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I've been tagged...

The rules for 6 Things Meme - I have to answer 6 questions about myself. At the end of the post, I then tag 6 people and post their names, then go to their blogs and leave them a comment, letting them know they’ve been tagged and asking them to read my blog. Then, I must let the person who tagged me know when I’ve posted my answers.

Here goes something ...

6 Places I have lived.

1) Sydney, NSW
2) Bolungarvik, West Fjords of Iceland
3) Canberra, ACT
4) Asker, Norway
5) Adelaide, SA
6) Melbourne, Vic

What I was doing 10 years ago

1998 - Let me see... I was doing my Graduate Diploma of Education: Vocational Education and Training, through Melbourne Uni. I was planning my November wedding (that we'd ONLY JUST booked at the Registery Office that July), and planning to start ttcing (Erik) September, whoo hoo!

5 things on my to do list

1) Send out invites to Bryn's birthday
2) Pick up Bryn's birthday present
3) Figure out what nappy supplies I still need for baby #4
4) Have a baby
5) Write a novel

Snacks I like to eat

1) Indian curries
2) Mashed potatos
3) Hungry Jacks Whopper with cheese combos, minus onion, minus tomato, minus pickle...

If I was a billionaire

1) I wouldn't tell anyone, LOL...
2) I'd fly my entire family to Icelandic (including mum/partner and bro)
3) Buy a house in this suburb across the road from the boys' school, rofl!!!
4) Have my own cheuffer drive car to take me places...
5) Get Dave a sensory deprivation tank

I know I'm supposed to tag six people, but here's the thing - I'm usually the last person to be tagged, rofl... So, if you haven't been tagged yet, consider yourself tagged now!


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