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.
EVERYBODY PLAY!
I want to see what memories are out there!
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5 comments:
not too long ago, you stuck a USED q-tip in my ear! oh, and you once fed my dog your bugar, just to name a few memories...
I don't not recall either of these experiences, but if you say so.
Laughing at how you bleached my hair blonde and trying to fix it in time for Stacy's wedding-fun times! Then to see the same thing happen to your hair.
This is for Brother Keel--For those of you who are not familiar, the people in the Philippines are great people, but some of them do not like to face up to things and would rather hide from you than tell you they aren't interested in having the missionaries teach them.
I was reading through some pages in my journal and came across an entry from the wonderful days of Antipolo, wherein we were traversing the subdivision behind Dalig II to visit the family that we were teaching. Since we were suspicious that they were hiding from us we came up from behind the house and saw the oldest dalaga washing clothes. As we were sneaking up, she leaned over and ripped one. It totally blew our cover, no pun intended. We later went back to the house and you knocked on the back door and I went around to the front door, which was open. After you knocked I caught them sneaking into the living room. Those were the days.
How about the "sardine party".... You said you were going to invite a bunch of people over and have a "sardine party". You being the recipe Queen, I thought you were going to cook up some fabulous sardine recipes.... I was dying to see how that turned out. Little did I know what a sardine party was. I laugh about that every time I think of you.
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