Cause ya'll know I hate being left out....
Seems as though everyone is doing it and I think it is sooo funny!
I found this on Rach's site. Its a hoot!
Give it a try: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 paragraph on your blog and be surprised (or mortified) about what people DON'T ACTUALLY remember about you.
I found this on Rach's site. Its a hoot!
Give it a try: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 paragraph on your blog and be surprised (or mortified) about what people DON'T ACTUALLY remember about you.
Ohmigosh! I can still remember the first time I met you! We were at Stonehenge on the winter solstice. I was there with the Goth kids - we were doing a tour of Europe's spookiest places and you were there with your friends from you Earth Mother Birthing Group. You stuck out from the crowd because (a.) you were barefoot and it was December and it was in England and (b.) you had all those little spirit bells attached to your flowy clothes and you jingled everywhere you went.
ReplyDeleteImagine my surprise when we met again, years later, at that Mary Kay convention. Time really changes people, doesn't it? *sigh*
Yes it does change people doesn't it?!?
ReplyDeleteI still love bells and love to make noise as we ride through town in your Mary Kay pnk Cadillac. Thank you for always letting me call Shot Gun.
Why is it that I'm with you every.single.time. you get arrested for saddling up those fiberglass cows you're so crazy about?
ReplyDeleteI'm gettin tired of saying these words: "She's off her meds, officer."
Well, I would be much better off RevMom if you would not hock my saddle to make my bond!
ReplyDeleteIt's just to protect you, dear. I figure if I can slowly whittle away at the inventory of saddles of yours I can finally get you over your cow-obssesion.
ReplyDeleteGiddyup!
We're your friends, Mindy - we are here to help you through this rodeo.
ReplyDelete(Is anyone getting any work done? I am having too too much fun with this!)
Mindy, I remember that time that we perfomed emergency CPR on those frogs by the Mississippi River. Those medals we got were very pretty. I can't believe you sold yours on eBay :)
ReplyDeleteRemember the time that Rachel taught me how to mime saddling a fiberglass cow cause all of my saddles were hocked?!?!?
ReplyDeleteOh 2K's I remember and still have the newspaper clipping! I had to sell the medal sugar. ~plays sad music~ I had to pay for the *operation*
ReplyDeleteMindy---
ReplyDeleteI can't believe it. You pulled off a triple.
We're not worthy! We're not worthy!
(And no, as a matter of fact, I am not getting my sermon written. I'm afraid there will be no gospel for St.Stoic this Sunday.)
Oooohh. The "operation". *sniff, sniff*
ReplyDeleteWhat did you end up doing with that stick?
Mindy,
ReplyDeleteRemember the time we stole the car and rode to Amarillo to meet up with those guys? What were their names again, Pedro and Cisco? And then they robbed us, tied us up and left us for dead on the side of the road. I still have rope burn scars on my ankles. So glad we're past that stage.
Rachel...have I told you lately how much Mimes remind me of clowns??
ReplyDeleteAnd I sold the stick on Ebay thank you very much!
YT, I remember that time. We met them when were were at in the Roller Derby and they followed up from town to town. Then we got that telegram from them asking us to come to Amarillo. We just never did skate the same after that did we?
ReplyDeleteI kinda liked parts of that stage. ~grins~
And I had to sell my skates on ebay.
Bwwaaaaaha ha ha!
ReplyDeleteMust.get.back.to.work.
Mom Gator, or at least thats what I call you now. Remember when you found me as a baby floating down river surrounded by a herd of alligators, you swam (dog paddled) to me, fighting them off with your star glues to a popsicle stick wand. You always could do a mean dog paddle. I bet you never told anyone thats why I call you Mom Gator, have you. I love you so much and I am just so thank full that I didn't have to grow up on the bayou river being raised by very large reptiles.
ReplyDeleteDear, dear Princess, there can be no fonder memory for me than of your coronation. What a sparkling day in Monte Carlo! You know, it could have been one of those extremely embarassing moments that no one mentions in polite company, but you absolutely saved the day. I mean, spreading out your cape like that so I could quickly change my lederhosen behind you! That was brilliant. And the people loved it, too. Well, I will tell you that I learned my lesson--no drastic dietary changes on "public" days for me ever again. You will always be my Princess!
ReplyDeleteI remember that day Hibou. I caught Princess at the local homeless shelter trying to sell your used and slightly discolored laderhosen. When no one would pay up, she became unruly and had to be restrained by the local authorities. As they dragged her out of the soup kitchen kicking and screaming she mumbled something about saddles, fiberglass cows and sticking it to the man. I wasn't quite sure what to make of that.
ReplyDeleteMindy do you remember that woman at Wal-Mart. The one who didn't return her trolley. When she heard about your 2$ reward sigh she was so angry and reported it to the mayor's office saying it was discrimination against those who weren't able to return their carts because of busy shedules. Can you believe her nerve!!!
ReplyDeletesigh - what a woman. and yeah I know I'm being judgemental here :(
I do remember Lorna!! And remember, you were the attorney that I hired?!?!? And you won my case and she had to pay us a billion dollars??
ReplyDeleteIt was on Bourbon Street. We were at that conference for public justice in primary education. You and I were on a panel and decided to take a stroll after. Way pre-Katrina. I know how you got your beads, but don't worry. I ain't tellin'.
ReplyDeletePatti! That explains sooo much! (She always gets nervous and rushes to change the channel whenever those "Girls Gone Wild" video commercials are on.)
ReplyDelete~applaudes~ Patti...that one was good!
ReplyDeleteBaby gator, I remember that day like it was yesterday. There I was, in a tug of war with that gator. He had you by the finger and I had you by the feet. I won that day but he kept a small piece of your finger. That finger is precious to me even though you hate it so.
remember that time I showed up so late for the party that all there was to do was help you clean up? That sucked 'cuz someone ate too much chili and puked all over the couch. At first all you wanted to do was scrape off the big chunks and flip over the cushion, but I suggested taking it to the cleaners so there wouldn't be a smell. What did you decide to do?
ReplyDeleteOh Renee, I was just too embarassed to take it to the dry cleaners so I hauled it out to the curb intending for the trash truck to haul it away. I was aghast when I looked up and saw a nice looking older woman having 2 guys load it up in the back of a pick-up! I was shocked when I saw it on an old episode of Martha Stewart the other day....she totally reupholstered it and it looked better than it had when it was new. I think that she Febreezed it really well.
ReplyDelete*giggle* That's just too funny... I wonder if she took the sofa with her to jail?
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