Modern Day Scavenger Hunt

The reason I say it's a modern day scavenger hunt is because it's going to be done with a computer instead of outside. I saw something similar on Pioneer Woman's website, but I came up with the name myself. Honestly, I had forgotten all about the one she did. I wanted something different, and this is what I came up with! Blogger doesn't want to fix my spacing, so just ignore it. I'm not sure why it looks like that when I post it, it looks ok on my end.


The Object of the Game: Find as many things out about me by searching through my entries--old and new.

  • How many days a week do I go to physical therapy?

  • Is my twin a boy or a girl?

  • What am I majoring in?


  • What is my favorite fruit to eat during summer?

  • What do I love to do in my spare time?

                          • What accessory did my mom's snow[wo]man have on?


                          • What do I refer to life as?


                          • What's my motto about physical therapy?


                          • What's the title of a recent book I've read that chronicles the story of a man who overcomes incredible odds in his life?


                          • What never happens where I live?

                          Extra Credit Question: In your opinion, what's my blog about? My mom thought this would be a good question and so did I.


                          I thought this would be a fun way to see how much my readers know about me. Leave me a comment with your answers!

                          Comments

                          The Blonde Duck said…
                          Ok. I need to study for this.
                          1:10 PM
                          tam7777 said…
                          I know the answer---but since I am the mom I can't enter. Just look on her posts and find the answers.

                          GL
                          10:29 PM
                          BK said…
                          What a neat idea!
                          3:49 PM
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