Okay, after what's gone down here and here it's my turn. I can't think of anything to say about myself, so I need you to.
Here are the rules:
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. You must do it!
9 comments:
Remember when we went on that kind of date when you first got home from your mission and came to BYU?
Taste of Provo- and didn't it rain? That was such a fun night.
I remember coming to stay at your house and teasing you for hours by calling your Pound Puppy the wrong name. Was it really Chocolate or Brownie?
Ha ha ha. We were such mean cousins.
I'm glad you posted something about poop on my blog...ha ha! So fitting.
I remember one time we got in a really big fight when we were little. I really can't remember what it was all about, but I do remember running out the back door, and you banging your hand on the glass so hard that the whole sliding glass door broke!
I also remember holding you once when you were a little baby, and being scared when you moved or something, so I threw you!
I remember our road trip to San Diego for President's Day weekend last year...so fun! You always make the best road trip mixes!
I remember the ONE SINGLE LETTER you wrote me on my mission and the HUNDREDS I wrote you!
I remember coming home from my mission on time instead of extending mainly to see you perform in PRISM!
I remember the 4th of July when it was on a Sunday. We weren't supposed to swim at Jack's house, so we just kept pretending to "fall in". We kept wondering why we didn't get in more trouble...
I remember always getting mad at you for talking when I wanted to go to sleep! When all three of us shared the same room, we got mad at you for being noisy in your crib. Then we were A LOT older, and I got mad at you in Washington DC for keeping us awake. I'm very grumpy with little sleep, and you're a night-time party animal!
And many more!
Robyn's memories were funny.
I remember when you were born thinking you were the most amazing baby I had ever seen. I would beg mom to let me be the one to take you out into the halls, at church, when you were noisy. I loved chasing you through the halls and playing "mom."
I remember you singing "she was walking down the street singin' mony, mony" while playing your air guitar. It was so cute!
The time I took you on a date with Allen and me and you told me I had bad breath in front of him...real nice!
Oh, yeah, I will never let you forget the time you popped a pop rock in Devon's ear and told him "you're the biggest baby I know."
The first time you held Taylor. You were so scared, but then you loved it!
What can I say, you are a terrific brother and all of my memories of you are the best! This list could go on forever, but I will save those for another time!
Hi Michael,
You know I've known you all your life, but we grew up in different states, so I never go to know you that well, and when we did see each other you were always so QUIET. I always thought you hated me. (smile)
As for my favorite memory of you I would have to say after your mission, your mom and dad picked you up and brought you to UTAH. I happened to be visiting from Washington and got to see you. WE (grandpa and grandma Roush, your parents, my parents, Aunt patti & Uncle Bill, My sisters. and my kids and I) went to dinner at that mexican place. You told so many stories about your mission and filled us in. I couldn't believe how much you had grown up since the last time I saw you, (I think about, well you were still in high school) Anyway we went to my mom's house and sat and talked for hours with everyone with grandma and grandpa Hand there. i love that, and you actually talked to me. (smile) I was so excited! (smile)
Love ya,
Aimee
Michael, I remember you ad a little curly haired kid. You were always so funny and smart.
When you would tell a joke or say something funny, you would just have this little smirk on your face.
I remember thinking you looked like my dad when he was a kid. (from his pictures)
I remember hearing that you liked to sing and thought that was amazing.
I remember you as a little kid and the next thing I know, you are 19 and ready to go on a mission. You got your mission call, Honduras right?
When you came home you looked really skinny.
Sad that we didn't get to see you or your sisters too much since my dad hardly ever spent time with the family. We suffered for that.
But I like reading your blog and learing more about you every day.
You're kinda funny.... :)
What are you studying in school?
Well, Michael, I remember when you were a little baby. It seemed like it was only last year. Oh, that's probably because it was. I have only known you for about exactly a year, and I don't remember much about you in the beginning other than that you were best friends with Tammy and Sara- whom I disliked at the time. I thought that anyone who was friends with them would have to be a loser, but I was completely wrong. Not only is Tammy pretty cool, but you are so much fun! The best memory that I can think of is when we were on a banquet together in the skyroom, and you kept me there until the whole room was cleared. Then you said that you wanted to show me the most amazing thing that I would ever see. I was imagining you blowing something up or doing some remarkable magic trick. You opened the blinds. It was pretty... something. amazing? not the word I would have picked. But, that's you, and I wouldn't change a thing!
Michael...Tina and I got robbed of a lot of great memories when we were kids because my Dad took us to do stuff with his friends instead of you guys. I'm not blaming him for it all but we didn't get to know you very well because we never saw you. I do have one memory of you, when Dan and I went to San Diego and stayed at the Loews hotel on Coronado Island. You and your Dad and Mom drove all the way out there just to visit with us for a very short time. It was the nicest thing...did I mention that your family has always gone out of their way to make sure we saw them. I so appreciated that. But you came along and you guys got stuck in this horrible traffic jam, and it took you like four hours to get out there to us. We sat by the pool and ate some food and you were just the nicest kid/teenager. I loved that because some kids get in that stage and won't talk or have anything to do with adults. But not you, you were talkative and cute - we loved you.
Next thing we knew you were home from your mission. Time flys...thanks for letting me be a small part of your world, but reading your blog.
Becky
Yeah, I finally found the game on your blogspot. Ok, I didn't know you liked my hugs. I always kinda feared that you didn't cuz you're a guy and all. But I couldn't stop. I'm a hugger. I hug those I love, it's just what I do. Also, I never thought you, of all people, were shy. Really? I never knew that about you. One of my favorite memories of you, you were probably only about 5 years old or so. You liked to be called Spot or Bones, I can't remember for sure which one. Seems like you started with Spot and later decided that Bones was more cool. You pretended to be a puppy all day. Your sister's rolled their eyes, your mother told you to stop many times. You were undeterred. It was awesome. I loved you for that, it made me laugh pretty hard. Thanks for your memory, it means a lot to me. :)
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