So...we decided it would be fun for Amy to hear from some of her friends and co-workers after she begins recovery from her surgery. Anyone who has a history with Amy has been privy to her special sense of humor and infectious laugh.
The blog is open for any comments...no need to join as a follower. Just write your memory or story in the "comment" section and your post will be there. Once she is well enough to read them, we can show them to her. Just knowing how much everyone cares is certainly good medicine, but there is nothing she enjoys more than a good laugh...even at herself!
This blog is being presented by Amy Jo Carlson's friends so that all those concerned about Amy's progress in conquering her brain tumor can receive regular updates.
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My all-time favorite moment with Amy has to be when she & I came back after some STA function (Christmas party maybe?) to Heather's then apartment. It was super late and dark, dark. We got out of Amy's car and saw people out of the corners of our eyes, which scared us for a second, creating that "grab the closest arm moment," before realizing it was Heather (in a GIANT fro) and Wade (also in some drag get-up) playing tennis in the middle of the street. I didn't think Amy and I would ever stop laughing and I damn near peed my pants in the street!
ReplyDeleteI also want to remind Amy of perhaps her 2 favorite nights ever - sleeping outside in front of Goppert in 10 degree weather. Sneaking up behind a student (Mary Garcia?) sleeping on the bench in the center of the quad. Ah, the things we do for friends. And students.
LOVE and MISS you, Amy! Best of luck ridding your noggin of Tumzilla tomorrow.
Steph
Amy...I know it has been long time since we have seen or talked to each other but I just heard about your diagnosis and wanted you to know that I am thinking of you and praying for a great outcome to your surgery today and your recovery of TUMZILLA! ~Dalena Seufert Bologna :)
ReplyDeleteWell this is a story about Jo that happened quite a few years ago but it always makes me laugh when I think about it. Jo had asked Tim (my husband) and me if we would go to this church with her that was down by the plaza. We of course said yes because this was unusual of her to ask. I thought it must be a pretty cool church. We got up on Sunday morning really not wanting to truck it all across town to go to this church but we knew she wanted us to go. We go pick her up and she was taking a long time to come to the door. Finally she comes to the door looking like she had one too many (what I tell my kids) “adult beverages”. She gets in the car anyway and we go about 2 blocks and she tell Tim to pull over so she can get sick. Tim calmly pulled over and let her. She gets back in and we start down another 2 blocks and she tells Tim to pull over again and she gets sick again to add some bodily noises to add this time. She kept getting sick but we finally got to the church. We start to go and sit down in the church when Jo tells Tim and me to go ahead in and she will come after she goes to the bathroom. Tim and I sit there and sit there when Tim and I realize the church worships “music” and Jo never does show up.
ReplyDeleteEven though Tim and I didn’t convert to the Religion of worshiping “music” Tim did get to see a side of Jo that he hadn’t seen before.
sister, Aaron
Jo, Get to feeling better real soon! We need our Black Jack dealer at the next Carlson Family event. Stupid me try to post something earlier and I don't think it took so if my comments are duplicated don't blow out your stitches laughing at your incompetent cousin!
ReplyDeleteTake care of yourself and know we all love you very much. your cuz Ty
Hey Amy...glad to hear you're kicking Tumzilla to the curb in true Amy Jo fashion!
ReplyDeleteOut of many, my most vivid Amy Jo memory was when we were having some volleyball function at your house and it was storming...so we all went outside to look at the storm. You saw a tornado, and ran screaming down to the basement and hid under something (a ping pong table or similar??). We all followed suit...waited for the tornado to pass, and finally went back outside to check. The tornado was still there!!! Except it was Wamego's water tower. I still laugh at that every time I drive by that 'tornado'.
You keep on keeping-on, and it sounds like you will be back at it soon...once you get through the recovery of having your head split open. I know how it is to have an undiagnosed medical condition, and it's rough. Funny how just getting a diagnosis can bring relief. Now you can move forward and continue making people laugh!
--Kathy Zweimiller Sargent
Amos, you’ve given me a bucketful of good memories and chuckles…It’s what you do best.
ReplyDeleteOur first trip to Colorado was prior to Amy Jo’s junior year. Amos, Suz M’Tooz and Steph P. along with me and Paul, a weeks worth of camping gear, vball gear, suitcases, snacks and misc. jammed into a Ford Escort….that’s right, a Ford Escort.
After CSU vball camp, we picked up the girls for a few days of camping and exploring. During one of our hikes, on the verge of getting lost and needing to get back before dark sets in, Amy tripped (imagine that). She went sliding head first down a steep embankment, her descent arrested by a pair of sapling trees that were placed shoulder-width apart. If not for those saplings, we wouldn’t have heard from Amy again until the resounding thud at the bottom of a Colorado wilderness ravine. I hurried to get to her, finding her in that face-first downhill position, trying to get up and thankfully seeing that she was all right. I yelled “AMY DON’T MOVE!” I remember her slightly panicked voice asking me if everything was all right, and I told her to stay until I got my camera and took a picture.
In the end, I got my picture, my memory, and eventually, Amy’s forgiveness for my misplaced priorities.
Many years have passed since I dealt with Amy’s mischievous behavior, marveled at her athletic toughness and determination and laughed at her Amyisms (…”which one is the Rocky Mountain?”). Amy, since I’ve never done it before, I thank you for all of that.
We think of you often and fondly. Kick this Tumzilla twice as hard this time.
Love and prayers to you my friend,
Jamie (& Paul)