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| Friday, May 20th, 2011 | | 12:52 pm |
| | Thursday, February 17th, 2011 | | 6:41 pm |
What I Want To Be When I Grow Up
My sister and I have spent some time lately talking about our respective careers - whether the jobs we're in are the right ones, what else we could see ourselves maybe doing, what the right money/happiness balance is - so it's been on my mind, which is I guess why I had this dream. I was in the middle of disembodied voices giving me various career advice. Then phones started ringing. Then resumes started flying into my hands. Then it just got louder and louder and crazier and crazier until the voices were shouting and the resumes were swirling around me, trapping me in this vortex, until I literally put my foot down and, shouting to be heard over all the noise, said, "I want! To be! A SONGWRITER!" Yeah. Still. There are all kinds of things I've thought about doing over the years. I like languages. I could do PR. I would probably be good at teaching. I actually really like ticketing, though that's a pretty small world with few job openings. Working with children, maybe? They say the medical field is the only one that's actually creating jobs right now; perhaps I could do something with that. (Do I sound like Nigel Tufnel being asked what he'd be doing if he weren't playing lead guitar for a heavy metal band and saying, "Surgery. I like surgery"?) But I have always, and I mean always, wanted to be a songwriter. I didn't know that was a real thing that you could be until I was 13, but even before that, I wanted to be it. Even when everything else related to music goes out the window because I'm busy or broke or lazy, I still write songs. It's really the only thing that I love, that I'm good at, and that feels like MY thing that I was meant to do. I just don't know how to make it THE thing that I do. I did the DIY singer/songwriter thing (but never enough, never wholeheartedly, what if I tried it again but really committed?) and burned out on that. There was a local singer/songwriter, years ago, who got a job with the publishing division of a record company; they set her up in a house in California and paid her $30,000 a year to write songs for other people. Pretty much sounds like my dream job! But then she came back to Atlanta and put out an album called "Be Careful What You Wish For." This is all musing for naught at the moment, though, because I have to get back to working on my resume. I'm applying for a job. In marketing. Which was never even on my list, but forward motion... or even just motion... oh, I don't know. Wish me luck. Current Mood:  sick | | Monday, January 3rd, 2011 | | 5:21 pm |
| | Thursday, December 23rd, 2010 | | 12:47 pm |
Is It Christmas Yet?
I am not exactly what you'd call a procrastinator, but I'm also not one of those super-organized people who start their Christmas shopping in August (or right after the previous Christmas when all the Christmas stuff is on sale; I just don't have that kind of energy). I'm usually right in the middle there and so have figured out mostly what I'm going to get people before December begins and then I have most of the month to buy it all, wrap it all, figure out who I forgot, buy and wrap things for them, put things in the mail to whichever family I'm not going to see over the holidays, and send out Christmas cards. I have done it this way for so long that I've never viewed it as a negative or a positive way to do things. Last year at Christmas time, ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif?v=92.1) droid18 and I read Dave Ramsey's book and put ourselves on the Total Money Makeover plan, in order to streamline our expenses and attempt to put more money into savings and less into... well, everything else. We are nearing the end of year one, and we haven't met our savings goal, but the fact that we have savings at all - while being debt-free apart from our mortgage - is pretty darn cool, especially considering where we started when we first moved in together (being stuck in a terrible auto financing deal and one of us owing 5 years' worth of back taxes). But so anyway, I, being ever proactive, decided that one of us (which ended up being me) would get a second part-time job during the holidays, with the proceeds paying for Christmas. This way, our other income would be distributed as normal, and we would not have to dip into our hard-won savings. Because I wanted to be super-organized and "gazelle-intense" (a Dave Ramsey saying) about this, droid18 and I made a budget for Christmas and agreed to spread out our Christmas spending over November and December, the two months I had the job. Therefore, though it must be said that droid18 went decidedly over budget on gifts for the baby, we have had the tree up and all the presents purchased (100% online), wrapped, and mailed since December 15th. You're impressed, right? I mean, come on! However, I have in the weeks since realized a flaw in my planning, which is twofold: 1. I have experienced virtually no excitement or adrenaline about the coming holiday. 