"With the kind You show Yourself kind, with the blameless You show Yourself blameless." 2 Samuel 22:26
Tuesday, February 28, 2006
Memories
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 memory of you and me. It can be anything you want, either good or bad.
It isn't a memory of "you and me" as much as just you in the church. It was a 5th Sunday Sing. You brought your guitar, and played. I think it was something that you thought up. It was awesome, and we were all blessed.
I remember when you almost clipped a horse with a streetluge, ate a whole pack of turkey bacon while camping, owned "The Colt Wagon", masterfully drove a mini-van full of audio equipment, sporadically kicked people in the yoohoo's just because you could, substituted for a bird dog, got pimp slapped by a girl after you wouldn't give her your rose...
Brian, I remember when you was born. You was the cutest baby. I also remember when you fell in your room one morning getting ready for school when you was in the 5th grade and broke your arm. There's so much more that I don't have time and room to write.
5 comments:
Bob,
It isn't a memory of "you and me" as much as just you in the church. It was a 5th Sunday Sing. You brought your guitar, and played. I think it was something that you thought up. It was awesome, and we were all blessed.
Tim
Remember when you were a wee little bob? Yeah, I don't. :-)
"its a muggy night here in houston..." need i say more?
I remember when you almost clipped a horse with a streetluge, ate a whole pack of turkey bacon while camping, owned "The Colt Wagon", masterfully drove a mini-van full of audio equipment, sporadically kicked people in the yoohoo's just because you could, substituted for a bird dog, got pimp slapped by a girl after you wouldn't give her your rose...
Brian,
I remember when you was born. You was the cutest baby. I also remember when you fell in your room one morning getting ready for school when you was in the 5th grade and broke your arm. There's so much more that I don't have time and room to write.
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