Thursday, August 13, 2009

Meme-rly Delicious

I did it. I've stolen a meme. It's okay-all the cool kids are doing it. I stole this from my gal pal Robynn, who stole it from her friend Jientje. And now, a meme you can file as "more than you ever wanted to know about me, and then some".

1. Who was your first date?
It depends on your definition of date. I met a neighbor kid at our apartment pool at a mutually agreed upon time, and after we hung out he kissed me....then I never spoke to him again. I went out a couple times after that with people I was interested in, but we went dutch and we didn't so much as hold hands (obviously the feeling was not mutual). If you want to talk about an actual dinner-and-a-movie preplanned intentional date with mutual feelings, my very first date was with Hubby.

I know, cheese factor=1000.

2. Do you still talk to your first love?
No. Hubby is my first and only everything, except my first love. Once upon a time a different boy and I fell in love, but extremely drama-ful life circumstances never allowed us to date. I waited around for him for nearly a year, then finally I decided to open my mind to other possibilities. A week later I met Hubby and knew the minute I saw him that while I may have loved the other boy for who he was and in a very honest way, Hubby was THE ONE. Ironically enough, about two weeks after Hubby and I started dating things fell in line that would have allowed my first love and I to date...and I turned him down. It was sad and sweet at the same time, and I will never forget a single detail of what that was like. After that it was just impossible to stay in touch with him. I think he was too hurt, and I felt too guilty. Still, I hope he's doing well, wherever he is now.

3. What was your first alcoholic drink?
A Zima, with a Blue Raspberry jolly rancher in the bottom. I may only drink twice a year, but I still miss them now that they're not around anymore.

4. What was your first job?
Besides babysitting? I worked at a gourmet pizza place. I'm still a pizza snob because of it. My favorite is pizza with garlic sauce, spinach, artichoke, feta, mozzarella, and tomatoes. MMMMMMMMM....

5. What was your first car?
A 1982 Blazer that had broken doors that wouldn't shut without a bungee cord, a heater that didn't work, and a really terrible oil leak. Hey, it was $200.

6. Where did you go on your first ride on an airplane?
I have never and will never go anywhere on an airplane. Uh-uh. Not happening. If I can't get there by car, boat, or train you won't see me there.

7. Who was your first best friend and do you still talk?
My first best friend's name was Polly. He was a boy, and his name was actually Polyblahblahblahblahblah, but no one could pronounce it so everyone just called him Polly. We got along tremendously because he was a boy named Polly and I was ostracized for being smart so we had social rejection in common. I haven't spoken to him since Kindergarten though, because I moved schools a lot. In my entire school career I ended up going to a total of 9 different schools (either by moving or by going to school out of district from the rest of my classmates). That wasn't really conducive to keeping close friends.

8. Whose wedding did you attend the first time you went to one?
The first wedding I can remember being at was when my Aunt Lane and Uncle Gary got married, but before I was born I was in a parent's.

9. Tell us about your first roommate...
Well, technically the first person I ever shared a room with was my sister-but that was forced cohabitation, so I don't really think that counts. The first people I ever lived with after I was on my own was actually a group of kids in a transitional living facility for homeless teenagers. (I've lived on my own since I was 16, and needless to say I didn't have any actual money when I started out. Probably something to do with not having an actual job, since I wasn't exactly planning on going it alone. ) My first roommates were very cool people. Two guys and a girl. They were different from any other people I had ever known. The girl was a party girl-and up to that point my idea of "party" was cosmic bowling. She was really out there, but very sweet. One of the boys was a raver, and for months I woke up every morning at 5am to DaRude vs. Cosmic Gate Sandstorm/Exploration of Space. It is a very LOUD techno song with lots of whistles and whoops and such. The other boy actually ended up being my first love later down the road. They were all so colorful, and were definitely not saints, but they were actually amazing people. They helped me learn to believe in myself, and taught me that I had value, and I wouldn't be the person I am today without them. Then, they transitioned out and the crazies came. When I left the house had a compulsive liar who believed his uncle was in the CIA, a girl who sliced her own clothing with razor blades, another girl who would shoot heroin and then try to jump off the roof, and a third girl who was manic, bipolar, and off her meds. So I've had some very bad roommates too.

10. If you had one wish, what would it be (other than more wishes)?
That everyone I love would stay safe and happy and healthy as long as they live.

11. What is something you would learn if you had a chance?
If I had the time and money I would go to college to become a defense attorney.

12. Did you marry the first person you were in love with?
No, and I'm so glad. He was wonderful, but Hubby is the perfect man for me.

13. What were the first lessons you ever took and why?
I took ballet starting when I was 3. I have no idea why, but it couldn't have had much to do with me-I was 3.

14. What is the first thing you do when you get home?
Kiss my family!


Muthering Heights and Other Senseless Sensibility said...

Have you really never flown before? It's sooooooooooooooo much better than driving!

Tania @ Larger Family Life said...

I love finding out more about people. I think I'm just nosy!

Thank you!

MrsM said...

Muthering Heights-Oh I won't fly. Serious phobia issue. The thing is, people tell you that flying is safer than driving, when in actuality it's not. People just fly less-but if they flew as much as they drove they would be just as likely to have something go wrong...but they'd be even MORE likely to die from an airplane accident/malfunction than they would be from one in a vehicle.

Yeah, I'm not getting on a plane of my own free will. Hubby, on the other hand loves to fly. He's been to Italy and France and China. I told him if he wanted me to go somewhere like that, he'd have to do it while I was unconscious.

Tania-Me too!! I think the Meme was a mood killer around here, but I always love reading memes so I thought I'd do one =)