It is the annual delurking! (As seen here, here and here.)
If you read and never comment or if you read and frequently comment — either way! — leave a comment or question (remember this is the time of year where I will answer honestly any question asked), and I promise that I’m not tracking IP addresses if you want to remain anonymous.
I want to know what you miss most about living in Idaho.
I’m not sure about that one because some of the things I miss — family, the simplicity of being a teenager whose parents pay for everything — are not Idaho-specific.
But there are time that I miss how rural most of Idaho still is. I miss being able to go to a ward member’s potato cellar and get fresh-from-the-field potatoes. I miss Idaho drivers.
When are you going to start playing roller derby with me?
I wish it were soon, but everything depends on the money…
I want to know when you’re coming up to Seattle.
I wish it were soon, but this too depends on the money, which I have not a whole lot of at the moment.
Best USU debate memory ever…? Go.
Oh man. I have A LOT of good debate memories. Probably 99 percent of them are good.
From high school, wandering around the campus of BSU and taking photos together was pretty fun. Directly debate related, closing out Blacksnake in LD my junior year felt good.
From college, sneaking into a hot tub Eric was entertaining and just fun because it was forbidden. We had to swim under a wall into the hottub room because it was closed. Also sneaking into a hot tub at a neighboring hotel with Shannon and Natalie because our hotel sucked. Or crowding into our bathtub with Jane and Natalie because the hot tub was too cold, only to have Bryce walk in and wonder what the hell we were doing. (Evidently I just love hot tubs). I love the annual trip to Powells and Pike’s Market and the place they wrap your food up in tin foil shapes. I loved every single discussion with people because there was something about a debate trip that really brought out the emotional nakedness in people.
As a judge, getting a little drunk and taking photos of Bryce, Jane, Eric and myself jumping on the hotel beds.
This question is too hard because every time I think of one good memory, another one comes up, ad infinitum.
Most embarrassing debate moment?
I’m sure I have a lot of them, but the one I remember most vividly was from my very first tournament ever. It was a novice-only tournament and that meant the older debaters were judges and it was understaffed.
For some reason, I had gotten assigned to the same room three rounds in a row with the same judge for the first two rounds. On the third round, I threw open the door and announced something like, “Heeeey, you’ve got me again!” only to be horribly embarrassed to find there was a round still going on in the room and I had just interrupted it.
I think the reason that stuck with me so much is because I was still painfully shy then (I hide my shyness much better now) and to do something like that was already pretty out-of-character for me and to compound it with it backfiring so badly really stuck in my head.
I love the debate memories.
AND I am happy that I somehow managed to ask you the toughest question yet. Next quest…when are you coming to play in St. George?…I’ll take you hot-tubbing 
That I do not know, but Matt’s been talking about making a trip to Mesquite to visit his mom, so maybe we could stop over and do dinner or something on the way.
Just wanted you to know I’m a frequent lurker, Di.