a typophiles dream come true
You can go to Wordle and make your own. I kind of want to print this out hang it in Gentry’s room.
Also, here is a fun game.
Your first memory of me…
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. 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.
OK then.
July 29th, 2008 at 8:14 am
That word thing is DARLING!
A fun memory I have of you is when you were pregnant with Gentry. You walked around in lava wrap skirts placed strategically to cover you without making you hot. Then you insited on having all of the windows open-while we all had coats on. Good times… I completely understand you now!
July 29th, 2008 at 9:19 am
I am not leaving my first memory. I am leaving one of my favorites. I am rebellious like that. Our Japanese Calligraphy Class. You sit in a class with a dear friend philosophizing about life and the perils that come with it, all the while creating art somewhat mindlessly. Does life get any better than that? hehe.
July 30th, 2008 at 8:10 am
Strangely, I do remember the first time I saw you. You were in our dorm room washing dishes in khaki pants. How happy we were randomly assigned to be roommates and then decided to keep being roommates.
July 30th, 2008 at 7:03 pm
I remember that you used to put our cat on a blanket, then catapult it so high that it would smash into the ceiling and then for the rest of it’s life, it would walk around and bite ankles at random.
July 31st, 2008 at 8:16 am
This isn’t very fun or exciting. But I really enjoyed taking exercise classes with you up at Utah State. Remember how we would never get into the freezing pool to swim laps and then when we finally did, we’d whine for 10 minutes and then get like 3 minutes of good swimming in and call it a day. Or remember how in kickboxing we noticed one of the girls was kind of weird and then we realized she was deaf? Those were good times.
July 31st, 2008 at 2:50 pm
We had the best outfits at USU. The leopard print nighty, frizzy hair and huge foil belt buckles, etc. Go Wranglers. Painting our lips with whopper egg candies. Making pepper and spaghetti garlands. The list goes on. Good times. Then being next door neighbors and eating your delicious creations, mystery gourds, ransom notes and police tape, balloons on our porch when we brought Bryce home from the hospital, crying when we said goodbye and I left for the middle of nowhere. So many fun memories (except for the goodbye part–that was no fun). I’m so glad we all ended up in Davis 302. Who knew such fun would follow when we all met that first day?