Sunday, December 04, 2005

Ah yes... I remember it well....

Being forced to post again. Good thing my mother is so bossy. Without her I would probably forget I even have a blog! ;o)

Perhaps sometime I'll actually write something....

"It's totally random!
If you read this, if your eyes are passing over this right now, even if we don't speak often, 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 little paragraph on your blog and be surprised (or mortified) about what people DON'T ACTUALLY remember about you."

4 comments:

Jane, aka Mama said...

Remember the afternoon we stumbled across that quaint little general store on a back road in Ohio. We fished humongous pickles out of the barrel. You loved it until I showed you the sauerkraut crock. Then you couldn't wait to get out of there! (it did have a lovely layer of mold on the top.)

LutheranCowgirl said...

Hey, Bep! Remember that time when we thought we could fly, so we ran to the top of the Rave and discovered that {gasp] we actually could? Then, we flew aaaaall the way to Mexico, where we found our brain sipping two pina coladas with Captain Morgan. It was a lovely evening, dining with Jack Sparrow and Sark...

I must say, the most fun was probably when we flew over to Denmark for an extended weekend, dancing with European princes and singing the Phantom at the top of our lungs.

Oh, and don't forget our last little excursion when we finally made it back to the States - when we put on the gorgeous dresses in Von Maur and waltzed to the heavenly music of the piano.

Ah, the memories!

Katsuke said...

There was that time when I was at your house and Callie bit me, so we threw her in the full bathtub... then she got really mad and bit me again. At which point you started laughing so hard you fell over, alas you fell forward... also into the full tub.
You escaped unscathed, but we learned to never dump a mad cat in the bath.

Thomas said...

Well, I know that these are supposed to be "fictional" but since something more outlandish than any fiction happened to our youth group (as in Redeemer's Youth Group) I figured that would be just as good. If you don't remember what I am talking about, it is most likely because your mind was erased, along with anyone else who dosen't remember, as I will explain in a little bit.

First of all, it all happened when we were getting ready to head to St. Louis. We actually were taking a plane instead of "driving." Everything up to getting on the plane went smoothly. We made it through customs with only a few small discrepancies (apparently they do not allow very small animals on planes.) Anyway, we got on board and hit smooth sailing for a few miles, or whatever they call it in airplane lingo, when a large bird appeared out of nowhere. The pilot, in a desperate bid to save the bird's life, veered to the left. The bird remained unscathed, but the jerking motion was enough to launch the compartment our youth group was sitting in ajar. We plummeted several hundred feet and somehow landed safely upon a strange island.

Dazed and confused, we stumbled out of our shattered airplane section. We surveyed the island we had landed on, noticing that it was actually a rather pleasant place. It was a tropical island with palm trees and such. We went about setting up camp. We used part of the destroyed metal to form a sort of round table. This is where we would sit and conduct our meetings. Patrick, however, took a small piece and made his own table. We continued to set up a small base of operations. We also discovered that you (Bethany) had been reading medical books in your spare time and could deal with any scrapes or bruises we had, not to mention the occasional life-threatening diseases we would come into contact with. This was very convienent, though this knowledge may have accidentally been erased from your mind.

Continuing on with this litte venture of ours, we soon came to realize that this island was not the "happy place" it had first appeared. Why, not two days after we had arrived we were attacked by a large polar bear. This was rather alarming, considering that we were on a seemingly tropical island. Fortunately, this never happened again, although it was also never explained, and still bothers me to this day...

There were also some strange things within our own ranks. For one thing, some kind of madness overtook me, maybe because I was in charge of hunting, and I took to calling Patrick "piggy" plus I broke his glasses. Eventually, the small army of prairie dogs that I had risen and I fled into the jungle. What followed that I am not quite sure of, though I did learn that they are quite and advanced species.

Anyway, eventually Patrick found a strange hatch, which led into some kind of underground cavern. I think that is where everyone got their minds wiped. After that we were rescued. I think the island blew up too.

That is pretty much it.

Disclaimer Note: I have never seen, heard, or read anything about any TV show called Lost, I do not know if it even exists (which, if it existed, would probably have two characters named after famous philospers, probably people like John Locke or Jacques Rousseau). Likewise I have never seen, heard, or read a book titled Lord of The Flies, which I also do not even know if it exists.


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