Daily Archives: January 4, 2006


Sariah did this on her blog and “tagged” those of us who read it. Since I so seldomly do anything like this I decided to give it a whirl for a change. Besides, it seemed less obnoxious than some of the ones I have come across in the past. So, Here goes:

Year of a 6 . . .

Six Jobs You’ve Had in Your Life: Fred Meyer worker; teacher at a daycare; phone survey taker (I hate to admit it and hated the job even more); apartment manager; piano teacher; my biggest, most important job ever – Mom

Six Movies You Could Watch Over and Over: Singing in the Rain; Brigadoon; Pillow Talk; Lord of the Rings movies (they count as one because they are all one series); Princess Bride; Ever After

Six Places You’ve Lived: Grove City, PA; Newberg, OR; Rexburg, ID; Provo, UT; Portland, OR; and Hillsboro, OR

Six TV Shows You Love to Watch: Alias; Sue Thomas F.B.Eye; CSI; Numbers; Diagnosis Murder; Criminal Minds

Six Places You’ve Been on Vacation: New Orleans; Japan; Washington D.C.; Disney World; Montana; Utah (Arches, Monument Valley, etc.)

Six Websites You Visit Daily: Northwest Families With Heart (Yahoo group); Mail.com; my family yahoo group; Google (I’m always trying to find something or other); Blogs; the official site for the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints

Six of Your Favorite Foods: Pie; Chicken Rolls; Chocolate; Chinese; Steak; and Sea food

Six Places You’d Rather Be: Asleep; in a jaccuzzi; on a vacation with my family; on a vacation alone with my hubby; Europe; Chile

Six Things to Do Before I Die: See my children get married; take art classes; go to Europe; serve a mission with my hubby; own a house; go back to Chile

Six Things I Have Accomplished (Whether Big or Small): Served a mission in Chile; got married in the Temple; birthed four beautiful children (all natural I might add-no drugs! woohoo!); provided non stop comical entertainment for those lucky enough to see me in my goofy moments; kept my house clean for a whole hour!!; went shopping with all for kids and remained partially sane 🙂

Six Things I Cannot (Will Not) Do: Give up my piano; give up my french horn; get a divorce; eat cow intestines or blood sausage (shudder); get up close and personal with a spider; keep a straight face during ridiculous moments (I just can’t control myself . . . hee hee hee)

Six Books or Series I Love: (only 6? Come one!) Anne of Green Gables; Chronicles of Narnia; Chronicles of Prydain; Guess How Much I Love You; Hands, Hands, Fingers, Thumb; Beauty: a Retelling of Beauty and the Beast

Six People to Tag: Since I typically don’t do these or even like them I wouldn’t “tag” any of you, but if you want to do it, more power to ya! 🙂


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Look Out Below!!

It’s amazing some of the things we do as kids that would be absolutely disgusting now. I remember I used to love peanut butter and mayonnaise (well, actually Miracle Whip, that’s all my mom used) sandwiches. Yuck! There is one particular activity I remember that we loved . . .

Our hayloft was the second story of our barn. At either end we had two big windows. It was quite a ways down. On one side there was a cement patio that we used to play games and such. The other side was the animals’ entry. Usually left open so they could some and go to their stalls, etc. There was also a huge manure pile. My dad always kept it very well limed. The lime took the smell out, and it was very old and dry as well, it wasn’t all we and fresh and gooey, that would just make this story to gross to tell.

My brothers and I were playing in the hayloft, I honestly don’t remember if my sisters were involved or not. It all started with a dare. “Let’s jump out the hayloft window.” I don’t remember which brother it was or to who, I think it was to all of us in general. We all just kind of laughed, like a yeah right laugh, we’ll kill ourselves laugh, and started to play one of our make believe games. It was at a point when we were escaping a dragon or some such when one of my brothers launched himself right out the hayloft window . . . into the old pile of manure! Well, it didn’t kill him, and it looked like great fun, so we all launched ourselves out the window. Having a nice firm spongy landing every time with peals of laughter echoing through the barnyard. The animals looking at us lazily, wondering what we saw was so amusing about a manure pile. Obviously none of us were scared of heights jumping out a second story window, I’m surprised my dad didn’t skin us alive! Kimball was the only one brave enough (?) to jump out on the pavement side. We were all very impressed that he did it and didn’t even break anything! Ahh, the things kids do . . .

(*sniff* – do I smell something? . . . )


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