Keep 'Em Coming!

Over the last few weeks, we have enjoyed reminiscing as a family. All the stories that have been shared have come in handy.  And while a few new ones have trickled in, we need a fresh batch. As you would expect, Peggy calls us out whenever we sneak a few recycled stories between the new ones.  Please send them in! The addresses are still the same – funny ones to (funnypeggystories@gmail.com) and any other sentiments you would like to express to peggystudz@gmail.com.

Here is a sample of some of the most recent submissions:

• Nephew: I somehow talked my mother into letting my friend and I go to our first concert (KoRn, Snoop Dogg, and Linkin Park - bands known for their parental advisory stickers.  The condition was that my mom was going to chaperone us (how cool right?) After telling Aunt Pegg about the upcoming show she decided to join/save us and bought two tickets. (You’re  probably wondering why anyone needs two tickets to one concert but that is the best part) One general admission , to sit with the rest of us, and one seat only a  few rows back from the stage for the Linkin Park set. This was also the summer I broke my hip so after lots of complaining/whining/begging and doctoral approval the 4 of us arrive at the show. Completely perfectly content with our general admission tickets we began to watch the show but once KoRn came on (one of my favorite bands) Aunt Pegg offered me the close seat because she knew it was one of my favorite bands, I politely declined not wanting to abandon my friend with my aunt and my mom. Aunt Pegg laughed and explained her master plan to me. Probably against my mother’s approval she took me and my crutches down to the close seat (smoothly convinced the security guard that she was going to help me to my seat and bring my crutches back) Now I didn't abandon my friend with my mother and aunt, Aunt Pegg took my crutches and the ticket back to the general admission spot so my friend could come and join me in the seat close to the stage. Definitely was very cool experience that i wouldn't have experienced without her.
  
  
  
• Friend from Oakland U: I fondly recall my first trip to the Eastern Market.  I met Peggy at her house before the crack of dawn on a Saturday and we headed to Detroit.  I had never experienced the Eastern Market.  Holy hell was I in for a surprise.  The place itself was not what I expect and I was in awe of all the vendors and people.  Not so much with the place itself, but with the way Peggy knew “the ropes”.  She knew the good vendors and what was good quality and price.  My husband and I had purchased vacant land and were planning on building a house, so I was on the hunt for spruces to plant.  Now, I was looking, but not actually thinking I would buy, because I believe at this time Peggy had a Chevrolet Blazer-like SUV.  We came across a vendor that had really nice trees for $25 each.  She asked how many I needed.  I told her that I am just looking and will have to come back another time with a truck.  She looked at me and laughed the way a superhero laughs in the face of danger.  I am pretty sure I had that deer in the headlights look on my face.  She convinced me that we could fit 3, so I bought 3.  I thought she was totally flipping nuts, but I learned very early in our friendship, when Peggy sets her mind to something, it occurs.  So, I bought 3 and I could not imagine how we were going to get them loaded.  But, we muscled the 3 blue spruce trees into this car. It was a trip that I will never forget.  I have been back to the Eastern Market a couple times, but never with same memories as this trip.
  
  
  
• Peggy’s friend from high school:  So many thoughts run through my mind when I think about our time together.  Cheerleading practice in your family’s backyard is a big one.  Remembering our pyramid with [name omitted] on the third layer of the pyramid and how she could back roll off two girls below her!  You were so great at helping us learn and get better as cheerleaders.  That was amazing to me!  Watching you put on mascara and use a safety pin to separate your lashes.  What skill....  

Look forward to reading them!

-Keith, Peggy & Melissa