Monday, April 7, 2008

We Interrupt This Countdown to Bring You: THE FIRST TIME I HAVE EVER BEEN TAGGED!

I never get tagged, and it secretly hurts my feelings. Maybe I am too candid on my blog, so nobody really CARES to know anything more about me. But I FINALLY got tagged and I am so excited. I will try to provide new and exciting information.

I was almost finished with my second semester at BYU. I was being inspired by Louise Plummer in my introduction to the English major class. I was writing to, and spending a great deal of time and effort on a missionary whom I neither dated nor married after he returned from his mission (I want my hand-painted, Italian-made nativity back! You know who you are....) I was preparing to kick my Italian 101 class's butt and get the highest score in the class. I was also having elaborate daydreams about my Italian 101 teacher, and spending a great deal of class time wondering why he wore such strangely pleated pants (for the record: the daydreams were not romantic. He was married and his wife was in my intro to English major class. I was just fascinated by him, since he was the first Italian man I had ever seen up close.) I wore forest green nike sneakers, listened to a lot of Indigo Girls and Sarah M, and never imagined that in ten years I would be living in Taiwan, not married to my missionary, and pregnant with my third baby.

1. Go back to the Jade Market before we leave Taiwan
2. Find a house to buy in Rexburg
3. Figure out what to name our new baby
4. Take a shower
5. Pack up my apartment

1. Pretzel Pete's chocolate covered, peanut butter filled pretzel nuggets
2. Blueberry filled donuts
3. Craisins
4. Popcorn: movie theater
5. Quaker Oat Squares

1. Fried rice from Zhuwei
2. Roast beef and mashed potatoes
3. Pizza
4. Pot stickers, but only when Mike makes them
5. Chili's chicken crispers

I think about this more often than I'd like to admit. First, I would give money to every member of my family, enough to pay off their houses at the very least. Then, I would set up a scholarship for English Masters students at BYU who are married to Chinese Masters students and who have two year old boys that they have to pass back and forth on BYU campus all day long. Then I would probably buy Mike a unimog or whatever kind of off road vehicle he is interested in at the time. Next, I would get myself a house that has TWO dishwashers.

Actually, we have lived in 6 places over the course of our 7 year marriage.
1. Tianjin, China
2. Provo, Utah
3. Rexburg, Idaho
4. Tucson, Arizona
5. Springville, Utah
6. Zhuwei, Taiwan

My favorite quote comes from Jeffrey R Holland, who, when talking about the sabbath day, said "lighten up." Boo-yah!

I tag Robyn, Smash, Frozen Cacti, the cast of the Provonian, Jenny, Tricia, Ginna, and everyone else who has ever felt the sting of never being tagged. You know who you are.


  1. You're so interesting. I wish I were more interesting.

  2. Ha. You are just saying that. I am SO not interesting compared to you.

  3. I will never forget those forest green Nikes. You probably wore them on our first outing to What Dreams May Come. And I just wanted to say re: your food choices that I am disappointed that you put craisins (and sort of about the Quaker Oat Squares) when there are so many other better, unhealthy options--Swiss Cake Rolls, for example. I highly endorse Chili's Chicken Crispers as well. Yum.

  4. Ginna,
    How did I miss your answers to these questions? Well, sorry I tagged you for a quiz you had already taken. I DO look at your blog.

    I was feeling guilt and pressure because Heidi called me a junk food addict on her blog, hence the craisins and oat squares. Although I DO like them, they are no match for swiss cake rolls.

  5. What does it mean to be "tagged"? This is all new to me.


  6. Mom-in-law,
    Being tagged just means that someone asked you to answer the same questions that they answered on their blog. Some weirdo comes up with a list of questions, then answers them, then "tags" several people so those people will answer the same questions and then tag more people. It's like those old Coke commercials where people sing "I'd Like to Teach the World to Sing in Perfect Harmony" and hold hands, and for a moment, the entire world is connected. So sweet....

  7. I never get tagged either. And most of the people doing the "tagging" have told me that they only have blogs because I got mine first...which I got after you got yours. Give the grandmother of your blog some love! Honestly. I have often wondered if tagging was cool or not, but then I realized that it was all about popularity which, I realized, is the essence of cool. Right?

    You and Jana have both taken pity on me and tagged me and so count on some juicy question answering.

  8. Okay. Done. Check the blog for my answers. Weirdos come up with these questions, huh? What if that weirdo was me? I'll go sing the Coke song to myself now. Hopefully that will make me feel better- j/k!

  9. I'm late, but have fulfilled my tagged duties.