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The First Time Ever I…

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I have no idea why I’m doing two memes in the same year, let alone the same month, but I needed a break in between chick movies to cleanse the proverbial palette. So… yeah.

  1. Do you still talk to your FIRST love?
    Ehhh… I honestly am not sure who my first love really was.  Not to get all soft focus, but I’m not sure I knew what love was until I was much older.  But if we’re talking first “like, oh my god, I’m totally going to lie to my parents and invite him over for Chinese food when they’re out of town, choke on some baby corn, pray that we make out and then totally cry when he leaves because the dog shit in the room right when he was going to kiss me” love… then, uh, no.
  2. What was your FIRST alcoholic drink?
    A Manhattan on the rocks.  My dad let me eat the cherries from his drink, so I assumed it all tasted like that and drank half of one of this cocktails before he realized that I’d done it — and I realized that man, that was no Roy Rogers.
  3. What was your FIRST job?
    If you don’t count babysitter, then perfume ninja for The Broadway department store. Also, Pizza Hut cook.
  4. What was your FIRST car?
    A 1984 silver Camaro Berlinetta with T-tops and Mag wheels which my stepmother picked out for me. A few days later I gave her some lip when I couldn’t find a scrunchee for her hair or some other ridiculous thing we fought about in hindsight and she sold it to our housekeeper.   Then I watched our housekeeper drive “my” car to work every day for a year and a half.  While I realize not everyone had the luxury of a housekeeper, or got a car for their 16th birthday, it’s a nice example of the dynamic relationship we had.
  5. Who was the FIRST person to text you today?
    Hmmm… you know, I don’t think I received one text yet today.
  6. Who is the FIRST person you thought of this morning?
    Lulu!  Do rabbits count?
  7. Who was your FIRST grade teacher?
    Sister Consuela at St. Charles Borromeo Catholic School.
  8. Where did you go on your FIRST ride on an airplane?
    I’m not really sure. It could have been Los Angeles to visit my grandparents when I lived in Foster City or… I vaguely recall a trip to Dallas to visit one of my mom’s friends, but… I’m not really sure.
  9. Who was your FIRST best friend & do you still talk?
    I think I’d have to go with Jennifer Blackwell. I haven’t spoken to her in years, though I do wonder sometimes what became of her.  She’s the first person I remember calling my best friend. She lived on the next street over and was two years older than me.  Everything was fun until she hit puberty and my dad thought she was too old for me.  But I remember watching MTV for the first time in her living room.
  10. Where was your FIRST sleep over?
    Oh, I have no idea. It was probably at my cousin Angelique’s house in Capistrano Beach.  My aunt had (has?) a house on the cliff over looking the beach.  I’d sleep on this square corner 70′s-esque “couch” thing and listen to the ocean to fall asleep.
  11. Who was the FIRST person you talked to today?
    mikey, I do believe.  Assuming we’re not counting rabbits or people we’ve spoken to online.
  12. Whose wedding were you in the FIRST time?
    I think it was my cousin Kathleen’s wedding.  Though, I don’t think I was technically in the wedding. I remember I had a peach dress on that my grandmother bought from some fancy shop in Mexico and I felt weird about being there because I didn’t even know my cousin Kathleen. I think if I were to confirm a wedding I was truly in, it would be my friend Anne’s wedding back in… uh… 1994?  I remember she had fire & ice roses, I wore a forest green velvet and taffeta dress and my bangs were way too short.
  13. What was the FIRST thing you did this morning?
    Snuggled a bun. Are you sensing a theme?
  14. What was the FIRST concert you ever went to?
    Some people might not count this as a real “concert”, but I saw Paul Anka in Vegas when I was 8 or so. If you want to go with real live grown-up, no parents, wine coolers in the parking lot concert, I suppose it would be The Cramps, Ziggy Marley, They Might Be Giants and The B-52′s at XFest in 1990.
  15. FIRST tattoo?
    Ah, the unfortunate first tattoo. I went in with an old friend Ali on Father’s Day in 1998.  We’d come from the beach, were totally sunburned and the only place on my body that wasn’t red was my left ankle. I wanted “chi” in Kanji  on my left ankle, very small. Very small, like nickel-sized.  This was before everyone on this great wide planet had a Kanji tattoo, yet I’m still not sure why I chose that particular thing.  Alas, Ali talked me into getting “friend”, as well so we could both have the same tattoo.  She got hers on her stomach, I got mine next to the ‘chi’ tattoo.  So, reading my tattoo makes absolutely no sense.  And the cherry on top, the guy made them more like the size of quarters… maybe half dollars.  While I sometimes wish I didn’t have them, I often forget they’re there and they don’t bother me that much.
  16. First piercing?
    First piercing? Really? That’s the big finale?  *sigh* Ok… well.  This isn’t terribly exciting, but my ears.  I was thirteen years old and my dad wouldn’t let me get my ears pierced. He said I’d look like a hooker from Idaho. I’m not sure why my dad was familiar with Idaho hookers, but that was his stance. My stepmom, however, took me to get them pierced at the mall on my 13th birthday.  She made me promise to wear tiny studs and perhaps not show my dad until they had healed up more.  Of course, as a headstrong teenager, do you think I just wore tiny studs?  Hell no. As soon as those lobes healed, I would put hoops on or big Debbie Gibson-looking earrings when I got to school.  Sometimes I would forget to take them out when I got home and uh… yeah, he figured it out. Guess who looked like a hooker from Idaho?

