So I guess it is my turn for this tag.
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, if we’ve actually met in person or not, anything you remember!
2. Next, re-post these instructions on your blog and see how many people leave a memory about you. If you don’t want to play on your blog, or if you don’t have a blog, I’ll leave my memory of you in my comments.
10 comments:
Okay, I could not let this opportunity go by without posting something.
I remember when I first met you. I had just been confirmed at church and I was basically floating on air. I left the institute building on the ASU campus and I was walking toward the dorms. In the parking lot I heard someone scream, " Alli!" I spun around. That is when I saw you. You ran up to me. You told me you had a daughter with the same name and that you were so happy for me. I thought, " who is this lady, let me just smile!" Who would have thought all this time later that you would become so important in my family. I am grateful for that day for many reasons
I met you when I was 10 yrs. old. . .that would be 33 yrs. ago, whew!!! You were my neighbor 3 houses down and I think you took me in because nobody was ever home @ my house. I used to babysit for you & best of all, you were my Merrie Miss primary teacher!! You have always been a great influence to me over the years. Even though we haven't seen each other for 20 yrs, I know you love me!! Thanks for being my friend. . . I know we were friends in heaven!!
Love yer Gutz. . . Lisa Bug
Here's a little glimmer that just came to my mind...Michigan 1989...me 2o feet in the air on the hands of Bruce McGregor, looking out into the audience to see the faces of my parents, smiling, hoping for my success, and worried all in one look. I always loved being able to find you guys in the stands...still do!
Oh geeze, how to even choose. Some of my fondest memories of you came really in the form of letters from you on my mission. I think I was finally past my own cockiness and teenage stubbornness enough to hear the things you were telling me....like you were so proud of me and how you admired my spiritual growth. In the same vein, I remember getting letters from you at Girl's Camp, even though you were always there with us, and savoring those written words just for me. There must be something to that....how much I love a written expression of love. You were good at that and still are!
But speaking of Girl's Camp, Granny Grunt's gotta take the cake! Funny that I was never embarrassed of you in those combat boots and granny dress...just proud that you were so funny and loved by so many!
NO FAIR!!! Granny Grunt was MINE! I felt the same way...not embarrassed at all. I kind was kind of proud and cocky that my mom was the funniest person at camp! I wanted to be just like you...and I still do.
Huh, I only faintly remember Granny Grunt. But I do remember thinkgin you were the funniest person at girl's camp for sure! I remember you teaching piano lessons in the back room of your Hermosa house, and thinking how cool it was that you had your own music room. I remember spending days upon days at your house with your special family. I love how welcome you made me feel, always. I specifically remember coming over to type my BYU application on your TYPEWRITER. Emily wasn't home and I thought that maybe I should feel wierd about spending time with her parents, but I didn't. You are one of those "cool" moms.
Thanks, Anna. You were always one of my favorites..one of those girls you actually WANTED your daughter to hang out with. You and your beautiful violin playing. You were a positive influence in my Emily's life and I am grateful for that. You will appreciate that more as your little Miriam and the others attach themselves to lifelong friends. And what do you mean you don't remember Granny Grunt!!! Judy Birchett and others MADE me do that crazy character on the program every year..combat boots, cane and all! One year my counselors and I did a rap to MC Hammer's "Can't Touch This" as Granny Grunt and the Girls. Jim Despain was our "choreographer." It was pretty crazy. What fun times.....seems like yesterday...
OK...red tennis shoes and the S-hall basketball court...the BYU creamery...falling asleep at football games....Provo hospital.. traveling from Eardley's house to Arizona in mid-winter on snow covered, unplowed dirt roads..... the rocking chair for Allison's birth...KPVI-TV....Italy/Iceland/ Ixtapa/...Norway/Neuschaunstein/ the Fairbanks hot springs...the Caribbean and Cancun with your curley hair/Hawaii/Greece and Mykonos with the donkeys/Cabo San Lucas and the mopeds/Lake Powell and Kathy's boat...the Flying J.. graduation day at BYU..SLC temple. It just goes on and on......... aren't I lucky!
I remember the first time I met you. You and Dad came up for one of Bug's gymnastic meets and we we're all going to go out for dinner. Emily and I had been dating for only a month and a half and I was nervous as heck to meet you. And it wasn't because I was macking on your daughter and afraid you'd find out(LOL), but because I was already head over heels in love with her and new that I was probably meeting my future mother in law.
I felt good knowing that I had not only Emily and Nat on my side but Joey and Cali as well who in a short time had become two of my best friends.
I remember walking in with Emily to Joey and Cali's place and seeing you...talk about nerves. I again thought about how you were probably going to be my mother-in-law and I so badly wanted to make a good impression on you. We hit it off from the begining and dinner at the Brick Oven was awesome. : ) For some reason I wasn't as nervous to meet Joe though, but still wanted to make a good impression with him.
I think I may of even had a bad case of gas that night but held it in for fear of making a bad impression. LOL Ok so maybe I just made that last part up but it could have happened. : )
So many to choose from. How do you narrow it down to just one memory from the greatest mom in the world!! One funny/sad one that sticks out to me is the day you took poor Licorice to be put to sleep. You stopped at McDonalds and bought him a cheeseburger for his "last meal." Haha. You loved that dog so much as we all did, and wanted to make sure he was happy. That was such a great example to me of the compassionate person that you are and always have been. I also remember as a child in the townhouse sitting on the kitchen floor helping you grind wheat to make bread. That was fun. Another great memory that meant so much to me was when I went to Level 10 Nationals in Michigan my Senior year, and after open warm-ups, I looked up and saw you and dad walk through the door!! What! I can't believe you flew all the way to Michigan to surprise me! You cared and supported me so much, and knew how important that day was for me. Thank you for loving me so much.
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