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Two names you go by:
1.Revhipchick
2. C-ry

Two things you are wearing right now:
1. t-shirt
2. skort

Two of your favorite things:
1. blogging
2. playing farkel with a group of great friends

Two things you want very badly at the moment:
1. more energy
2. our belongings boxed up nicely in labeled boxes by someone other than myself

Two favorite pets you have or had
1. Wishbone
2. Frisky

Two people you hope will fill this out
1. Iris
2.Mandy

Two things you did last night:
1. met with the new pastor parish committee
2. toured our soon to be new home

Two things you ate last night:
1. ice cream cone
2. club sandwich

Two people you last talked to:
1. Merkin
2. Valerie

Two things you are doing tomorrow:
1. going to church
2. watching "For the Bible Tells Me So" during youth group

Farthest trips taken in the last 5 years:
1. Oregon Coast
2. NYC

Two favorite holidays:
1. Halloween
2. Epiphany

Two favorite beverages:
1. sweet tea
2. amareto sours


TAG, YOU'RE IT!

(ok, so not the most fun meme, but if you feel like playing please do! please let me know in the comments that you're playing so i can go read your answers!)

Comments

Iris said…
I did it! I like amareto (sp?) sours, too. Sounds good right now!
Jan said…
Nice to read about you. Thanks for stopping by my blog with the cartoon about food! Infinity Squared is my daughter, btw.

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