December 6, 2005

DIY Meme, a.k.a, Give Me Some Drama

In my last drama-free post, Richard gave me a good idea. Since my life, thankfully, is lacking in drama, you get to make up some for me. Whether you know me or not, even if you have never been here before, make up a fake memory of us. That is, 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.

And, for the record, I am very much enjoying the fact that my life is quite good and relatively easy at the moment. It's hard not to worry about the other shoe dropping, but I am doing well with it! I have to embrace these times, though, as they too shall pass. All good things must come to an end. Every silver lining's got a touch of grey. Et cetera. Et cetera.


(I stole this meme from a blog Ice Cream that I haven't quite read yet, but have already stolen from. See how that works, I steal from you and then I read you. I'm unconventional, what can I say?)

 
 

14 Comments:

At 16:38, Blogger luckybuzz said...

Oooh ooh ooh! Do you remember that time in Albuquerque that we stayed up all night drinking those blue drinks with the plastic monkeys in them, and we met those adorable boys who plied us with tequila shots and claimed to be in some band, and we decided to go up to the top of that mountain to watch the sun rise and it was really really cold and just as the sky was starting to light up you saw a shooting star, and none of the rest of us saw it but you said we could wish on it anyway?

That was awesome.

 
At 18:26, Blogger Jesse said...

OH man, Do you remeber that time we saved all those vicious wolverines from those cute and cuddly trout? What were we doing that day? Didn't we get slushies from the 7Eleven? Yeah thats right, I had the blue kind and I think you mixed all the flavours, didn't you? Thats always kinda good, but kinda gross too... Anyway, we were just walking along drinking those slurpies when we heard those voices. Sounded like some trout. There were so many trout problems that year. You said we should check it out. I was so apprehensive about it though, but you twisted my arm, literally. And that hurt... ANd sure enough we rounded the corner and there were 3 brooke trout harassing those vicious man eating wolverines. THose wolverines looked terrified as the growled and snarled and mauled everyone in site. Didn't you shout at the trout, and tell them they smelled or something? Whatever it was, I was laughing, a lot. Those trout never new what hit them. They swam away all disgruntled at stuff. OH, and those precious wolverines were so thankful afterwards as they clawed out our eyes. We definitely did our good deed that day.

I haven't seen many trout around lately...

 
At 19:14, Blogger luckybuzz said...

Hey, I want whatever Jesse's been putting in his cookies.

 
At 19:48, Blogger a.j.ashberry said...

I remember that night you had spent gathering up pop cans for the 5 cent deposite - you were needing a "fix", right, and so you took these, like 5 lawn and leaf bags (Hefty not the generic Surefine - that's a whole other story) up to the guy at the grocery store counter... all I remember is you yelling "Communist BASTARD!!!" or was it "Fascist PIG!!!" I don't know but every one was staring and I'm all backin' away like "Hey, I don't know her."

Ahh. Good times.
Glad your rid of that monkey.

 
At 03:23, Blogger ingrid said...

Do you remember the time we had those fabulous flaming sambuca shooters but we let the flame burn a bit too long and both ended up with blistered lips?

I never drank one again.

 
At 05:30, Blogger Richard said...

After much "fantasizing" here is my contribution:

For several years our families vacationed at the same lake. I didn’t like it because we went off season because the rates were so much more reasonable and it wasn’t crowded or noisy.

You probably don’t remember when we first met because you were only 3 (ok, ok, 3-1/2) – I was a much older and mature 6. Actually I’m not sure I remember either, but I’m pretty sure it was in the sandlot (at least this is the earliest memory I have of you)

There weren’t many other kids around - actually none, only old folk seemed to vacation at that time. They would smile saccharinely as long as we were quiet and would look disapprovingly if we dared disturb their peaceful calm with shouts of joy and glee, as children are wont to do.

You were the only kid around to play with. I think the first time we played together, you were trying to build sandcastles in the sandlot that they had, but you weren’t doing to well because you kept scooping up too much dry sand in the bucket. You asked me to help. “Sure, why not”, I thought, maybe it will entertain me for a while.

So we build row upon row of sandcastles with walls around to protect it. It wasn’t perfect, but it was better than being stuck with a bunch of boring adults. And for a little kid, you weren’t really all that bad ;-)

 
At 09:51, Blogger Ms. Q said...

Luckbuzz, I love your story!

Jesse, I want whatever is in your cookies, too!

AJ, it was supposed to be a FAKE memory! And the way I remember it, that was you! ;)

Ingrid, Ouch! Sadly, that sounds like something I'd actually do. =(

Richard, awwww. That is sweet.

