of course I had heard all about her from my mom and Lana before I actually saw her, but she truly was as gorgeous as they said! I remember being excited when I figured out that she and Phoebe would be in the same grade in school, even though Phoebe was 8 months old when Emma was born. I hoped so bad that they would be friends! And now they have been since they were about 3, hopefully forever!!!! And thanks for the memory you left on my blog, we DO like Bob Marley, let's "stir it up"!
I didn't want to put this at first, because I don't think sad memories are allowed, but I will always remember and love you for thinking of my mom and calling her from the hospital...
I remember you from the office but mostly your cute Emma and you being her Mom. I didn't make the connection of you, Mandy, Travis, Lana, Aleesha until recently but now I finally have you all related!( there are seriously so many Poll's that I think when you move here to South Weber you should be given a book on who's related to who.)
You remind me of my friend Steph (not Cook) and you make me laugh. I seriously didn't want to leave Diana's the other night because you were making me laugh so much!
Mostly I like you because you're half mexican and us half-n-half folks need to stick together!
(Boy, I sure hope you are because if you aren't then I am going to feel dumber than a box of rocks!)
I remember sitting at the Park one day talking to you and thinking you were awesome. Now thanks to the blogging world....here we are.
I guess I just realized I am back to super long comments again. I tried to shorten it up but after talking to kids all day this is my grown-up time and I got lots to say!
You were correct Ang. I am indeed 50% Mexican and proud to be a true melter in this great pot we call America. And Yes, we half-breeds need to stick together for sure! NEVER feel guilty for leaving a long comment. It takes alot of words for some of US to really portray what we want to say.
Becky, I think its fine to comment on that day because I remember that feeling well. I looked around the waiting room when they asked if we were ready and truly felt something was missing. There were so many emotions that day so I couldn't put my finger on it at first but then I was prompted by something more powerful :) Its good for me to remember those moments, thank you!
Connie, thanks for commenting! I do feel special! I also remember the fire alarm but why does nobody remember that it was half Grandpa's fault too. He gave his usual "uh huh" when I asked him if it was a doorbell.
Now I'll put my memory of you on here since you don't have a blog. I remember you were always the "cool" aunt cuz you drove us around alot in your convertible Cabriolet with the top down. We would always sing to Whitney Houston and specifically "I wanna dance w/somebody". You would sing too and didn't know every word by heart but didn't care. Fun,fun,fun Auntie!
Carrie,you usually make me laugh but this time you made me cry. I too remember that day at the dr's office and it was hard to see you go through that especially since you don't cry very much. There's nothing worse than not being able to take away a friend's pain, but I'm glad I was there. I remember KC asking how many people I thought lived with you when I took that treat tray, lol. I thought, shoot I could devour this whole thing myself before the sun rises. I hope you'll do this tag on your blog now.
When I was young I use to love to spend the night at your house. Bob would cook a great breakfast. Chena always let us do whatever we wanted. And me and Lyndee would follow you all over the house. You were so fun even when you were yelling at us to leave you alone. You always made me feel like another sister at the house. And even to this day you never leave me out. You don't know how much that means to me. Thank You for always making things fun and making me laugh.
I first saw you in a picture in T's wallet, you & Steven's engagement picture. I was a little intimidated, I thought you were beautiful and wondered if you were snobby too? We met soon after and I realized I was right about beautiful, but very wrong about snobby. I remember staying up late talking on the couch with you & Steven all through dating, engagement, and marriage. We don't do it like we used to, do we? But whenever we do, I love it. You also bailed me out on more than one occasion when T was working graveyards, letting me spend the night at you & Steven's house, protecting me from the gangs of the 'hood. And don't worry, I won't mention the futon. :)
You're always right there where you're needed in a heartbeat.
Baby sitting me and krystle.... I guess my parents were out of town and you were watching us and we went to the drive-in. I don't think I had ever been to the drive in and it was soooo late I couldn't stay awake for the second movie!! (It probably wasn't that late but when you consider my mom who goes to bed at 5:00pm then it probably was!!)Then on the drive home me & krystle had to bundle up under the back seat of the truck under the covers because it was SOOO COLD driving home!!
Oh were to begin. I was trying to think of something fuuny. However, I will forever be thankful that you were with me in Minnesota when things went bad. You were such a great support. I really do not knoe what I would have done had you not been there. Also, there was that Rick Springfield concert that was awesome we did go to. Also, trip to Hawaii there were some many fun times because it was our first trip like that together with friends.
