Thursday, February 02, 2006

Thanks for the memories...

It's meme time! Saw this one on labeanknits blog and thought it'd be fun. So, have at it! Make me laugh!
If you read this, if your eyes are passing over this right now, even if we don't speak often, please post a comment with a COMPLETELY MADE UP AND FICTIONAL MEMORY OF YOU AND ME. It can be anything you want--good or bad--BUT IT HAS TO BE FAKE. When you're finished, post this on your blog and be surprised (or mortified) about what people DON'T ACTUALLY remember about you.


Anonymous said...

Don't you remember the time that you and I were picking the beach glass off the beach to make those hairclips and I cut the bottom of my foot on a broken piece of shell? The weather was gorgeous for the rest of our vacation but I couldn't walk barefoot on the beach because I couldn't rish getting sand in my stitches!

SP6 :)

Bezzie said...

It was a dark and stormy night, or possibly a sunny day the first time I met Cristi. I can't remember.
I had an unexplicable yearning for pickles. Crispy, cold, delicious kosher pickles.
I hauled ass to the grocery store. Being my luck they had just remodeled my neighborhood grocery store, so I wandered for a good five minutes looking for my beloved salty treats.
Each minute that ticked by increased my pickle-lust and my frustration for not being able to find them in the aisle they were normally in.
Finally after dodging blue haired ladies poring over their stacks of coupons in what seemed like virtually every aisle (it must have been the day the old-folks home chartered the bus to the store), I found the pickles!
My eyes zeroed in on the last jar of Clausens sitting all alone on the shelf surrounded by the space that once held the lone jar's friends.
Out of the corner of my eye, merely three steps before I reached the shelf--a hand reached out and plucked the briney fruits of my labored search from the shelf, and stuck the jar into her cart.
My yearning quickly melted away to rage.
"Who the hell do you think you are stealing MY pickles?!" I yelled to the girl now walking away with my jar.
She slowly turned around to look and me, and with an amused look in her eye and a slight smile on her face she replied,
"Why, I'm Cristi." and strode away completely non-plussed by my outburst.
I slunk out of the grocery store back into the stormy night, or warm sunshine, defeated and pickeless.

Karen and Rocky said...

Oh! You must remember the time we were over at your house when we were about 10 and you just got that cool new curling brush. You said that you could flip my hair out with it. Didn't work. you got the darn thing stuck in my hair and we had to go over to your grumpy neighbor's house and ask her to help us because your parents were grocery shopping. We were so scared of her but she did manage to get it out of my hair. We were surprised and relieved that she wasn't drunk. Remember the hotchocolate we had after? We filled the cups up with about 20 mini marshmallows each and made such a mess. We made a pact to never use such an appliance again.

turtlegirl76 said...

*snerk* These are too funny.

Kay said...

Remember the time we won tickets to that baseball game from that radio station that used to be on the high end of the dial -- 104, 105 something? They went under a few years back, but they had that really funny drive-time DJ. They turned out to be pretty good seats, huh? And they showed you on the jumbotron because of your silly shirt, hah!

Anonymous said...

cozumel - the beach - the night - the drunk man whose pants we stole - the note we left tied to his --- ahh the fun we had. I know we swore never to speak of this again, but the felony continues to follow me.

Infamous Angel said...

ah... the good old days... remember when you and I had that contest under the bleachers?? We decided to see who could do the most number of boys the fastest? I, of course, breezed through mine, but you bogged down with the big fella..what was his name again... (hits her head, trying to remember).. Richar... no.. Robert... no.. BOB! That's it! And then he wanted to MARRY you and you had to tell him it was just in fun and he was HEARTbroken and then you DID marry him just because he cried so much and ... hmm... whatever happened to Bob anyways??



HOW many kids?

Well, I'm sure they're just as nice as pie...