Everybody, wow, thanks for making me smile and laugh! This is fun.

 
At 16:23, Blogger BrightStar said...

I told you ice skating wasn't so hard. I took you to the rink, but you didn't even want to put skates on. I begged you. I told you it would be okay. It's sort of like walking, only... not... and if you fell, it would be on ice, which is what you put on yourself when you're hurt, anyhow, right? I promised you we would be okay. So you eventually put on the skates and inched out to the edge of the rink. I scooted on out there and wobbled a bit, which almost convinced you we were crazy and you were sure we couldn't do this. But then I said that whatever happened, we'd try it together. So you shimmied out onto the ice. We held hands and wobbled along. Yes, we both fell once or twice, but it was more fun than painful.

 
At 17:55, Blogger Beth Fish said...

Remember that time we picked up those guys in that bar and then. Oh, wait. My husband reads your site. Nevermind.

 
At 20:01, Blogger a.j.ashberry said...

That was fun. Yes. I found that to be a rather enjoyable excericise. : )
Thank you.

 
At 22:26, Blogger trillwing said...

Remember the halcyon days of last summer? Ahhh... Playing chicken with the Amtrak trains as they roared along the coastline, peeling the pesky tar from our feet with the aid of lighter fluid, and taking pot-shots at the ground squirrels with your potato gun. Good times. Good times.

 
At 10:04, Blogger my imperfect offering said...

Remember that time back in high school when that skanky girl tried to steal your boyfriend? You were so pissed and I was more than happy to help you get even with her. So we sneaked over to your boyfriend's house and there was her truck sitting in the driveway, just begging for us to fill its' gas tank up with sugar. We could barely hold the bag still because we were laughing so hard, and sugar kept spilling out onto the ground and we were afraid that someone would see it. But the scariest part was when the cops drove by, right as we were high-fiving each other for a job well done, so we hauled ass into the bushes and hid until they were gone. The next morning the skank called us up and was like, "Did you HEAR?? Someone poured sugar in my gas tank last night!" and we were like, "Oh wow...really?" Man, we were some evil bitches...

 
At 00:58, Anonymous stephie said...

hey, remember that time we were walking to your house, because your car ran out of gas (even though I told you it was going to and you said it wouldn't)? We must have walked for about a mile when some guy you knew wanted to know where we were going and if we wanted a ride or not. We jumped in the back of his truck, and ended up at the lake drinking too much rum & coke. And then remember when you decided to go skinny-dipping and dared me to go, too, but I wouldn't? So you went with Joe, or was it John? And when you guys finally got back out, you were covered in leaches from your neck to your feet.. I never laughed so hard in my life! Then you got mad and began throwing the ones you had picked off of you at me, and one got in my hair and I was all screaming and stuff, and then that guy Jake or whatever came over and tried to help me, when I noticed he was liking our jumping around waaaaaaaaaaay too much? So then we told him we had to use the restroom at the gas station, and took off in his truck, promising to bring back more beer.. and we ended up at this really cool house party - it was a friend of a friend, and she like let us borrow some clothes after we washed up. And then we all went to the local midnight movie of "Rocky Horror Picture Show", and when we came out the cops were standing around that guy's truck with him - was it Jeff? And we ran off before they noticed, but still all dressed up in our Rocky costumes....? We had a blast that night. Until you fell off your high heels and twisted your ankle. I don't think that e.r. nurse had even HEARD of Rocky Horror, much less seen a couple of Transexual Trasvestites From Transelvania before....!!!

 
At 19:44, Anonymous Anonymous said...

remember when our paths crossed in the 15th Century. you'd have nothing to do with a peasant celt if it were not for my good will and horse whispering abilities. you'd have been trampled to death; of that i'm sure!!! of course i would have been just as pleased to see it so with the likes of any well to do Brit traveling arrogantly through the lands of my ancestors. alas, you were different: your countenance denied the wisom of your years. we had met another time, another dimension...another land!! filthy was i; clearly not fit to be in thy presence. but you coyly grinned your approval and dismissed your travel companions for the moment. your humble gratitude behind the carriage was more bountiful than i would have dreamed...we were to meet again, discreetly, upon your next trip to the isle as your family surveyed the land upon which my family toiled for generations. pride be gone; we were to meet. you died in a storm while crossing the channel...i was to never see you again in that life and my grief (unable to share with anyone) consumed me for the rest of my days...that time behind the carriage in the countryside of ireland dearly was transcendant and endures fondly through every lifetime that i have known...

Mr. Q

 

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