I think we'll keep her

I picked out my accesories all by myself

Mommy's shirt makes a very nice dress.

I can help with my nebulizer all by myself.

Anyone want to buy a two-year-old?

Anyone?

S-Boogie and I seem to be going through a difficult phase lately. Whenever I start feeling like I'm getting the hang of things and parenting is going well, I get knocked off my little pedestal of smugness flat onto my butt. Over the last few weeks I feel like she's become a totally different person--a defiant little person who only likes to scream, hit, pinch, and run away. It doesn't help that pregnancy doesn't feel very good and school is stressful. Today after our doctor's visit she ran off across the grass and it caused me major pain to have to run after her. Plus, my school schedule this semester has ended up working out so that I'm pretty much not home while she's napping. So anytime I am home, she's usually awake. And Master Fob has picked up some extra hours at work over the last week or two, which is a very good thing, but it also means that I get even more S-Boogie time all to myself. It's probably a good preview for how this fall is going to be, when we're back to having him in school and working, but it's not working so well for me now.

Her latest thing is physically attacking me any time I sit down on the couch. I don't understand it--and I need to keep reminding myself that it doesn't matter if I don't get why she does it, it's still wrong and it needs to stop. Literally everytime I sit on the couch she comes over and hits me, pinches me, pulls my hair, butts me with her head, etc... I feel like I spend all day telling her not to do things and putting her in time out. And even time out isn't really working any more.

I also feel horribly guilty feeling this way tonight because she's been pretty sick for the last few days. On Monday she had a runny nose and was kind of down all day. Then Tuesday she was fine. Yesterday she started coughing and breathing fast, so we started the whole asthma routine going with her nebulizer and steroids and everything. This morning she woke up wheezing, so we did more treatments and took her in to the doctor. By the time we got her to the doctor this morning she was doing a lot better, but we also found out she had a bad ear infection--which probably explains some of the recent crankiness. So now she gets antibiotics for 10 days, and steroids for another day or two. She gets an ear infection literally every time she has a cold, so I was a little nervous to give her antibiotics again. But, when she's on steroids they make her more liable to infection, and the ear infection aggravates her asthma, so we need to get it cleared up quickly. Sigh. At least she still likes taking medicine (for now).

Tonight she really got out of control. She took a really short nap this afternoon, and then spent the rest of the evening veering between extreme hyperness and major crying meltdowns that sounded like she was going to quit breathing altogether. She used to cooperate with her nebulizer, but the last two times we did it today it ended up with her screaming while one of her parents held her down for 10 minutes. And she used to be OK with diaper changes, but tonight she and Master Fob had a wrestling match that resulted in poop on the carpet, lots of (mental) cursing by both parents, and a two-year-old who was hyperventilating. Ah--the joys of parenting.

Update for week 29

I had another appointment with the doctor today, and everything is going wonderfully. I've gained 5 pounds in the last 4 weeks, which at this point is an acceptable rate of growth. My weight gain has progressed steadily and slowly, which is good. I still haven't topped 170, so this is great. Also, my blood pressure is staying nice and low, which is also good. Last week I started to experience a lot more swelling and stuff in my feet, so I was getting worried. It turns out that I've probably just inherited the family curse of varicose veins, so the blood isn't pumping well too my extremities. I haven't seen any veins in my legs popping out yet, but I've been developing troubling enlarged veins in, ahem, other places that are causing pain (don't think about that unless you've been pregnant before). Anyways, I'm supposed to try staying off my feet more as well as drinking plenty of water to keep my pressure up and the blood flowing. We'll see how well both those propositions work out... The doctor and I had a little discussion about the fact that I want to schedule my c-section for the 15th of June. Technically, that is 2 days past my due date, at least the one that they decided on because of my ultrasound measurements. But, it would mean missing only the last 2 days of my class while still giving me time to come back for a final if I absolutely have to. Also, it's a Thursday, which works well for family coming from out of town. I can understand the doctor's point of view--they'd rather get the surgery done earlier rather than later, so I don't go into labor before it's scheduled and have to scramble around doing an emergency surgery. But at the same time, due dates are rather arbitrary. Especially since my original due date was the 16th, based on my last period. Not only that, but I was keeping track of my ovulation so I know how long the baby's been in there. I don't trust the ultrasound measurements as much, especially since my uterus is kind of weird and makes it harder to tell what's going on in there. With S-Boogie, I had my section 5 days after my due date and my body was showing no signs of going into labor at that point. The bottom line is, I'm willing to take the "risk" of scheduling my surgery two days after my new due date, and I have the right to do so. Of course, my body will probably try to humble me by going into labor 3 weeks early or something like that, but I'll worry about that if it happens.

