tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4567847800127708589.post3094929868768576603..comments2023-07-01T09:30:27.333-06:00Comments on The Vranes Domain: The Memory Thing Going AroundJohnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03308475748909915385noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4567847800127708589.post-7839526278617863492008-08-02T10:42:00.000-06:002008-08-02T10:42:00.000-06:00Hey Tiffany, how are you? We moved to Las Cruces, ...Hey Tiffany, how are you? We moved to Las Cruces, I'm sure Rochelle told you. My fondest memory of you is us standing in the park talking about everything. I felt like I had known you forever!Shane and Michellehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04801237878438991275noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4567847800127708589.post-89378436564983286132008-07-25T12:08:00.000-06:002008-07-25T12:08:00.000-06:00a recent one that comes to mind is you calling and...a recent one that comes to mind is you calling and always leaving messages as billy. those are always enjoyable to hear how his life is going :)Courtneyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10082848149475846240noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4567847800127708589.post-15506387185740150912008-07-25T09:14:00.000-06:002008-07-25T09:14:00.000-06:00Ok, one more, I couldn't decide. It was two weeks ...Ok, one more, I couldn't decide. It was two weeks before Abby was born and there was a knock on my door at about 10:30 pm. It was Tiff! And she had some big news! Thanks for stopping by on your way home. It was awesome. Here's the link for the pic.<BR/><BR/>http://www.jamesandshauna.com/photos/tiff_and_john/Tiff%20and%20John%20Engaged%20002.jpgShaunahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13082559330133243570noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4567847800127708589.post-60514034803465120332008-07-25T09:06:00.000-06:002008-07-25T09:06:00.000-06:00This comment has been removed by the author.Shaunahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13082559330133243570noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4567847800127708589.post-33827900594277465012008-07-25T08:56:00.000-06:002008-07-25T08:56:00.000-06:00January, 15 degrees, 4am, stupid boys = long walks...January, 15 degrees, 4am, stupid boys = long walks to 7 Eleven for Spaghetti-os, ice cream and donuts. That's my idea of breakfast. We should do that again sometime.Shaunahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13082559330133243570noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4567847800127708589.post-71565092109027191182008-07-23T15:44:00.000-06:002008-07-23T15:44:00.000-06:00OK, I got a good one. Put this mental memory back ...OK, I got a good one. Put this mental memory back into your head. We are at Allred Apartments, we have one container of icecream between us (cookie dough I'm sure), two spoons, and music on. I believe we had no pants on because I remember after the icecream was eaten we were dancing ALL around in our undies in that room like crazy to the loud music. That was fun.<BR/><BR/>AND...driving home in the car back in the 505 with the windows down and the heat blasting, that's not just one time...many:)Shanahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00496520612389195739noreply@blogger.com