ghosting about – nocturnal
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Monday, July 28, 2008
Play the Game
This is a pretty fun game, participate if you want! Add 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! 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. 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.
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I remember this time we were all at Mom and Dad's house in Bloomington. We were old enough to all be married, so it must have been an early sister's weekend. We were doing our walk for sodas to Short Stop. We were walking three (or maybe more) wide, talking and laughing. But we were realizing that even apart, we are together. We all watched "Seventh Heaven" against our husbands wishes. We all had the same exact hair brush. It was so fun to realize that land can seperate us, but that we are always, always connected in our hearts!
How do we choose just one memory? I remember as a kid teasing you and calling you salad - knowing that you didn't like salads! Oh, you would get so mad!! Really, you remember more memories of the things I did to you growing up. You tell me and I can't believe what a mean sister I was!! I am so glad that we are best buds now!! I love you!!
I have this memory when you must have been going to UVSC and you had to be married or getting ready to be married and you took me to the library with you and I was reading your cosmo and you said, Jay and I read this because we like to read all the sex stories and then laugh at them! I just remembering, I can't wait to do that with my husband one day. It was really funny.
I remember when Dad and I went to a teacher/parent conference for Kindergarten in Cedar Rapids. The teacher said you didn't color inside the lines. The teacher said it three times. About then Dad said "Maybe she doesn't want to color inside the lines." we all do things differently. I felt you did fine not coloring inside the lines.
Also in Cedar Rapids we delivered the newspapers in the morning. One morning going up "O" Ave. an owl flew off a roof top and sweep past your head. That certainly made your heart race. One time delivering papers the snow was so deep it took longer to delivery the papers. Dad came looking for us, he was worried about us. Oh those newspapers. One time while collecting the money, a big, dark dog jumped into our car as we were getting inside. We didn't know the dog. The owner came and helped us get it out. I remember also that you would wear your clothes to bed at night, so you didn't have to get dressed in the morning.We really worked together on those papers.
I remember coming out to visit you in NYC. SO much fun! As we were walking across the Brooklyn Bridge I asked what the gold statue on top of one of the millions of skyscrapers was for. (I had never been so inundated with art everywhere before so I assumed you knew what it was for.) You replied it was the new temple. "Really! I didn't know you guys got a temple so fast!" Then you died laughing. I think I quit asking about all the art after that. It was just everywhere, just like the garbage in Mexico.
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