How to raise a spoiled brat

The Salt Lake Tribune has been running a series of articles that profile all the counties in Utah. Yesterday's article was about Utah County, and centered on the fact that it is the county in the United States with the highest proportion of its residents under the age of 18 (34 percent). In fact, in many newer suburbs like Saratoga Springs or Cedar Hills, over 50 percent of residents are under 18. Scary.

I was most disturbed, however, by a "cute" little vignette that started the article off. It told of a first grader who didn't like what the school cafeteria was offering for lunch, so she called up mommy and daddy to complain. Mommy showed up with a Lunchable, but by that time Daddy had already picked the girl up to take her out to Taco Time. How cute--she's only 7 and already knows how to manipulate her parents. Can't wait to see what she's like as a teenager...

A nice ending to a nice week

Wow--this has been a crazy busy week! I spent Monday and Tuesday involved with the whole Jeopardy! thing. Then on Thursday Master Fob got an acceptance letter to the library program at the University of Washington, and on Saturday got rejected from Hawaii, so now we now know for sure where we are moving this fall. And on top of all that, we had a pretty fun and busy weekend.

Friday: During the afternoon we went to see Master Fob's sister perform in the Living Legends alumni talent show. We actually had to leave early because S-Boogie desperately needed her nap, but the numbers we saw were fabulous. I think my favorite one was put on by five original members of the "Lamanettes" from the early 1970s. They performed in white fringed pantsuits and danced to a souped up version of "Cherokee Nation." It was awesome. Then Friday night I went down to campus and dropped S-Boogie off at the pow-wow with Master Fob's sisters while I went to the annual Spanish Trivia Bowl. It's done in teams of four, and after a very intense competition my team won! And, it really wasn't just because I was on it :) The questions for each round were balanced between pedagogy, linguistics, and literature, so we made sure our team had at least one member from each specialty. It was a good strategy, since we kicked trash. I got fame, glory, and $20 to spend at the BYU Bookstore.

Saturday: My parents came up from Las Vegas for the weekend, so on Saturday we spent some time at the mall doing a little shopping. We found a great sale going on at Mervyns, so Grandma bought S-Boogie a very cute Easter dress as well as another adorable spring time outfit. S-Boogie spent most of Saturday in a state of extreme hyperness because "Gamma" and "Gappa" were here. That night we all went out to dinner (together with my older brother, sister-in-law, and nephew) to Bombay House for an Indian feast. S-Boogie managed to demonstrate all the reasons why you shouldn't take a toddler anywhere nicer than Village Inn, but it was still a somewhat pleasant evening and the food was fabulous.

Sunday: Gamma and Gappa came to church with us, so it was nice to have someone else to hang out with S-Boogie during sacrament meeting. S-Boogie also got to try out her new church activity: Color Wonder markers. I impulse bought them at Target the other day, mainly attracted by the alphabet coloring book they came with. They are truly the most wonderful thing ever--they only write on the magic paper that came with them, and the coloring book has hidden pictures that you color over to make appear. S-Boogie was occupied by the coloring book for nearly 20 minutes, a new world record for a toy. After church we came home and ate all the leftovers from last night, then said goodbye to Gamma and Gappa so they could go home to Las Vegas. Now S-Boogie is taking a nice long nap, and Master Fob is at choir practice, so I can use the internet to my heart's content (OK, I should be taking a nap). Then we're going to make crepes for dinner (If you read this before 6 pm on Sunday, you're invited. Just bring Nutella or whipped cream or something exciting to put in crepes). Every weekend should be this fun.