2. I have been waiting for Christmas FOREVER, and it is still not here. I have been stuck in a holding pattern, working two jobs that have nothing to do with Christmas (only one caroling gig this year due to my extremely full work schedule) and constantly checking the calendar, only to see that Christmas is still two weeks/a whole week/ four days away. It has been so incredibly depressing! And this is how we learn about ourselves, right? We try new things. And what I have learned about myself this year is that I absolutely MUST have chaos at Christmas time. I have not been to the mall, not once, to dash around looking for last-minute gifts, I have not tried to squeeze one caroling gig and two Christmas parties into one night, I have not spent a single late night frantically wrapping presents that need to go into the mail the next day, trying to find the Scotch tape that I could swear was on the table a second ago, and I have hardly sung any Christmas music at all. (Thank God for Charles' party last night; I feel SO much better now.) And it has SUCKED! (I did manage to be late sending out my holiday cards, though, so that's something.) Next year will be a return to Christmas madness because spending Advent as it is supposed to be spent, in sober reflection and contemplation of the coming Christmas season and meaning of same is for the birds. Current Mood:  bored | | Thursday, November 25th, 2010 | | 11:01 pm |
Top Model Dream
Those of you who have read my various journals for a while know that I often have very vivid dreams. I try to only post the highly entertaining ones, to whit: Last night, I dreamt I was on America's Next Top Model. For the first episode, they divided the house into two teams for a challenge, which was described as "the Thai food challenge." Each team had a certain amount of time to get in the van, go to a Thai restaurant, choose a selection of attractive Thai food (much of it vegetables carved into flower shapes and then stuffed with Pad Thai or other noodle dishes; it was really very lovely), arrange it into an attractive buffet, and then pose with it. In the van on the way over, I suggested that we all pose in a way that would evoke Thai princesses, while still keeping it fashion. I held out my hands in a flower shape next to my face to demonstrate, while making sure to keep my shoulders down so I wouldn't lose my neck. Despite my valuable feedback, I was eliminated. I made sure to give a cheerful exit interview about how great it was just to have the experience because I didn't want to be one of those girls who cried during her exit interview, but secretly I was crushed. Current Mood:  thankful | | Wednesday, October 27th, 2010 | | 11:04 am |
Gaga Youth
When Lady Gaga appeared on the scene, I immediately dismissed her as just another attention seeker who had decided to become a "singer" in order to wear tiny clothing on television. Then I started hearing from people whose taste I respected who admired her, and I read a couple of interviews, and I started to come around. I respect her point of view and, especially, the way she has embraced the paparazzi celebrity culture. Girlfriend wears a costume every day of her life because she understands that she is starring in her own 24/7 reality show. There will never be embarrassing paparazzi photos that bring about her downfall because she simply cannot be embarrassed. She is open and honest about her past, her relationships, and her career, and she is controlling her image and her message every step of the way. Madonna may have paved the way for this kind of career, but Lady Gaga has taken it to a new level. In addition to her media savvy, Lady Gaga actually seems to have the musical goods. She sings, plays, and writes her own songs, and even though it's the same kind of produced-within-an-inch-of-its-life dance pop that has been sent across the airwaves by many people before her, I'm not going to hold that against her if that's the kind of music she really wants to be making. Her songs are as catchy, hooky, and danceable as anything else out there, and they deserve their place at the top of the pop charts. As tedious as I often find that style of music, I'm not going to pretend that I've never had the chorus of "Poker Face" stuck in my head. Now, here's where she loses me. Lady Gaga claims to be more than just a pop star; she claims to be a pop artist. She compares herself to Andy Warhol a lot. She is so intelligent and articulate in her interviews and so obviously knows what she's talking about (this is not Britney thinking that "I Love Rock and Roll" is a Pat Benatar song or Avril Levigne claiming to know what punk rock is) that I get excited to experience her work and see and hear her influences and her point of view translated into pop music. Then, I watch her videos, and here's what I see: a nubile woman wearing tiny clothes and outlandish accessories, dancing