Another round of tag

My friend Naomi tagged me. Here are the rules: Each player answers the questions about themselves. At the end of the post, the player then tags 3 people and posts their names, then goes to their blogs and leaves them a comment, letting them know that they have been tagged and asking them to read your blog.

10 years ago today...
Wow...that was 1998. That seems like a whole nother lifetime away. I was, uh, twelve years old and living in High River, Alberta, Canada. Valentine's Day that year was on a Saturday so I was probably at home making Valentines for my family or playing at a friend's house. Had it been a school day I would have been playing with Josie and waiting for my friends to get home from school--I was homeschooled that year. I suppose I could dig out my box of journals and check to see what I did that day but it's cold outside and that box is in the storage shed. I probably ate some conversation hearts and chances are there was some sort of cinnamon candy to munch on as well.

5 things on my to-do list today:
1. Floors (that one carried over from yesterday, oops)
2. Make dinner (the never ending quest)
3. Wrap gifts (it's Karen's birthday today)
4. Work (I guess I technically did this although I should do it some more)
5. Food inventory (we have way too much food hoarded away and need to use it up before we move...somewhere)

That question was easy to answer. I just looked at my whiteboard. All I've done so far today is work and play with Rachel. We're playing "I bite the juice can lid, you bite the juice can lid" right now. It's thrilling. I'd explain the rules but it's a little complex. Perhaps Rachel will show you how to play one of these days. If you don't have a juice can lid it can also be played with a block. Or a sock. Or a doll. Or anything, for that matter. We try to avoid using Cheerios. They get soggy.

I enjoy:
Playing with my baby and husband, going for walks, reading, dancing, singing, traveling, napping, pretending I can decorate cakes, designing things, writing, swimming, yoga...lots of things. Too many things, really.

What would I do if I were suddenly a billionaire?
Set up a nice retirement fund for us and our parents. Pay for Andrew to go to grad school. Invest enough money that we could get a substantial amount of income from the interest. Set up a scholarship at some school so that we can feel like we are paying back the scholarships we've been using up being students. Maybe buy a house somewhere. Pay tithing. College fund for Rachel. Let's be honest; I don't think I can fathom what a billion dollars is--I've either substantially over- or under-spent the money with that list.

3 of my bad habits:
1. Staying up way too late waiting for Andrew to go to bed even though Rachel's asleep.
2. Not doing light therapy when I should. Like today.
3. And I'll quote Naomi, "Is not showering or getting dressed until evening a bad habit?"

5 places I have lived:
1. Raymond, Alberta
2. Port Coquitlam, British Columbia
3. Voronezh, Russia
4. Amman, Jordan
5. Orem, Utah

5 jobs I have had:
1. Gymnastics Coach
2. Lifeguard/Swimming Instructor
3. BYU Library
4. Graduate Secretary for InBio
5. Stay-at-home/work-from-home Mom

5 things you might not know about me:
1. I've kept a near-daily record of my life since I was five. I may have missed a few years, but mostly my life is in the closet. Quite literally.
2. I habitually buy my shoes in the children's section.
3. I don't drive.
4. I suffer from Seasonal Affective Disorder. I get really depressed in the winter. Every year.
5. I sound almost exactly like my mother, and her sisters, and my grandma, and my cousins. A whole bunch of us could trade voices and no one would ever notice.

Now, I tag Heather and Bonnie and Krystal (and/or Crystal). The "Heather" part is a bit ambiguous so if your name is Heather and you want to do this, go ahead. If you have a name and you want to do this, go ahead.

And I'm breaking one of the rules. I'm not going to go to your blog and leave a random comment to tag you. I kind of think that's lame, but that's just me. If you read this, consider yourself tagged.