Running headlong into the third trimester

As of tomorrow, I will be 28 weeks pregnant. I am officially into the third trimester now, and for some reason this week my body feels really crummy. I don't remember feeling too bad when I was pregnant with S-Boogie. Then again, I graduated when I was about 28 weeks pregnant, spent the next two months working part time, and then spent the last 4 weeks sitting on the couch in my apartment reading books. No wonder I feel worse this time around. I have been trying to convince myself that I am strong and that I can do lots of things while pregnant. Heck, I'm taking a feminist literature course in which we continually debunk the notion that women are the "weaker sex". Well, guess what I'm figuring out: women who are 7 months pregnant are the weaker sex (at least physically, not mentally). But, I also want to graduate with my master's degree, especially since we are for sure going somewhere this fall. I can probably still drag myself to campus for class for the next twelve weeks. I just wish my feet weren't already starting to swell. At least I now look like I deserve to take the elevator. And this afternoon a guy held open a door for me in the Tanner building and I was truly grateful. Maybe some time later this year I will get back in my "I am woman hear me roar" mode; for now, "I am pregnant, see me waddle" will have to suffice.

I'm already famous

OK, not really. But if you look at this article about the tryouts, you can see me in the picture. My face is just above the top corner of the computer screen, and I've got my hands over my mouth (naturally). Actually, I'm glad that they didn't use one of the pictures they took with me in it. That would have been a little more embarrassing. And the caption is wrong--the picture was actually taken yesterday, not Monday, and it was at the Sheraton hotel where we had the big test and interviews.

P.S.

I especially want to thank Master Fob for being such a great help today and yesterday. I've spent a lot of time away from home fooling around with the whole Jeopardy! thing, and he's been great about hanging out with S-Boogie. Especially since he's had the stomach flu for the last two days and I know he feels like crap. And especially since she decided that since Mama got up at 6 this morning, she needed to also. As soon as he's not contagious anymore, I'll make sure he gets some extra kisses and hugs!

My Jeopardy! Adventure

Anyone who has known me for a while knows that one of my life ambitions has always been to get on Jeopardy!. I actually tried out for the teen tournament when I was in high school, and though I got to go take the initial test in the studio, I did not make it. My dad and I still spent a fun day in LA and he even treated me to a yummy dinner at a nice restaurant in Malibu.

Over the last few years I have sporadically watched the show, and I started to get more into it last summer when my friend Ken was on and we actually got cable so we got the right channel. S-Boogie enjoys watching "Jeppy" as part of our nightly routine, so my interesting in appearing on the show has been renewed as of late. Like any other rabid fan, I had been watching the website to see if auditions will be held anywhere within a reasonable distance of my home.

Well, on Sunday morning I was reading the Tribune online and I noticed a little item stating that the Jeopardy! "Brain Bus" would be coming to Sandy on Monday evening! I had been neglecting my perusal of the Jeopardy! website for a few weeks, so somehow I missed this important fact. Luckily my Monday afternoons are free, so I decided to head up to Sandy to try my luck. When the brain bus comes to town, they are mainly trying to promote Jeopardy!, so they let you play in a mock game in order to win t-shirts or hats. They also give out a 10-question pretest to the first 1,000 people who show up, and if you pass that pretest then you can qualify to get a real audition. I wasn't sure how many people would want to try for a shot at the pretest, so I got up to Jordan Commons at 3:00, two hours before things were supposed to get started. There were a few other people already there lined up on the floor. I wasn't surprised by the demographics of the group at all--most were about 50 or 60ish, and everyone was reading a book. So, 5:00 rolled around and the Jeopardy! people got out their free stuff, got the crowd pumped up with the theme music, and started ushering people in to take the pretest. It was surprisingly easy for me--I think I knew about 8 out of the 10 questions. After I finished, they looked it over, told me I passed, and handed me a letter that was my official invitation to the real tryout today. I went back out, did a terrible job in the mock game, and got my free t-shirt. I also got some truly disgusting Mexican food from the food court before driving home in shock that I was going to be trying out for Jeopardy! The very next morning.

