10-20-30! Let the Virus Begin!

UPDATE: Wow! This thing is taking off. I've found one fifth generation poster, and have enjoyed reading as many as I can. Good job everyone? Is anyone a tenth generation? Can you trace it?

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Quick: What were you doing ten, twenty and thirty years ago?

Ten years ago: I lived in Edmonds, Washington in a blue house with white trim. We had a white picket fence that Patrick and our friend Dave Spiro built. We attended Sunrise Christian Fellowship. I was newly pregnant with my third child, Julia, feeling sick to my stomach. I helped format newsletters and wrote in my spare moments. I was a full time mommy, and I reveled in taking walks with my friend Kathy. My closest most amazing friend was Stacey. My hair was brown, not blond. I was out of shape, but I weighed less than I do now (go figure). I loved to cook and I had an amazing group of really fun friends.

Twenty years ago: I was attending Pacific Lutheran University, majoring in English. I lived in a dorm and lamented dorm food. My dearest friend was Julie. We had amazing adventures together. I sang in coffeehouses, attended Puget Sound Christian Center, and was far too anal-retentive about grades. I was too skinny. I had a great group of Christian friends who prayed me through college. God healed me of much during that year of my life. I think that's the year (gasp!) that I got a perm.

Thirty years ago: I was in the fifth grade, with the meanest teacher of my elementary career. We lived in an old white clapboard house on several acres. In two months, my biological father would be dead. My best friend was Amber. I had horses, stringy hair, and was mildly interested in grades. I walked to school. We lived near a convenience store where I discovered the beauty and joy of frozen yogurt, way before TCBY made it popular.

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All right, I'm going to tag some of you. It's an experiment to see how many degrees we can separate (kind of like Kevin Bacon, only it's relevantblog). Even if you're not tagged, don't be crabby, just take up the baton and run with it. Here's what I ask: Have folks post their 10-20-30s, and then link back to the Mother Ship (http://www.relevantblog.blogspot.com/) or write a comment here, saying where you heard about this experiment and sharing where you blog. This isn't to build my empire, it's to find out how far we can expand the blogosphere. After all this talk about blog tours, it got me thinking. How many people can one blog potentially reach?

So here are my tags (7 girls 5 boys, 12 bloggers in all, like a mixed bag of disciples):

Melodee (loves dark chocolate like me)
Randy (a guru of marketing and fiction)
Jen (though she's like twenty something and has no thirty year history YET!)
Sandi (my friend who's getting her PhD...Go, go, go!)
Little Bridget (though she's a youngster herself...hey Bridget, you need to meet Jen, she's in Oregon right now!)
Anne of Not Green Bagels (who I will MISS when she moves)
Marcus (need more men on this... Marcus, meet Randy)
Ragamuffin Diva (who cheers me up with truth)
Spaghetti Pie (another youngling who makes great bagels)
Wildfire Rob (Now, Rob, think of this as an experiment in marketing. Oh, and meet Randy and Marcus)
Justin (Jen's hubby . . . Justin, say HEY to Rob, Randy and Marcus)
Ro (Ro, you know Justin. I thought I'd include a Dutchman(person) in this thing to make it international)

So let the linking and socializing and experimenting begin!