I've seen this on a few blogs and thought it would be fun to play. Here are the rules:
1. As a comment on my blog, leave a memory that you and I have had together. It could also be a memory of you and Craig. It doesn't matter if you know us 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 either one of us, we'll be sure to write one about you).
3. Remember, if you can't say something nice, don't say nothin' at all ☺
4. Consider this a Tag: if you've read it, you have to do it.
Mischief
4 months ago
12 comments:
That's like a trap, you know that? I can't read it and then just navegate away! A memory, huh? Well...I remember when Craig and I were a lot younger, we had some darts. He and Bryon and I used to throw these darts into the wall, and for some reason we chose a poster of U.S. Presidents as our "dartboard." (Really, we love the good ol' USA, so no one report us to the authorities. Also, I'm sure that Dad already punished us for putting a thousand holes in the wall.) One day I accidentally (hopefully it was an accident?) dropped one of the darts into Craig's leg while he was sitting cross-legged. I'm not entirely sure this memory is real, but either way it's, well, find your own adjective. Trenda, there are only good things that can be said about you - when I was staying with you in California and was playing a game with Cade, who was taking a bath, I accidentally dropped a toy on his head and he started crying. But instead of being mad, you just laughed at the mishap.
Oh, and I'm pleased that I get to be the first post here.
Wow! I can't believe that you remembered what I wore at the MTC. I have millions of great memories with you. MTC to Cascais...you saw me through my toughest of mission times! Then, when I get to Setubal, you get shipped away in the middle of the night! :) I remember you were a super 'trabalhador', and an excellent missionary! I remember just laughing with you all the time, remember when we did splits that one night, and it was almost time to go home, and we prayed we could find someone to teach a discussion to, and we found someone right by our apartment? Milagre! On a less spiritual note, remember having to carry those heavy gas cans up the stairs to our apartment? or having to sit on the gas tank for someone to take a shower? That apartment was such a hole, but since it was our first one, we didn't know any better! Remember those charming Portuguese men....pssssssst! How did we ever resist? Or remember how the church was way in the heck up that hill...by the time we got there, I was always sweating buckets! And don't forget the seganos, they still freak me out a little bit.
Hey Trenda! I'm glad you found my blog. I love finding old friends on here so we can keep in touch. Your kids are adorable! And it looks like you guys had fun at your Williams reunion. We would love to keep checking your blog!
My earliest memory of you is at the "Welcome Brunch" for all Optometry spouses. I remember sitting outside with Joanne waiting for our husbands and being grateful that it was you that was pregnant and not me in the heat and humidity. I liked you right away and remember telling Weston that I wished you lived closer to us. From there, the memories just keep on coming.
I remember one time when we were knocking doors. We decided to try something the other sisters did when knocking doors - pick a portuguese word we didn't know out of the dictionary and use it in a door approach. So, you picked the word "pirilampo" (glowworm) and I had to use it. Well, nobody answered the door in the building we were knocking, so I couldn't use it. When we left the building, we stopped to talk to some of our favorite old Portuguese men sitting on their porch and you started talking to them about the Spirit and you told them that it feels like a little glowworm in your heart just so you could use the word. I almost died! I could barely keep a straight face and as soon as we walked away, I totally lost it. That was awesome!
Hi- I randomly found your blog one day (Trenda, I don't know of you remember me or not...) but Craig and I were good friends frosh and soph years at college!! One of my fav memories of him was when I broke my ankle and he picked me up for school almost every morning so I didn't have to hobble down to school on my crutches!!! Many many more fun memories too like ice caving, football games, etc. (our blog is www.photo-grafs.blogspot.com) -Hannah
visiting teaching. I was your visiting teacher for a couple months and then we moved.
I haven't checked your blog in forever! Looks like things are going well. Are you all settled now?
I remember a girl getting married and frusterated with finding a dress... when she told her husband to be her frusterations he told her she would be beautiful in a berlap sack. so I took that to heart and made you a berlap sack little nightie for your honeymoon. :)
I remember living in Setubal with you on our mish! You were always eating so healthy! TOTALLY awesome!
My memory is a lot like Summer's. It's Visiting Teaching - only you were my teacher. And then you moved! :( I also remember noticing how much your daughter looks like mine, with all of that hair & such, only a bit older. I'm still seeing similarities now too. I'll have to post a picture of her soon. I'm totally behind in my blogging.
oman... mtc memories!! hahamy best memory of you is dressing up in make-shift "birth of jesus" gear in the MTC and you were the baby!! haha!! Then proceeding to make Crhistmas eve more special by having a slumber party... and taking pictures of us PRETENDING like we're sleeping so we could capture it!! haha. Last but not least (I hope you were in on this one) but do you remember the AMAZING PILLOW ROOM DISCOVERY?????? An entire room stuffed to the BRIM with nothung but pillows and we played in it for EVER. That is, by far, one of my all-time favorite MTC memories!! the good ol' days! ;0)
Trenda, I totally remember you chasing your roomates around the apartment with the plunger! HaHa. Alisha was so grossed out she was screaming and jumping over furniture to get away from you. I have tons of memories from that year we lived together but that was the first one that popped into my head. I can still see the expression you had on your face as you were doing. Pure evil!
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