I think the last question on this is weak. you can’t close with “first piercing”! Please. If you think of a better closer, let me know, but in the meantime, and in honor of the holiday, I pose this question:

Who made you your first “mix tape” and what was on it, from what you can recall?  (Or, vice versa, if you gave a mix tape, who did you give it to and what was on it?)

Meme, Myself and I

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This meme has been floating around Facebook and after being tagged 3 times, I caved and did it. I decided to cross-post for your amusement. Or because I’m phoning it in. Choose your adventure. :)

25 Random Things About Me

  1. I’m a native Californian and ridiculously proud San Diegan. I wasn’t aware of the latter until I lived somewhere else for a while.
  2. I lived in Dallas, TX for 3 years. I’ve been going around unwittingly saying 5 years until just now, not because I can’t count, but I think because it felt like five years (and yet I was still really sad to leave, honest).
  3. I have a birthmark on my right thigh that looks like a tiny turd. Kathy calls me Poopleg.
  4. Once I had a dream that The Littles were living under my nightstand.
  5. I like when men who are losing their hair crop it really close like Ed Harris… or Jeremy Piven before he got plugs. It’s sexy. Give up the dream, gentlemen.
  6. The Cure is my all-time favorite band. I never really thought of myself as one of those people who had a “favorite” band, but I’ve thought about it in earnest and yes, The Cure is my favorite.  But my favorite singer is Ella Fitzgerald. Go figure.
  7. I used to swear a lot when I started blogging. It wasn’t intentional or anything, just the phase/stage I was at in my life. I also think I took example from other bloggers. It was a very “I Bitch, Therefore I Blog” time. Hm. Not a bad tagline… anyway, I’m neither a trucker nor a prude, but I prefer to write instead with small doses of blue language… for effect. Asshole.
  8. If I could attach a neverending can of Wild Cherry Diet Pepsi to my maw like a feedbag, I totally would.
  9. While I hate to sound all Katy Perry, I date whomever strikes my fancy.
  10. I like olive loaf. Don’t tell anyone.
  11. There is an unholy amount of series set to record in my DVR. 50 is my most recent count. But I totally don’t have time to go to the gym.
  12. I have a vague recollection of showing the mailman my underpants.
  13. When I was growing up, I had a free-range cockatiel named “Bird” who woke me up every morning at 7am. Until my dad gave him to a bartender. I still don’t get what that was about.
  14. I once went on a fruit-of-the-month binge where I tried a new fruit every month. During Orange month, I must have tried every variety of orange found in San Diego (and orange-like brethren, like clementines and tangelos). Apple month was a favorite. Banana month only lasted 3 days.
  15. Sometimes I feel like I don’t open myself up for new experiences enough, though I also feel like I’ve had more experiences than anyone should have by the ripe age of 35.
  16. I’m good at landing on my feet and discovering hidden talents in myself. New job in biotech documentation? Figure it out! Needed a display built? Santa’s Workshop out of Duraflame logs! Short a florist? I’m your gal. I’ve been a model, a perfume ninja, a caricature artist, a piano bar singer, assorted administrative assistants, a butcher, baker and a candlestick maker! Ok, not those last three. Whatever I do, I pride myself at doing a good job and learning everything I can to excel. Except that modeling thing. That sucked.
  17. I lost 90-something pounds a few years ago and gained 32 back slowly over 5 years. I swore that I wouldn’t be that person who puts all their weight back on and more, so I rejoined WW this year – 6 years to the day after I joined the first time.
  18. I am the proud owner of the most faaaaaaabulous bunny on Earth. But she’s modest about it.
  19. I once saw Richard Dreyfus at a McDonald’s in Culver City.
  20. I want to take a bartending program and advanced mixology courses through various nationwide conferences until I become a high-end Master Mixologist. Just because.
  21. I’m self-conscious about the tiny gap between my two front teeth. Overall, I’m comfortable with my face, but this gap reminds me of cartoons or movies where the idiot is always missing a tooth or is gap-toothed. I don’t think that about other people with gaps, even giant gaps. I think it’s often beautiful or quirky. Yet, my tiny gap somehow gives me a Hillbilly Complex.
  22. I rhyme all the time.
  23. I love girl movies (aka chick flicks). Good ones, bad ones, so bad they’re good ones… I just love them. Especially romantic comedies. I’m not sure much for high-strung period pieces, but throw in Mean Girls and I’m right there with you.
  24. Kathy and I talk in “girl movie” quotes. If one of us cannot name that movie, we are scorned. With love.
  25. Occasionally, after getting to know me, someone will tell me they used to think I was unapproachable or intimidating, which I find bizarre. Flattering, sort of, but also a kind of a bummer. I’m totally the 180 degree opposite of that. If you ever run into me somewhere, please feel free to say hi. I’m talking at a bar or at a party, mixer, meet-up, whatever. Not the tampon aisle at Target. That’s just weird.

Go tell it on a mountain.