TAGGED BY TAMPA

Answer the questions and then tag five people:

5 Things I was doing 5 years ago:
1-5 Same crap I am doing now.


5 Things on my list to do today:
1. Send a report for work
2. Go to petco
3. Catch up on my TIVO as I have been in LA
4. Audit work on my client
5. Do this annoying tag thing for my daughter who is a blog freak.


5 things I would do with a Million Dollars:
1. Make it easy for my kids to made their mortgages
2. Take the family to Hawaii
3. Buy a car I would like to have
4. Help people who are down on their luck-- a lot of people in today's economy
5. Try to live off some investment income.


5 places I have lived:
1. Southern California
2. St. George, Utah
3. Guatemala
4. El Salvado
5. Provo


5 jobs I have held:
1. Souviner sales at Dodger Stadium
2. Cop in Santa Monica
3. News paper route in the Hollywood hills
4. Cleaned rugs
5. Father


5 things I want to be doing in 5 years:
1-5 Same crap I am doing today

I tag Charlie, Tammi, Lauren, Kelsey- thats all the people I know.

Mom and Dad, thanks for druging us

This is a picture of my sister Sue and I. We had great parents who, with all their effort, tried to teach us proper principles to live by. We didn't always listen, but, we are today what our parents taught us.
Most of my family are school teachers in Southern Utah. Story after story tells me that many parents today enable their children to the point the child losses sight of what should be consequences for their actions and what accountability is. To you parents that feel, "my child can do no wrong" I tell you, you are blind to the truth.
I really enjoyed the following story:
'The other day, someone at a store in our town read that a Methamphetamine lab had been found in an old farmhouse in the adjoining county and he asked me a rhetorical question. "Why didn't we have a drug problem when you and I were growing up." I replied I had a drug problem when I was young; I was drug to church on Sunday morning. I was drug to church for weddings and funerals. I was drug to family reunions and community socials no matter the weather.
I was drug by my ears when I was disrespectful to adults. I was also drug to the woodshed when I disobeyed my parents, told a lie, brought home a bad report card, did not speak with respect, spoke ill of the teacher or the preacher, or I didn't put forth my best effort in everything that was asked of me.
I was drug to the kitchen sink to have my mouth washed out with soap if I uttered a profanity.
I was drug out to pull weeds in mom's garden and flowerbeds and cockleburs out of dad's fields.
I was drug to the homes of family, friends and neighbors to help out some poor soul who had no one to mow the yard, repair the clothesline, or chop some firewood; and, if my mother had ever known that I took a single dime as a tip for this kindness, she would have drug me back to the woodshed.
Those drugs are still in my veins and they affect my behavior in everything I do, say, or think. They are stronger than cocaine, crack, or heroin; and, if today's children had this kind of drug problem, American would be a better place.
God bless the parents who drugged us.