provocatively on a stylish set with half naked models. Based on her music and her videos, she could be Beyonce, Britney, Christina Aguilera, or any of the rest of them. I know she thinks her video featuring pictures of beautiful models looking dead is some kind of revolutionary commentary on the nature of celebrity, but "dead models" has been so much and for so long that it was actually a challenge on America's Next Top Model, and while I'm on the subject, is there no comment that can be made without the use of attractive models? If she really has something to say as an artist, then why is she putting herself in that same old, tired "sexy pop star" mold? She doesn't even really have a new spin on it, at least not in her videos. She talks such a good game that I really wish the results were more artful. Lady Gaga claims that she does it all for her fans (she calls them "little monsters"). Well, Lady Gaga, if you're listening, I would love to be your little monster. I may not be in high school anymore, but I still long for that same connection you are trying to provide, and I have been waiting and waiting for something interesting to happen in music videos again. You're just not there for me yet. I hope you find a way to put some soul into your beautifully constructed artifice because there's more to real art than fabulousness. I want to love you, but I am waiting for you to take me somewhere I haven't been. Current Mood:  cranky | | Monday, June 14th, 2010 | | 10:08 pm |
| | Monday, May 24th, 2010 | | 2:13 pm |
Lindsay's Summer Playlist
"X-Ray" - Carbon Leaf "Cruel Summer" - Bananarama "Feel Good Time" - someone who's not P!nk (I'm not buying the whole damn Charlie's Angels 2 soundtrack just to hear that one song) "Real Summer" - Future Bible Heroes "The Whistler" - Jethro Tull "Sunspots" - Julian Cope "Girl" - Beck "Midsummer Night" - Korpiklaani "The Boys of Summer" - Don Henley "Crabtown" - Throwing Muses "Sheila Take a Bow" - The Smiths "Summer Song" - Grey Does Matter "Walking On Sunshine" - Katrina & the Waves "Lay All Your Love On Me" - Mamma Mia! soundtrack "Cripple Creek" - Mike Seeger "Summer of Love" - The B-52's "Beautiful Sunday" - Daniel Boone "Long Sermon" - Brad Paisley "The Maid of Comer" - Bret Blackshear "Love U More" - Sunscreem "I Control the Sun" - Lisa Loeb "Steal My Sunshine" - Len "Catch the Sun" - The Doves "My Summer Love" - Lindsay Smith (yeah, that's right, I put one of my own songs on it) "Summer Rain" - Belinda Carlisle All of these songs remind me of summers past or just of summer in general, but I feel like there are some truly essential summer songs that I have left out. What did I forget? Current Mood:  apathetic | | Tuesday, April 13th, 2010 | | 1:39 pm |
The Wheels in the Sky Keep On Turning
I had a bad week and a half or so; nothing seemed right, everything seemed impossible, everything seemed fated but also my fault, and it just sucked. Luckily, I talked to my sister and realized as I was talking to her that I was dealing with full on Wheel of Fear stuff, and once I realized that, I was able to reframe everything. Therapy exercises really do work sometimes. This morning I told her, "I really feel so much better about everything! Like, this morning I put on a spring dress that I hadn't worn in a really long time, and it totally made me look like I was still pregnant. But instead of letting it send me into a despair spiral, I just put a structured jacket over it and got on with my day." It's not that I don't still wistfully remember the days when my hips were wider than my stomach. However, losing weight is just not on the priority list right now, so my only other option is to accept my body the way it is. I'm working on that. Speaking of jackets, though, I am really digging this season of Project Runway. For the past two seasons I've been thinking it was past its prime and that I wouldn't watch it anymore, but this season I've seen garments I covet walking on the runway again, and I cannot wait for the Bryant Park collections! For my friends who are gearing up for opening weekend of GARF, I wish you today's weather all weekend long. Break many legs, and have a great time! Current Mood: calm | | Wednesday, January 13th, 2010 | | 10:52 am |
It's Not My Fault That I'm Crazy
