What situations, memories or possessions have you had that you consider "Priceless?"?

Meeting Jonathan Crombie and Dale Hensley amazing!!!!

Rifle: $400

Shovel: $10

Being able to watch TV in peace: Priceless

Well, I have these really narrow stairs up to the attic in our house, and I couldn’t be bothered carrying a bag up there so I dumped it on a step halfway up. Then I had to go up there anyway but I didn’t take the bag with me and when I was coming back down I thought “oh it would be fun to jump over the bag to the bottom of the staircase”.

I forgot that the floor of the upstairs room sort of jutted out above the door frame.

So when I jumped, I smashed my forehead on the corner of this sticky out bit and tumbled down the rest of the stairs to land smack on the lino at the bottom. I was so shocked and then I just started pissing myself laughing, wishing so much that someone else had seen it.

My head stung for days, but I was laughing about it for a long time afterwards. It was such a bummer that no one else saw it, it would have been the classic priceless moment to send in to funniest home videos or something.

Memories:
-I’ll never forget setting the strikeout record for a pitcher in my little league. I must have been 10 or 11. I’m terrible at football and basketball and am not a great runner or anything but baseball just clicked for me so it felt awesome to do something well in the athletic arena.

-My first kiss

-My unsupervised summer abroad in Europe ( areal ‘coming of age’ experience’)

Possessions:
-My first teddy bear which I still have.
(I’m not much of a huge possession person or packrat but that one still has special value to me).

sometimes at school, i fall into a prank thats “priceless”. one example is this poster that ive gotten over, even though its spreading through the internet. damn jamie. ill get him back someday. i am somewhat proud that one day i will be an internet meme.

My husband sat on the bank of the river most of the day one time, facing south, without a tshirt, when we got home, and his skin recovered, it looked like his bra slipped downward.

One time very long ago, in a soviet world, I was taking part of a block fight between kids from building A vs Building B. They matched me up with someone my height, and my opponent began by jumping towards me like like bruce lee with his foot extended, and as it neared my belly area, I flexed my arms with my fists towards each other and created a rock solid bulge that stopped my opponent and he fell on his ass. That was priceless.

I’ll never forget giving birth to my twin boys. The experience was priceless.

So many over a lifetime, it’s hard to recall them.

Three recent ones:

Driving to and from work this Fall through the most glorious foliage colors – red, orange, purple, yellow – I can remember.

The night of the election when the words “President Elect Barack Obama” under his picture lit up the t.v. screen.

Finding out on Monday that my son’s wife is pregnant with my first grandchild.

The birth of my children, meeting my husband, riding my new scooter.

oh, buches of memories.

right now my favourite memories are when my fiance first called me to tell me he loved me. it was incredible. even though he was completely blown and had about 5 too many jagerbombs, it was wonderful.
and also this past weekend: thanksgiving with his aunt, out by the lake, running away from parents, road trips across the state, more jagerbombs, planning our future adventures… pretty much everything that involves this boy is priceless to me.

and also the night that i admitted to my mom that i knew her secrets. she cried for the first time in front of me. and even though i was so completely pissed, i realized i loved her. and then my sister and i bonded and realized we were best friends.

and the first day i saw my baby nephew. he “healed” my issues with depression.

as obvious, i have no possesions that are priceless. i’m pretty much living of the earth. the only thing i’ll ever never give up would by my ring. but my fiance and i are still working on that. =]

that would be when i went fishing with my grandfather every season. he would make me so happy no matter at how bad things were. miss him so much. thanks for the reminder of these times that I had with him!!