Last night I hopped on the internet to find out more about the audition and interview process. There are a number of websites out there with information on Jeopardy! strategy. It is one of the most popular game shows to try out for, and one of the hardest to get on. I found out that they give you a 50 question written test as the initial part of the audition. Sources from the internet told me that you had to get 35 out of the 50 right to pass. That scared me a little, so I tried a few of the practice tests that were out there. I felt even worse after I managed to only get 20 right on one and 25 right on another. I did find one that I got 35 on, so I started to feel a little better about myself and decided to get some sleep. I wore my new Jeopardy! t-shirt to bed for good luck.

This morning I got up really early, put on my jazziest maternity top and some makeup, and drove back up to Salt Lake. I had to be there by 9, so I was a little worried about the traffic and the weather. Luckily the traffic was not bad, and the snow even stopped falling by the time I got to Draper. When I got to the hotel, there were about 50 or so people waiting outside the room where tryouts were going to be held. Normally they start right on time, but they were having technical problems and so I got to sit outside and freak out for an extra 15 minutes. Then we got to go into a big room where a bunch of tables were lined up in rows before two big TV screens in the front. For the test, we each had an answer sheet with 50 spaces. On the screen, they would flash a question with the category, and we had about 10 seconds to write down the answer (it didn't need to be in the form of a question). As they started to show the questions, I became more and more confident, because most of them were things I knew. I didn't even have to guess. There were a few that I had no idea on (who is Goldie Hawn's husband? what state has a badger on the flag?), but most were obvious to me. I guess I got lucky again. Then we got to wait around for about 15 minutes while they took the tests outside to grade them. After that, they came in and read off the names of the 17 people who had passed. And I was one of them! We got to stay in the room while everyone else went home to feel bad. This was the point when I started to wish I had gone to the bathroom, but luckily I was able to hold it for the rest of the process. We had to fill out a long form with all of our personal information and sign that we weren't related to anyone involved with the show. Then they took a picture of each of us and attached it to our paperwork. The next part was the mock game/interview. They called groups of three up to the front, gave us buzzers, and has us play a little bit with the buzzers. There were categories to choose from and everything like on a real game, but they didn't keep score. They just wanted to see how we would do when we were actually on the show. They reminded me once or twice to speak up a bit more, but I still don't think I did as badly as some of the people there. After a few minutes of buzzer play they interviewed everyone a bit. None of this was filmed, but the contestant people were taking lots of notes. Afterwards they explained that they will put everyone in the contestant pool for the next year, but that not everyone will get called to come down and actually be on the show. Then we all clapped for each other and left to come home. I celebrated by stopping at Starbucks for some hot cocoa and a croissant.

So, bottom line is, I am now in the active contestant pool for Jeopardy! for the next full year. I could get a phone call any day asking me to come down to LA for a taping. The truth is, this probably isn't the best year for this, but I think it could work. I also think I have a pretty good chance of getting onto the show. For one thing, I'm a girl, and there were a lot less women than men in the pool; it also doesn't hurt that I'm a lot younger than many of the other potential contestants. Anything more "diverse" is good. Also, I think I did fairly well on the charisma/personality part of the whole process. Plus, the last few days have just gone surreally well--I'm almost inclined to believe that it's a sign that I'm going to get on. I really hope they want me sometime in the next few months, since that would be the easiest. I'm not sure how well having a nursing baby will go with television taping. On my paperwork I put down that I'm not available in June or July, and they told us that taping doesn't usually happen during the summer anyways so I don't have to worry about that. I still can't believe it--I might be on TV!

