Finding Krissi

This My Memory Monday brought to you by the Beautifully Wicked Willow. Take it away Willow. . . There are so many memories from my first 3 years of school.  In kindergarten I said my first curse word.  My friend Sarah told me the foul four letter word and I repeated it, and then we both had to stay after scool that day.  We had to stack all the chairs on top of the table... for us, it seemed like honest to goodness torture.  Some experiences bond you to those around you.  Sarah and I became best friends for years; all through elementary (even when she was put in Catholic school for not giving up those naughty words), junior high and high school.  Even now; many, many, MANY years since the chair incident, we still giggle like school-girls when we run into eachother around town. First grade was a bit easier.  I knew how to be a student and I had the nicest first grade teacher in the whole school.  Mrs. Broomstopple was students' dream come true -- a...

When I started school I was barely five years old. Having a summer birthday I was one of the youngest students in the classroom. This really didn’t matter because I was more than ready to start school. My first teacher was Mrs. Choate. However, I thought her name was Mrs. Choake. I thought it was scary to have a teacher named Mrs. Choake. All year long every time I said Mrs. Choake she would correct me and say Mrs. Choate. I think I was in the third grade before I realized she was correcting me. This may have possibly been my very first blonde moment. I really had no clue why she always repeated her name back to me. Every time she said Mrs. Choate I would think, ”Yes, I know Mrs. Choake. Why are you correcting me?” When I started kindergarten I knew all my ABC’s and had the amazing ability of writing my name. It was pretty awesome. Especially considering I had to explain that I was not named Kristi that my name was Krissi. That is another story for another day. By the time I finished K...

If your lucky you have a person in your life that makes you laugh. I don't mean ha ha kind of laughing. I mean milk squirting out your nose kind of laughing. The kind of laughing that just makes your day better. Willow has always been one of those people in my life. She makes me laugh she has always made me laugh. She has guts and courage and the kind of smile that just makes you want her as your friend. Over the past couple of years she has left comment after comment that had me giggling. Yes giggling. Finally at long last I have coaxed her out of the comment page and onto an actual post. One day she will start her own blog and become an over night success. Until that day I plan on stealing her talent. Hey, what are friends for? So without further ado here is the Beautifully Wicked Willow's "My Memory Monday," post. Go ahead I dare you not to laugh. Leave comments it took a bit of coaxing people. Now then, about my bike. Well, about my first bike, I am fairly certa...

This week, “My Memory Monday,” is all about your very first bike. My first bike was candy apple red with a white banana seat. Do you remember those banana seats? I seem to recall that the bike had been carefully refurnished and at one point in time had belonged to my mom. I really have no idea how old I was when I learned how to ride a bike. I know that I was living in the house my parents had built and I know that I was wearing shorts and a tank top. In Utah that can only mean it was summer. No shorts, tank tops and flip-flops in the winter. I have a memory of my dad running behind me holding on to the seat. I can recall the feeling of fear and giddiness as we rode down the street. Being as I am a mom who has lived through four kids learning to ride their bikes I am pretty sure that I must have crashed and burned a time or two and I am sure that I had some fear. I was not what you would consider a brave child. While the memory of that first bike and learning to ride is not precise, I ...

So I have had this idea for a little while running around in my head. It is called Memory Monday. Intrigued? It really is simple. I will share with you one memory or other and then if you want you can create a post on your blog and we can all travel down memory lane together. I am even going to try to figure out that Mr. Linky Thingy. No matter how old you are life has had to change a tad. I mean when I think back there use to be a time where there was no Internet, no Cell Phones, and Apple was a dying company. Gas was less than a dollar and Johnny Dep was on "21 Jump Street." There is just something about tripping down memory lane that brings a smile to your lips. For my first post, I was thinking where should I start and it occurred to me I should start where my memory begins. My very earliest memory has to be before I started school and I am standing in the house my parents are building. What I know is we moved into that house before I started kindergarten. So I must be fo...