Ang,
I guess my best memory of you would be the first time I met you in the dentist chair! I remember thinking, Man... I could have been friends with her all through High School! I really enjoyed our interesting conversations!!!! Anyway, we have more memories to come!!! Give us a call! We're always up for a date night!!!!!!
Oh- and I want to hear a memory of you from Steven. I know it'll be hard for him to choose, but I'm sure he'll come up with something.
Care, so funny you said that cuz he's been checking my blog and I was thinking how sad it was that he doesn't love me enough to leave a comment. Maybe after 15 years I'm just a boring roommate.
All friends & fam, thank you for all your sweet comments, you are very good at exaggerating. However, this really has been a little touching and something we should all do BEFORE our funerals! That also means put this tag on your blog so I can write mine on yours.
I think people should be a little more patient. My memories and love for my wife could never be fully expressed on a blog. I would much rather express my feelings in song but that will have to take place in a more private setting. For the rest of you blog readers. 1st, make sure your kids are not on fire or in the middle of the road 2nd, here is my memory. My first memory of the wife was at Matrix Marketing. I was in the middle of taking a call working on my bid to become the employee of the month for the third consecutive month when I heard the loudest conversation and laugh coming from break room. Upon further investigation I found out it was Angela Michael Wright. A struggling employee that needed some mentoring. So I took young Wright under my wing and began to model proper employee behavior. Wright was an outstanding student and eager to learn. During our first break together she made the mistake of writing all over my Sports Illustrated, circling all the players she thought were "hot" I instructed young Wright that was not acceptable behavior and she would need to give me a dollar for gas. She obliged. I really began to see her dedication to the cause when I accidentally wiped a booger on her very trendy black stretch pants. She was a very good sport and took the hit with the kind of dignity and grace I was looking for in a co-worker. I first realized that I loved Angie when I would anxiously wait for her to come to pre-shift. She was always a little late (of course) and I couldnt wait until she came walking through the door. Her bag would enter the room about three minutes before she would (it was a big bag). I knew that she was the one for me the first time we talked on the phone and the conversation lasted all night until I had to get on the bus and go to school the next morning. We covered everything from George Michaels face to the differences between Mormons and Catholics. Once I got home from my mission and saw how HOT she was (and still is) I knew it was a done deal. She made me the happiest man on earth the day she asked me to marry her. I love you Babes.
I must say, Steve-O...your memory was worth the wait. And is there any way you would consider whipping out the black stretch again? Without the booger, that is.
Wow steven is good!!!! He needs to give my hubby some tips haha.. Just kidding
Angie, Angie, Angie, what can I say? I guess my first memory of you comes, of course, from Lana. She had told me about you, then said that you told her at Steven's homecoming that you were going to marry her son! Pretty nervy of you, us "mothers of sons" thought, but we came to love you in spite of the boldness! Steven, glad you said yes.
And can I just ditto what Beck said about that awful day that seems like yesterday...thank you again from the bottom of my heart & soul for that phone call. I'll always love you for heeding that prompting. If you were here right now I would hug you and not have to shed these tears alone.
Love ya Angie,
Diane
You know I have a terrible memory, but I do remember me practicing to do a french braid on you hundreds of times until I got it perfect. Throughout our younger years we made numerous road trips and one time you started calling my mom "Grum" instead of "Gram" and Valerie and I were ready to choke you everytime you used the dumb, dumb word. :) I will never forget the MB20 concert and the time you came to the hospital when Travis was diagnosed. You have really been there for us lately and we love you.
For many a years now you have made my gums bleed in the dental chair. Now I know what you are saying, if you would just floss! But, in my defense, I have good intentions. I don't think that there has been a time I have been around you that you haven't made me laugh. You also make the best chocolate chip cookies ever! By the way, what do I have to do to get a batch of those? Most of all you are a die hard Broncos fan!
Just for the record: in case people don't know Diane's sarchasm and my husband's humor - I DID NOT ASK HIM TO MARRY ME, I even had a girls don't call boys policy that I held strictly to my whole life. I'm not saying I wasn't elated when Steve asked me to marry him. If you read his comment, its no puzzle as to why I was instantly hooked on him. He is the funniest human being I've ever met. He also was the only reason I ever got written up at Matrix because he yelled "frank's a jerk" in my phone. He got written up as well, so if that and going home early every day were guidelines for employee of month, he's not lying. The snot thing really was gross and he did get $1 bills from me for gas quite often- I stayed our whole shift.