Material Girl

Easter is coming up in about a month, in case you haven't been in any stores lately and couldn't tell. It's always been one of my favorite holidays, because of the fact that we're celebrating the resurrection of Christ and the fact that it's in the springtime. I really don't like that so many holidays have just become an excuse for people to buy more stuff, especially for kids. I don't want my kids to always be expecting to get things every time a special occasion rolls around, plus I like to minimize the amount of crap we have sitting around our house and the amount of junk that S-Boogie eats. Most of my memories of holidays from when I was a kid were all the fun things we would do, like coloring eggs for Easter or baking cookies for people at Christmas. Those are the kind of memories I want S-Boogie to have. I'm excited because this year she's big enough that she could help me do some fun things. We're either going to make carrot shaped cookies or bunny bread, I haven't decided. I'm not totally sure she's ready for dying eggs yet, although it would be a good excuse to make deviled eggs. But yeah, no Easter basket full of junk for her.

Then I was in Target the other day and I saw this dress. And I remembered that we often got new dresses for Easter when I was a kid. It seems like a reasonable thing to do, since the seasons are changing and it's a holiday when we mainly celebrate by going to church. So I think I want to get S-Boogie an Easter dress this year. We haven't during the last 2 years, but she could use a new spring/summer dress anyways and there are so many pretty dresses out there. After looking around a bit, I think that even though that dress from Target is pretty darn cute, it's overpriced and I would probably have to buy a sweater to go over it anyways. Then I found this one at Old Navy, which is cheaper, cuter and has sleeves. Well, it would still be a bit cold in April, but they have these beautiful sweaters in case we're feeling extravagant. And then I really liked this dress too, especially since you can get matching shoes and a hat. S-Boogie told me that she likes the pink dress with flowers, and it has some cute little shoes to go with it. Sigh--I think I really do like shopping after all. Especially since they have so many pretty dresses. Maybe I should just get her a chocolate bunny--it would be cheaper.

Unfestive

I didn't really intend to boycott Saint Patrick's Day. I usually do try to wear something green and I know I cooked corned beef last year. But this morning there was nothing green available for me to wear, so I'm wearing a purple and black shirt. And yesterday at the grocery store corned beef didn't sound very good so I didn't buy any. I did take advantage of cabbage being on sale and bought some to make my favorite Asian coleslaw. We're eating that with calzones tonight. Then I'm going to watch a movie from Spain. In this house, we're just avoiding Ireland all together.

Aaah--Relief!

We finally got our tax return last week, so now our car loan is completely paid off and we have some nice padding in our savings account.

Earlier this week I finished a paper for my literature class and submitted it to a conference. The only thing I have left to do for that class is to take an oral final at the end of the semester (well, and keep up on the reading, but that's not too hard).

I just finished a yucky syntax exam, but at least it was take-home and I felt pretty good about most of my answers.

I passed all of my specialty exam (hooray!).

Last Friday we had our first quarterly Primary activity for the year and it went over very well. We don't have to do another one until May (which hopefully means I won't be doing another one).

And, I finally got my maternity underwear out of storage so I am feeling much more comfy.

Aaah.

I think I'm going to go eat brownies and watch Law and Order reruns. I deserve it.

You're so vain, I bet you think this post is about you

Yesterday morning I read an interesting article in the LA Times health section. I'm not going to post a link, since most of you probably don't want to read it. It was about how the latest trend in plastic surgery for women is getting a, um, certain part that starts with V "redone" to look "better" (aka, more like a porn star). Needless to say, I was rather shocked that people actually worry about how that looks and that they have boyfriends/husbands who will actually compare them to porn stars. But yeah, I'm still getting over the fact that a lot of women shave or wax themselves, so surgery really is a mind boggler.

