Firsts – not fists (sorry, Vahid), not rs (sorry, Spanish language), firsts

I was going to spill the beans about my theories on BSG, but I left my handwritten notes at work so I’ll have to post those for Friday. Instead I will do a meme that I found on none other than my mom’s blog:

my hero 1. Who was your FIRST prom date?
I refused all invitations to the prom. Not my scene.
2. Do you still talk to your FIRST love?
Sometimes. He’s a Facebook friend. The extent of our conversations are me saying “omg your kids are so CUTE!” and him going “thanks!”
3. What was your FIRST alcoholic drink?
Who knows… my dad’s house was one big party sometimes.
4. What was your FIRST job?
I worked for the computer lab guy at my high school running diagnostics and installing memory and cleaning out dust bunnies from the school computers. My mom said we had to pretend I was introverted for me to get the job. Little did I know I was introverted.

5. What was your FIRST car?
A silver GMC something. My mom knows the details better.

6. Who was the FIRST person to text you today?
Dawg, but I txted him first. (And this is Wednesday’s answer, because I’m asleep by the time these publish.)

7. Who is the FIRST person you thought of this morning?
Georgia. She thinks she’s a person and it’s her job to be in my face when the alarm goes off.

8. Who was your FIRST grade teacher?
Mrs. Gable. She was Break Boy’s first grade teacher too.

9. Where did you go on your FIRST airplane ride?
England, by way of Canada.

10. Who was your FIRST best friend?
Garfield, my orange boy kitty cat.

11. Where was your FIRST sleepover?
Blake’s house, I think…

12. Who was the FIRST person you talked to today?
Dawg

13. Whose wedding were you in the FIRST time?
My brother’s.

14. What was the FIRST thing you did this morning?
Roll over and hug Dawg so I could go back to sleep.

15. What was the FIRST concert you ever went to?
Wang Chung and Tina Turner. (My mom’s first was Ike and Tina.)

16. FIRST tattoo?
I don’t have any. I now know what I would get if I got one, as long as everyone else who matters was ok with it too.

17. FIRST piercing?
My mom tells the story better than I can, but I was 8 and I almost didn’t get my other ear pierced after it hurt so much to get one pierced. I never wear earrings.

18. FIRST foreign country you’ve been to?
Besides Canada which hardly counts if you live in Vermont, England.

19. FIRST movie you remember seeing?
Star Wars IV. For the non-SW nerds, that’s the “first” one made, just not the first one chronologically.

20. When was your FIRST detention?
I have never been detained, except on the train, due to train traffic ahead of me.

21. What was the first state you lived in?
VT

22. Who was your FIRST roommate?
Teresa

23. If you had one wish. What would it be?
The answer to this goes without saying.

24. What is something you would learn if you had the chance?
I was learning Spanish from Scottish people on the ride in Wednesday morning, and distinctly decided that method was not going to work for me, but that I do really want to learn Spanish.

25. Who do you think will be the next person to post this?
Hulk Hogan and Danny Spivey will tag team it.

8 thoughts on “Firsts – not fists (sorry, Vahid), not rs (sorry, Spanish language), firsts

  1. It hurts too much to remember that much. I don’t mean because of painful memories or anything like that; I just mean it’s a lot of work and I’m lazy.

    And this isn’t my first time being lazy.

  2. The whole England via Canada still smells like drug smuggling to me.

    Or maybe it was kitty smuggling.

    I can’t wait to see what Dan Spivey is gonna write!!!

  3. Love your last superhero name! ;)

    I’m taking Natalie to get her ears pierced soon and I’ve been debating whether to have her do the double gun or one at a time. After reading your experience, I think I’ll go with the double.

  4. I didn’t go to the prom, either. Because I was absolutely socially inept, dateless, and my job at the radio station gave me a good excuse to skip it.

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