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Enough of that :)

Gee that last post was depressing ~ Liza is just fine. The fact is, I have never seen a child faint or have a seizure...now I know and will be more composed next time...not that it is EvEr going to happen again.

I've been tagged. Time to reveal 6 things that make me happy. I am going to change the rules to "6 things besides my family, the gospel, my health and stability that make me happy"

#1. A sunny day - I used to work at the Space Needle and part of our tour included the phrase "we only see a full day of sun 52 days out of the year." NO joke. Let's just say there are 52 days out of the year that I am happier than the rest.
#2. Reading a book in bed. Chances are if you call my house between 1-3 it will ring busy. I don't let anything get in the way of a little R & R.
#3. Email. I LOVE email. I think I check my inbox 30 times a day.
#4. Wednesdays ~ for reasons that are too superficial to list.
#5. Really good chinese food. I just heard about two new restaurants in the International District that I am dying to try.
#6. Crossing the finish line...

I tag Makay, Shannan, Marisa, JoLynn, Laura (do you still blog?) and Nat

Comments

Marisa said…
When you want to try those Chinese restaurants give us a call! I love the international district (and Chinese food)!

I will try to be a good girl and post my 6 things :)
Michaelynn said…
Ah...I need to find some good Chinese around here. My first legal job was in the International District. There is some really amazing cuisine there. I miss it.
Natallee said…
I love this list! I love Wednesdays too~ There is something about knowing that the week is half over that feels good- the weekend is just around the corner! And who doesn't love a sunny day??! That is a great list!
The Dillon 6 said…
I didn't know you worked at the Space Needle! Did you use your Chinese??

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