Meme Time

I've been working on some big housekeeping projects this week, as well as trying to get Fiver to ride a bike, which is really like trying to get a monkey on crack to ride a bike. He hops on, pedals like crazy while keeping his steering wheel turned sharply to the left, ensuring that he will go only in a tight circle in the driveway. Then he jumps off, runs around the driveway in the same pattern, and then gets back on the bike. I'll have to elaborate in a later post, if my housework doesn't kill me first.


Until then, I am posting a meme for which Heather tagged me many moons ago. Just trying to be faithful to a "better late than never" philosophy.


The rules:

1. The rules of the game get posted at the beginning.

2. Each player answers the questions about themselves

3. At the end of the post, the player then tags five people and goes to their blogs to let them know they've been tagged.



WHAT WAS I DOING TEN YEARS AGO?

I was living in Pensacola, FL, where Rob was stationed with the Navy. We were getting ready to celebrate our first anniversary, and I was slowly starting to recover from my "Hey! You're in the Navy now!" shell shock.



FIVE THINGS ON MY TO-DO LIST TOMORROW:

Get Fiver to therapy on time and keep Sally from running the hallways and distracting all the other therapy clients

Hit the treadmill. As in get on it and do some exercise, not actually hit it. Although I often contemplate giving it a good swift kick.

Get my hair cut and colored. The grays have come back in force. I place the blame squarely on my kids.

Go to Target to buy more of those little elastic hair bands for Sally. I buy millions of these, single-handedly keeping Goody in the black, but they are no where to be found when I need to do an emergency ponytail intervention.

Take out a loan for a tank of gas.



FIVE THINGS I WOULD DO IF I WAS A BILLIONAIRE:

Pay off all the debts for myself and my family.

Make a sizable donation to our church and the kids' school.

Buy a whole bunch of new therapy equipment for Fiver's therapists.

Take a vacation in Hawaii

I know that's only four, but I've never been good with money. I'm sure I'd think of something.



THREE OF MY BAD HABITS:

bad temper

sarcasm (usually found hanging out with the bad temper)

I complain a fair bit, mostly to Rob, which I am sure he deeply appreciates.



FIVE PLACES I'VE LIVED:

Pensacola, Florida

Cherry Point, North Carolina

and many different towns in eastern Pennsylvania

FIVE JOBS I'VE HAD:

grocery store cashier

nanny

ice cream shop clerk

theater box office

office manager


Wow, you can really see how boring I am when I put it into a handy list form like this. It would have sounded much more exciting if I had put that I was cliff diving in Costa Rica ten years ago, but I am all about the truth, no matter how plain vanilla that turns out to be.

I am breaking the rule of the meme and I am not tagging anyone specifically because I must leave now. If you want to do this, feel free to grab it, because I really, really need to go. Actually I should have started putting the kids in the car five minutes ago, but nope, I'm still typing. I'm typing about the fact that I need to stop typing.

They say the first step is admitting you have a problem. Huh.