This Fresh, Hot Meme was created by Everyday Mommy, and I was tagged by Katrina. It's a perfect day for a meme.
I'm going to tag some other blogging buddies who might need a little jump start (an easy post, but with some great questions that inquiring minds want to know):
Laura, who has a different look each week these days! I like this one.
Katherine
Michelle
Blest
Also my secret anonymous blogger friend(LCZ)
1. Favorite memory of your mother?
My mom was always a lot of fun growing up. One day when I was probably about twelve, I had one of those grocery store sheet cakes for my birthday. It had gotten old and stale. Somehow, my mom started a cake fight! I don't remember the details, but I remember running around the front yard with my mom, sister, and a friend flinging cake and frosting.
2. Favorite memory of your father?
Since he reads the blog, I'll give you two:
Dad would sing while we were driving around, and we would do what I called "car dance." He would hold my hand, and guide it, as he would a jitterbugger who he was telling when to twirl out. "I'll be down to get you in a taxi, honey. Better be ready 'bout a half past eight. Now, dearie don't be late, we wanna be there when the band starts playing. . . . "
When Terry and I were about to make our first cross country move, from Texas to Portland, we had to pick a home in one weekend, on our house hunting trip. We thought that an objective eye, or at least a second opinion might be very helpful. Dad and Susan came with bells on. When I say, "with bells on," I mean that he was excited. Very excited. Each morning by 8:00 am, we'd hear, "C'mon, let's go!" (clap, whistle). I remember doing some exploring on that trip and finding the house that was a great place to live for three years. I also have great memories from each trip that he and Susan have made (twice yearly, usually), both to Portland and up here to Connecticut.
3. Favorite memory of your sibling(s)?
I remember us fighting on the way to school in high school. I was a senior and she was a freshman, and I had to drive her. I even took her boyfriend. She would be grouchy and we would fight, and I thought it was unfair, because I was doing this big favor for her. I share that as background to enhance this much sweeter memory. One year, only a year or two before that one, she bought me a Christmas present, with her own money I think, and it was all her idea. She wrapped it and put it under the tree. She was overflowing with excitement, "You'll never guess what it is! I hope you like it! I can't wait until Christmas." I think I have recently shared this with her, but I just couldn't take it. I had to know what that gift was. So, I gently eased the tape up one day, slipped the box out, and opened it to find an eye shadow compact. Now, did I use this information for evil, and let her know I knew? No, no. One day we were sitting around, and I just happened to say, "I really need some new eye shadow." When Christmas morning came, I opened her gift first. As soon as I opened it, she beamed, knowing her gift was a success and repeating my words, "I really need some eye shadow."
4. What one skill would you like to wake up tomorrow and be able to do (though you'd never learned it)?
Print money? Run? (wake up with the stamina to do it) Make art?
5. Which one of your dreams has come true?
To be a wife and a mother have both always been dreams of mine. I am proud of my family and my chosen avocation.
Monday, October 02, 2006
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8 comments:
Your dad reads your blog? That's great. Mine says he doesn't need one of those high falootin' newfangled 'puters. :-) Actually, when I think about it, I might be glad he doesn't read my blog.
Your memories are so nice. I love this meme that Jules started.
I think I'm already in the hole in the meme department. I'll try though - this looks like fun! I can't believe your mom started a cake fight! That's hilarious!
Oh, such sweet memories. And I can not imagine my mother starting a cake fight - how fun! Thanks for doing this.
Jennifer,
Yesterday, when we went into the Cresent Hotel the pipe organ was playing "I'll be down to get you in a taxi...". Three days earlier, at the Ozark Folk Center, one of the performers sang it. I resolved then to pass on the song that Daddy sang to me. Tell Amanda to be ready.
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I'll have to get on this one soon! I'm awful at memories. My sisters always say "hey remember the time whe- oh never mind." I never remember. I'll see what I can't conjure up though. :)
As for my templates? I've spent the first two weeks in our new home without a working oven, refrigerator and now a water heater (no laundry, showers, dishes, etc) so I'm a tad bored. I guess I could try to read or something. I wish I knew how to write one of those templates from scratch!
Is that me you are speaking of?
I'll try and give it a whirl this week - I promise.
Very cool that your dad not only reads, but also responds!
Also - yes I did say Elvis first!
Love your answers to this!
I saw your comment on my blog, and yes I'm an Aggie. Class of '93, how about you? I was there when Breakaway was only about 150 people instead of 6,000.
Nice peeks into your life. I love the fact that your Dad reads your blog. (He dances?) I think my son reads mine secretly... he has it bookmarked! And you unwrapped a Christmas gift... I thought my sister and I were the only ones!
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