Amy and I couldn't be more excited to keep in touch with you all. This Blog is a great idea and will act as a super resource for years to come. I thought I might post something just to get on the board. Well, Amy was a little cold going home after the reunion concert but I teased her enough that she stayed warm swatting me away and laughing. I loved that get together and was very excited to meet Lydia! Kris, you are one lucky man, but then, all of the Bungalow Boys have been very very blessed with the best Bungalow Gal we could ask for. I thought about Doug's comment that who would have thought a year and a half ago we would all end up in the same basement, learn to love each other, then rock together, then all find our sweethearts soon thereafter. It must be something in the Bungalow water. It was great to see Brian again, and I've ran into Rory on campus a few times the last couple of weeks. I hope we can remember those two as well, at least in prayers.
I have a request to put up for consideration: I was wondering if we could all post some of our favorite Bungalow memories for memories' sake just for the record and kind of use that as our beginning place to this Blog of Blogs. What do you think? For example I would put down something like, "Remember the mystery hole in the wall in the front room? How did that get there anyway?" or, "The time we had a movie musical showing in the backyard with the projector and that really good caramel popcorn," or, "Ants." Then we can either comment on that memory, or jot down a good one of our own. I think it might help out our better-halves understand why we are so crazy, about the Bungalow I mean.
Have a great day all, and I hope to see you all on here soon!
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Mark! Happy ze birthdee!
Remember when we went sledding up rock canyon? it was not steep and we ended up pushing ourselves down the whole way? I think you and Amy really deepened things that day. Me? I went out with that Icelandic girl--weird!
This is a strange but fond memory: I was depressed and came into our room and started bawling and there was a broomstick I think that I hugged while I was crying---those were good times....broomsticks--tears---how much better can life get!?
Remember when you had that drumset in the living room? we could paly it as loud as we want and Sister Williams could never hear it! what a rad place to live!!!
Love you Buddy
chescht!
Kris
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