Diane, though I don't recall saying that to Lana, it is very bold and irritating as well. Thanks for loving me anyway. I'm available for hugs anytime. My first memory of you is actually hearing about you ALL THE TIME. Lana thought the world of you and I couldn't wait to meet this world's greatest friend. Then I did and we sat on the bleachers laughing until the last out, every game. I LOVE your personality and could hang out with you on any given day. Thanks for commenting on my blog.
I left replies to other kind remarks on your blogs and on the dome. 5th Cousin & Ash, I repeat my request for you to put this on yours. If I'm having a bad day, I'm going to return to this page for comfort :)
One of my favorite memories is when you asked me to do your hair for your bridal pictures. You made me feel so good by asking me to help. And I must say, you were looking pretty good in those pictures. I don't care if anyone thinks your hair was too big. For one thing, it really wasn't that big, and for another, you looked really pretty.
I'll also always remember one time when I went to the dentists office when you first started working with Matt. You were introducing me to someone and you said, "this is my sister Aleesha." Little did you know, but I was fighting back the tears because that meant so much to me. You didn't call me your sister-in-law, you called me your sister. Thanks Ang. I'll always remember that. You've always made me feel like I was a part of your family and not just an in-law.
Hi Ang,
My first memory of you was at RJHS. You were the best dressed girl there with you big, long hair, oversized shirt, black stirrup pants, and heels. I was in awe.
I remember searching the state of Utah for the perfect items to include in Steven's 20lb missionary packages and then listening to you giggle for hours when he bent the rules to talk to you. (We got good use of those AT&T calling cards didn't we?) Matrix, oh Matrix we gave some of the best years of our lives to that place--Columbia House-pink sugar cookies- fruit, fruit, turkey sandwich days, your beautiful red tercel, drive-bys, JB's onion rings with ranch dressing and you explaining to the waitress just how they should be cooked. Trips- Disneyland, Chalk Creek, Hawaii and missing our guys. I have never met someone as dedicated, loyal, and passionate to a cause as you and I have always admired that. Thank you for being my friend!
Cher,Cher,Cher
I spent most of the best memories of my life with you - one lunch a year is honestly just not gonna cut it! Thanks for reminding me of some things I had stored back in the ol' brain. Why doesn't fruit, fruit, turkey sandwich work anymore?
Ok so since you don't have a blog, here's my memories of one of my bestest friends, Cher Bear: I remember deciding that I wanted to go to Hawaii and you were always on board for Vegas & Disneyland but I didn't know if you had enough money for tuition AND Hawaii so you came to my house and walked through the door and I said, "Guess what, we're going to Hawaii!!" and you said, "We are, how much time do I have to pack?" Man you were the best tripping friend ever! We always had so much fun and to this day, you never fail to be reliable. Ok so 2nd trip to Hawaii, we're sitting at Danielle's table and I look behind you then say, "Whatever you do Cher, don't turn around" so you reply, "Same goes for you friend." You had a very large gecko above and behind your head, I had a monstrous cockroach behind mine. Sorry Dani that we had to go to the tourist side after that night, we're sissies!!
So many others that I'll just have to list as well - You loving little debbie brownies, red-headed missionary or return missionary?, the house under construction next door:), I'll 2nd alot of drive-bys, weber state, fishing and dancing at Chalk Creek cabin, shopping, your patience with the perfect banana bread send-off to Steven, twister, Scottie, country music, steel magnolias, reading missionary letters to each other, christmas in July parties, setting up and decorating the tree for the previous, striped levi shorts, walking the track, saturday morn classes(what were we thinking?)sweet & thoughtful little gifts you used to give, staying out anywhere til 2am, talking til 3am, country concerts, painting the town and livin' it up while we could. Those were the days girlfriend, thank you for making them ten times funner! And thanks for still being the friend I know I can count on whenever, wherever no matter how long its been since we've talked. Lets not wait so long to get together, seriously. Love ya Cher!
1st memory of you was taking a Psychology class together up at Weber State, you were so easy to talk to and from then on I have always loved chatting with you - even when you have the floss and pic in my mouth. One funny memory I have of Steven is also up at Weber. The shuttle bus had just dropped me off at the Dee Event Center in the middle of a rain storm and I couln't find my car. Steven, recognizing me as Kent's wife (we had only been married a few months) stopped and asked if I needed help - I had no clue who he was. He offered to drive me up and down the rows in search of my lost car. He must of sensed my concern of 'not talking to strangers... let alone get in their car' when he said I am Travis Polls brother. I was desperate and completely soaked at this point and gladly took him up on the offer. I was relieved when I climbed in the car and saw "Travis and Mandy's wedding announcment on the dashboard... he was telling the truth not a mass murderer:) Thanks Steven!
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