Tagged by 3's

(thanks, Jodi!)
3 THINGS ABOUT ME.....

Three jobs I have had:
1- Cinnamon Bear in the Layton Mall
2- Taco Maker
3- Payless Shoes

Three places I have lived:
1- St. Anthony, Idaho (Still love that town)
2- Price, Utah (Sweet)
3- South Weber, Utah

Three shows that I watch:
I don't watch hardly at all because I work nights, but:
1- Intervention (my FAVE)
2- Nanny 911 (sometimes)
3- The Soup, and the show that is right after that.

Three places I have been:
1- Vancouver, Canada (danced at World Expo '86)
2- um...Yellowstone
3- let's see...Goblin Valley (I know, a real world traveler.)

Three places I have been this week:
1- Bajio's (They have changed...)
2- Terrace Plaza Playhouse (go see Phoebe in the Music Man!)
3- Target

Three places I'd rather be right now:
1- asleep (I don't get near enough)
2- shopping
3- somewhere warmer than this cold chair

Three people I'm tagging:
1- Mandy
2- Angie b
3- Paige

I copied Mandy.

You Are 1: The Reformer

You're a responsible person - with a clear sense of right and wrong. High standards are important to you, and you do everything to meet them. You are your own worst critic, feeling ashamed if you're not perfect. You have uncompromising integrity, and people expect you to be fair. At Your Best: You are hopeful, honest, and inspiring. You bring out the best in humanity. At Your Worst: You are intolerant, judgmental, and picky. Your Fixation: Resentment Your Primary Fear: Being corrupt. Your Primary Desire: To be good. Other Number 1's: Al Gore, Martha Stewart, Gandhi, Celene Dion, and Spock from Star Trek.

What Number Are You?

a few random queries

I've had a few things bouncing around my head the past week or two. Thought I'd share, for lack of a better post at this time.
First of all, I am on a quest for a better yogurt. I liked yogurt when I was a child. My mom bought the kind with fruit on the bottom, and I would eat the top of it. I don't love fruit, especially chunks of it in my yogurt. As a mother, I buy yoplait, which my kids really love. I don't like it, I think it's too sweet. I actually discovered in this quest that I like greek yogurt. It is hardly sweet at all, more like what you would find in a sippy cup of milk that got left in the car. HA! Greek yogurt is a little too expensive for regular consumption, though, compared to what I'm used to buying. I did try Wallaby (I think) and really liked it, but what are my other options? What kind of yogurt do you all prefer? (Jeni, I know you do yoplait...)
Let's see, what else? We need a new computer, for a number of reasons that I won't elaborate on at this time. Let's just say this one has been the raspberry seed in my wisdom tooth for too long. Brandon wants a Mac SO bad, but I think just because they look cool. Neither of us know much about computers at all. I am kind of against the mac, because the kids learn pc stuff at school. What do you guys all have/prefer? And what are the pros and cons of a laptop?
Another thing, won't it be nice when Angie b gets back from her dream vacation? I miss her comments in the blog world, plus I'm jealous of her.
Is it bad manners to read a blog and never comment on it?
And don't you think cold weather interspersed with the sunny days make the sunny ones even more pleasant? The old "opposition in all things", I guess...I love spring. :)

for brandon...

My brother had this on his blog a while back. Brandon is training for a marathon right now, so this has been on my mind for the past month or so...

the wonderful world of willie

We constantly have magpies out our kitchen window eating our cat food. I think they eat more of it than the cat does.
Will says if the cat caught a magpie and ate it, it would be like eating a stuffed pepper because the magpie would be all full of cat food.
That boy's wheels turn a little bit differently than most.

memories...

One of my earliest childhood memories is from Valentine's Day, 1979, the day my little sister was born. I was 4 1/2 years old. The youngest, at this time, of 4.
I remember going to spend the day with my grandma and grandpa Chris.
I remember walking up the sidewalk and into their house. I think there was snow on the ground.
I remember my mom had baked valentine sugar cookies early and put them in the freezer.
I remember voting on a name, at sunday dinner sometime before she was born. I voted for Kelsey, because Larry did.
I remember standing in my grandma's kitchen, talking on the phone to my dad. He tried to make me guess what it was, but I never liked guessing. He told me I had a baby sister.
I remember peering through the nursery glass at a little baby with tons of jet black hair.
I remember people asking my mom, and me, if I was going to have a hard time not being the "baby" anymore. The thought had never occurred to me. Having a sister just 21 months older than me, I never felt like the "baby"...jealousy never crossed my 4 year old mind.

I guess maybe it should have. I didn't know I was getting a sister that would forever be cuter, funnier, thinner, more creative, more spiritual, more stylish and more talented than I. I loved her then, and I adore her even more now.

Happy 30th birthday, Shaur! I LOVE YOU!
Love, your older sister...

poor little lucy...

I've heard it said that children are never satisfied with their ages. They either want to still be babies, or they want to be adults. Funny, I have two little boys that I think want to still be babies, and 2 girls that already think they are older than they are. My Abby, however, must be an exception to the rule. I think she is perfectly happy right where she is.
We have a rule in our family that when we eat out the kids can't bring their sodas in the van. It's always been that way, and all of my kids know that, and we don't have a very hard time enforcing it. I'm sure you can guess which of my 5 little darlings has a problem with the rule. Lucy. She rarely argues or tries to bring her drink, but she is not happy with leaving it. Twice last week I happened to bring a drink with me in the van, and both times she asked, "Why do YOU get to bring YOUR drink?" and both times the answer was "Because I'm a grown-up." Which makes her mad, but what can she say? Well, the second time this occurred last week, she had had enough. "Because it's just a grown-up-grown-up-grown-up land!" she huffed, arms folded and eyes rolling.
Funny, I feel like I spend a whole lot of time in kidsville...