1. My dream job is to be an auto parts delivery girl. How great would that be?! The only stress you would have is traffic.
2. I have a terrible memory. At first, Travis would get really frustrated when he started a story off by "Remember when . . . " and I'd look at him with a blank stare. But now, he just deals with it. I can't remember many things from my childhood, nor things that happened last Tuesday. And lately, all the days are running together. So, if I owe someone money, a favor or whatever, please tell me, I've probably forgotten and need to pay you back!
3. I'm reading the Bible. And I must say, I know the reason why they call it "The Good Book", its because its a good book! Great stories about Jesus, miracles, forgiveness, hope, on and on.
4. I love to people watch. Sitting at the airport waiting for someone to arrive doesn't bother me a bit. It's a bonus when I see a semi-famous person from the local area. I sometimes see local newscasters, etc. My latest "spot" was the Bishop of the Salt Lake Dioceses.
5. This might not be a surprise, but I like quotes. Although I can't remember most of them (see #2 above) I still enjoy reading them. I was excited to find that the new interior design rage is vinyl lettering. In Travis' hospital room, I put up a new quote every day. I know I've done good when he says, "Good one, Babe."
Thursday, May 8, 2008
Playing Tag With 5 Things You Don't Know About Me
Posted by Karianne at 5:44 PM
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4 comments:
I love the quotes on your blog. Great idea to share quotes with Travis. He is so lucky to have you! Thinking of you always...
Delivery parts girl huh - Who would've guessed? You've been spending too much time in the van, we need to get Trav home.
That is funny auto parts delivery?! weird. Oh, also You owe me $100. LOL
PST Lyndee you need to go for $1,000.00. Hey Kari you owe Lyndee $1,000.00 remember when you gave it to her?.... just kidding. I would need to read the children's bible with explanations because when I listen to sermons I never understand. I actually have to talk to the chaplin to get him to explain to me what he meant....
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