Anyhoo--in my brain that sort of evolved into a post about how I feel grateful that I don't have body issues. I really don't think that I do. I've had plenty of roommates that had eating disorders and were convinced that they were fat because their size zero dresses were getting a bit snug around the hips. I could definitely not be anorexic because I like to eat too much. (Sorry, I really don't mean to be flippant, I really do understand that eating disorders are a serious mental illness and several of my good friends struggle with them). Generally, I really don't think about what I look like most of the time. I'm too poor to buy clothes, too lazy to wear makeup, and most somewhat trendy clothing makes me feel uncomfortable and flashy. And I really don't care whether I look good or not. Master Fob doesn't seem to care much what I look like either, so we've got a good system going.

Then today I was walking up to the library with S-Boogie and caught a glimpse of myself reflected in the doors. And I felt frumpy and yucky looking. And I began to realize that I'm tired of the fact that my face is broken out all the time and my hair is very blah because the Suave shampoo I bought doesn't work very well. Also, most of my wardrobe has been passed on to me from other people or was bought at thrift stores. About 90% of my maternity clothes came from other people. They are all nice clothes, and most of them look good, but I do miss having some sort of style and some sort of cohesion in my wardrobe. I keep wearing this particular pair of jeans because they are comfortable, but I get embarrassed because they are ankle cut and tapered and look stupid. As much as I hate to admit it, I generally feel better when I look better. So yes, I guess I do have a little bit of vanity hiding inside myself. In theory I would love to say that I don't care what I wear, I'm proud of the fact that I haven't spent money on makeup for over 6 years, or that I don't notice my zits. But in reality I just want to go blow a bunch of money on an "extreme makeover". Just no plastic surgery, unless I decide to become a nudist.

My daughter is a zombie

And she wants to turn the rest of us into zombies too. S-Boogie got up about 6:00 this morning. Then at 6:15. Then 6:20. Then 6:30. At 6:40 I rocked with her until she fell asleep and put her in her bed. Then she got up at 6:50. At about 7:00 Master Fob had gotten out of the shower and I decided that I might as well get up then too. She came in announced that it was now morning, the sun was up, the moon and stars were hiding behind the clouds, and it was time for breakfast.

Now it's 9:30 and she's wandering around the house in a daze sucking her thumb. So am I.

I've been censored

The Daily Universe actually published a letter that I wrote them. They did cut a few lines, but the message still got across. I feel so special.

You can read my letter here. (It's the third one down)

If you want to read the editorial I was responding to, it's here.

My email managed not to save a draft of the letter, but I think that they just cut out a line that talked about how, in addition to students that are homosexual there are students that are married to or dating homosexuals. I really can't remember any more--it seems like there might have been a little more in there...

Now I'm just curious to see what kind of feedback my letter gets...

More tape, please, Mama

This is what happens when I don't want to get off the computer--I bribe her with office supplies. Who needs toys when you have scotch tape?

Cinema Nacho Cheesio

We watched the Academy Awards last night. It was a lot of fun, mostly because we had a party with a bunch of friends and way, way too much food. I woke up this morning with a nacho cheese hangover, but it was worth it.

Whenever I watch the Academy Awards I think I need to watch more movies. I had seen hardly any of the movies that had been nominated. I also have never seen anything by Robert Altman, even though I've heard he's very, very good. This fact embarrasses me a little, since I'm writing my thesis about literature and film. But, I have watched a lot of old movies. I love film noir--now I just need to catch up on the last 10 or 15 years of film.

