Just one of the many, many things that amaze me about my husband: each and every time Greg changes the laundry, he remembers to clean out the lint trap. He's amazing.
Ellie's found my weak spot (one of many): she now cries out "Mommommommom!" from her crib when I put her down for a nap. I'm a sucker for this and fall for it about half the time and go and pick her up and cuddle her.
Classic Skating is every bit as cool now as it was when I was 12 (arguably more so, since it has huge bouncy houses, inflatable slides and obstacle courses and a jungle with vine swings.) Still has the same awesome neon swirl carpet though. I'm realizing now I have many memories that go back to this place. It was where I first saw the "I'm Fat" music video by Weird Al. (I have no idea why that's such a vivid memory.) We went there a lot, and it was one of the few places I ever saw music videos, as we never had MTV growing up. We also saw a concert there , I think the girl's name was Lisa something, where we got super cool plastic charms . . . I think my sister was rockin' a side ponytail, and we both were wearing two pair of socks (alternating colors), and neon clothing (possibly even the long knit shirts, a pair of leggings, and multiple knit belts.) Ah, good times. Horribly ugly, fashion-victimizing times. Did I ever tell you my sister and I took skating lessons for more than one summer? I rocked. I could do that thing where you crouched down and skated with one foot sticking straight out in front of you while squatting. Why that is cool, I don't know, I was just that good. I think I would promptly fall over if put me in skates now.
Fast forward a dozen years or so, and Classic Skating was the first place I ever held Greg's hand. While skating to a slow song during the 'couples-only skate.' With the lights dimmed.
At a singles ward activity.
I was bitter. :-)
It felt forced, and a bunch of people were watching and suddenly very aware that we were a verging couple, and I had to answer approximately 350 questions about it the next day, and we'd never even been on a date yet. Greg and I had just played cards the night before at my house, and for the first time, really got our flirt on. When he left, all of my friends were saying all kinds of dumb, cheesy things about chemistry, sparks and the like. It was pretty clear right then that something was happening between the two of us. And the next night our ward's Family Home Evening activity was going skating. So, I called Jessi, begging her to come with us so I could get a not-in-the-singles-ward point of view. Upon meeting him, and seeing his obvious infactuation with yours truly, Jessi highly approved . . . and mildly chewed me out for my cluelessness, when I responded to him asking me to attend a fraternity thing with him by saying, "Oh, that would be cool, but I'm going to California with Nate and Rob." I was instructed not to mention vacationing with other boys when the boy who currently liked me was asking me to hang out. Check. Anyway, we were skating and the lights dimmed and they did the whole, "Grab your partner or clear the floor," thing they do at cheesy skating rinks, and Greg grabbed my hand before I could skate off quick enough. :-) The whole time I was thinking, "This isn't how we're supposed to hold hands for the first time . . . now I'll never know when it would've happened in our relationship if left up to its own devices." Dude, I stressed about stupid stuff. I was married to him like 9 months later anyway, so it seems really dumb in hindsight.
Fast forward another 5 years, and I'm running around like a crazy person on inflatable toys after a two year old, with a 10 month old in hand. I marveled at how fearless Annie was, climbing up nearly vertical walls to get to steep, tall slides that she'd just come flying down. I learned an important lesson though. Do not, under any circumstances, use your elbows to try and slow yourself down while going down the slide with the baby . . . you will have no skin left on said elbows, and it burns like no other.
Ellie's found my weak spot (one of many): she now cries out "Mommommommom!" from her crib when I put her down for a nap. I'm a sucker for this and fall for it about half the time and go and pick her up and cuddle her.
Classic Skating is every bit as cool now as it was when I was 12 (arguably more so, since it has huge bouncy houses, inflatable slides and obstacle courses and a jungle with vine swings.) Still has the same awesome neon swirl carpet though. I'm realizing now I have many memories that go back to this place. It was where I first saw the "I'm Fat" music video by Weird Al. (I have no idea why that's such a vivid memory.) We went there a lot, and it was one of the few places I ever saw music videos, as we never had MTV growing up. We also saw a concert there , I think the girl's name was Lisa something, where we got super cool plastic charms . . . I think my sister was rockin' a side ponytail, and we both were wearing two pair of socks (alternating colors), and neon clothing (possibly even the long knit shirts, a pair of leggings, and multiple knit belts.) Ah, good times. Horribly ugly, fashion-victimizing times. Did I ever tell you my sister and I took skating lessons for more than one summer? I rocked. I could do that thing where you crouched down and skated with one foot sticking straight out in front of you while squatting. Why that is cool, I don't know, I was just that good. I think I would promptly fall over if put me in skates now.
Fast forward a dozen years or so, and Classic Skating was the first place I ever held Greg's hand. While skating to a slow song during the 'couples-only skate.' With the lights dimmed.
At a singles ward activity.
I was bitter. :-)
It felt forced, and a bunch of people were watching and suddenly very aware that we were a verging couple, and I had to answer approximately 350 questions about it the next day, and we'd never even been on a date yet. Greg and I had just played cards the night before at my house, and for the first time, really got our flirt on. When he left, all of my friends were saying all kinds of dumb, cheesy things about chemistry, sparks and the like. It was pretty clear right then that something was happening between the two of us. And the next night our ward's Family Home Evening activity was going skating. So, I called Jessi, begging her to come with us so I could get a not-in-the-singles-ward point of view. Upon meeting him, and seeing his obvious infactuation with yours truly, Jessi highly approved . . . and mildly chewed me out for my cluelessness, when I responded to him asking me to attend a fraternity thing with him by saying, "Oh, that would be cool, but I'm going to California with Nate and Rob." I was instructed not to mention vacationing with other boys when the boy who currently liked me was asking me to hang out. Check. Anyway, we were skating and the lights dimmed and they did the whole, "Grab your partner or clear the floor," thing they do at cheesy skating rinks, and Greg grabbed my hand before I could skate off quick enough. :-) The whole time I was thinking, "This isn't how we're supposed to hold hands for the first time . . . now I'll never know when it would've happened in our relationship if left up to its own devices." Dude, I stressed about stupid stuff. I was married to him like 9 months later anyway, so it seems really dumb in hindsight.
Fast forward another 5 years, and I'm running around like a crazy person on inflatable toys after a two year old, with a 10 month old in hand. I marveled at how fearless Annie was, climbing up nearly vertical walls to get to steep, tall slides that she'd just come flying down. I learned an important lesson though. Do not, under any circumstances, use your elbows to try and slow yourself down while going down the slide with the baby . . . you will have no skin left on said elbows, and it burns like no other.
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He, he, he! That was a fun and special night! I love Classic Skating too....I have a ton of memories there too. I am actually thinking about renting it out for a private party for my 30th birthday. Obviously you and Greg WILL HAVE to come. I wouldn't have it any other way!
I am glad that night of semi-forced hand holding (you know you wanted to though) has led to so many special and wonderful things. Hooray for Hilary and Greg!
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