Thursday, July 17, 2008

Memory 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, 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.



Jessica said...

Oh, I have a memory! This one is funny. You were little, probably about 3 or 4, I think (to me you are perpetually 3). You turned and asked me, "Why are you always at my house, Quita?" You didn't ask it nicely. After that, I think I referred to you as "Mouth", as in smart-mouth. But, I got over it and just love you to bits, now.

I also remember you in your little, white shawl/sweater - the one you're wearing in the family picture on your parents' wall.

Mendy said...

Do you really want to do this with me, Chica?

I will NEVER forget you pooping the bed we shared when you were about four and I was twelvish. I rolled over and my hand hit something soft--your underpants-clad butt (you were laying on your stomach). I thought I was going to die when I realized what it was. Thankfully, mom was home and took care of things.

On a nicer note: you were always my human Barbie. I could do your hair and make-up daily and not tire of it.

And riding on the Segways with you this summer was pretty hilarious, even though you got mad at me because you thought you were going to lose your job.

Tracy said...

Since I've only known you through a blog and Mendy, my memory is from your sweet sister, who told me the story of how your mom used to send you downstairs to tell her and her boyfriend to come up for air. Then you'd ask, "What does that mean?" Do you know what it means now?

Mary said...

My memory of you is often times, but one especially poignant memory of me carrying you down a rock path in my bare feet to the camp bathroom so you didn't pee yourself. Now that is friendship. Also Blaire's party and the dog collar. Good times.

Amber said...

I have lofty memories of you vomitting macaroni and cheese into my hands. Why you crave that vile food every time you have tummy trouble to this day, I have no idea.

Candace said...

I remember being at Beckie's house for something and we were spending the night. Someone made you laugh so hard you went into the bathroom and peed yourself on the rug. good times!!!

Anonymous said...

when i was 3-6 you would refuse to get out of bed! grandma always told me,tori,and megan to wake you up!