I also realized that over the last year or so, most of the movies we have gone to see in the theater have been at the insistence of Master Fob (Batman Begins, Brokeback Mountain, Dave Chapelle's Block Party). I'm not sure if this means that I no longer have my own opinions, that I don't care about movies as much as he does, or whether we actually have grown so much alike that they aren't really "his" movies anymore. I'm actually leaning towards the latter option, because I really liked all of them. I did want to see Walk the Line and Pride and Prejudice in the theater and didn't, so maybe I should start asserting my choices a little more. Oh, I just remembered that we also saw Charlie and the Chocolate Factory and Just Like Heaven, both of which were certainly decided on equally by ourselves. So no, I'm not oppressed.

Anyways, the other night we drove to West Jordan in order to see Dave Chappelle's Block Party. It was actually one of the funnest, best movies I've seen in quite a while. Dave is a charismatic guy and it was lots of fun to see him in action. Plus it was neat to see all the musicians getting together and doing what they do best--making music and having a good time. I really did want to stand up in the theater and throw my hands in the air along with the audience on the screen. Even if you aren't a raging hip hop fan, I'd recommend it. It is rated R for adult language, but it still has much fewer swear words than Crash, less violence than Munich, and much less angst than Brokeback Mountain.

Just for Skye

I have three brothers, but only one sister. She is only 16 months younger than me, and it's a good thing we've always looked fairly different since we could practically be twins (not that people haven't mistaken us for them before, for some reason). I'm sure she wouldn't mind me telling you that we didn't always get along while we were growing up. I remember beating each other up, and I know I split her lip open with a carrot once. The other day I found my journal from when I was 13, and about half of the entries were about how much I hated her (sorry). Of course, pretty much all of the entries were about how I hated someone or something. I was a rather angry 13 year old. I don't hate very many people anymore.

Then I went away to BYU and grew up a little (I think). Then she came out to BYU a year later and we took some classes together. The next year we lived together as roommates. And we got to be good friends, even more so when I got back from my mission. She's always been there for me to talk to, and probably knows more about my secrets than anyone else (well, maybe Master Fob, of course).

And, more than anything, she's a really cool person. She's an excellent friend, has great taste in clothes, is generous with her time and money, and has a great sense of humor. S-Boogie is really going to miss her auntie; everyone needs a fun auntie who will buy them lots of rides on the motorcycles at the fair and buy them cool clothes at Gymboree. She's also taken our family portraits for the last 5 Christmases, starting with our engagement photos. And now she's joined the Peace Corps and will be flying off to Morocco this weekend to brighten their lives for 2 years.

I'm really excited for her and hope she has some wonderful adventures. I know the people there will love her as much as we do. I've had two brothers go on missions, but for some reason this time it's harder for me to say goodbye. If you want to find out why she's so cool, you should read her blog (she's promised to update it as regularly as she can).

We love you and wish you luck!

Master Fob made me do it

Four Jobs I've Had
1. Early morning paper delivery person
2. Taco Bell slave
3. Secretary
4. Spanish teacher

Four Movies I can watch over and over
1. Moulin Rouge!
2. Disney's Robin Hood
3. Little Women
4. Some Like it Hot

Four Places I've Lived
1. California
2. Maryland
3. Spain
4. Utah

Four TV Shows I Love
1. The Simpsons
2. Jeopardy
3. Law and Order
4. Most stuff on the Food Network

Four highly regarded and recommended TV shows that I've never watched a single minute of
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4. Um, what are some highly regarded shows?

Four Places I've Vacationed
1. Wyoming
2. Hawaii
3. California
4. New Mexico

Four of my favorite dishes
1. Anything Thai, especially chicken satay, sticky rice, curry, or that coconut chicken soup
2. warm homemade brownies
3. oreo milkshakes
4. arroz con leche

Four sites I visit daily
1. NY Times
2. Yahoo Weather
3. Salt Lake Tribune
4. 100 Hour Board

Four Places I'd Rather Be Right Now
1. San Diego
2. The beach at Ko Olina
3. A nice hot bath
4. Madrid

Four Bloggers I am tagging
1. SkyeJ
2. Anyone else who wants to do it...
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