So as soon as you get pregnant, all of these web sites and magazines target you because you are now their prime advertising demo - a mom. You get solicited for parenting magazines and web sites with coupons for formula and baby food and such other things. None of these things are designed to actually make life easier for you. They are designed to make you buy things. Like all advertisers and all vehicles for advertising, they don't make you buy things by making those things look attractive. They use the time honored technique of making you think that buying these things will make YOU attractive, smart, and special or, if you've gotten wise to that, making sure you feel UNattractive, UNsmart, and UNspecial as part of an unspoken pact among advertisers to keep everybody depressed and needy because confident, happy people don't spend nearly as much time trying to fill the gaping holes in their lives with the things advertisers sell. I was thinking of this today because I got my BabyCenter Bulletin e-mail with a section called "Why You Might Still Look Pregnant" (which I don't quite anymore but mostly because I already had a poochy belly to begin with). The article contained about a paragraph of science that explained the reasons why women's stomachs take time to shrink after pregnancy. This was followed by a short admonition to women to be patient while trying to get their pre-baby bellies back. That was followed by four paragraphs detailing ways to accelerate the process. The ultimate goal of the pre-pregnancy body was assumed throughout. I had a pregnancy magazine when I was pregnant (only one; it was a gift), and one of the article headlines featured on the cover was "Four Exercises You Can Do Minutes After Giving Birth!" Because why wait? What better time to exercise than when you're lying in a hospital bed, doped up on painkillers? After all, the sooner you get your pre-pregnancy body back, the sooner you can... what? I mean, wear your clothes, sure. I'm looking forward to that myself. But it's just weird that, with everything having a baby entails, this is what all the web sites and magazines want me to focus on. Everything that relates to the baby is about making sure the baby is healthy and happy. Everything that relates to me is about making sure I understand that I am NOT healthy and happy until I look the way I did before I gave birth. I cannot find anywhere the suggestion that maybe a woman who's given birth will always look different than she did before she got pregnant. I certainly cannot find even the hint of a suggestion that some women might not want to get their pre-pregnancy bodies back. I'm not talking about just giving up with a shrug, I'm talking about women loving their post-pregnancy bodies the way they are. Apparently, that is not an option. We are all supposed to want to look 25 for the rest of our lives. I know this isn't news to anybody. It's just annoying. Current Mood: cranky | | Friday, January 1st, 2010 | | 6:14 pm |
| | 4:02 pm |
Happy New Year, Everyone!
...but first, a word about the future! It's playing at the Alliance Theater through February 22nd. From an interview with Finnegan O'Toole (no, seriously) of The Irish Times in Dublin about the current economic crisis and how it's affecting Ireland: "...the pharmaceutical industry. I don't know if many people know this, but all the Viagra in the world is made in County Cork." Hey, y'all! The reason nothing Jon Stewart or Stephen Colbert do could ever come close to this is that it's the whole-hearted sincerity that makes it great. All right, LJ friends, I'm not seeing a post about Ariel's big reveal. I've really wanted to post all about my adventures in motherhood, but being at home with an infant makes that difficult. I am waaaaaay behind on wedding posts, and I have another wedding this weekend. OK, so wow, end of the year already! So that's my end-of-year paragraph, which is pretty darn long considering how little I posted on LJ this year. As sands through the hourglass, so are the days of our lives. Current Mood: happy | | Wednesday, December 30th, 2009 | | 1:36 pm |
Ringing In the New Year
OK, so wow, end of the year already! I was going to try to do the end of year survey, but I have no idea where it is and don't have time to look for it. I have a lot of optimism at the beginning of 2010. In fact, I feel so good that I want to make a ton of resolutions and tackle them with vigor. However, I am afraid that will just leave me overwhelmed and failing at all of them, so I am limiting myself to two: 1. droid18 and I have made a commitment to improving our financial situation this year. We are currently refinancing our mortgage, we read Dave Ramsey's book The Total Money Makeover in the car on our way up to Indiana, and we had our first official monthly budget meeting last night. After having done all the money management myself for the past six years, I am really thrilled that he is taking an interest and that we are now going to be working as a team. And I know that it's all because of our little girl. droid18 and I have made decisions in our lives that have resulted in our not having very much money, though we are solidly middle class and lucky enough to have parents who are able and willing to help us out when we need it. I've always felt very strongly that our choices were the right ones. Now, though, faced with this tiny little girl who has never experienced hardship and who can't yet even conceptualize money, we realize that the choices we've made might limit hers. That's not acceptable to us. We want to be able to help Vivian the way our parents have helped us, and we are going to figure out how to get into a financial position to do that. 2. By the end of 2010, I will no longer be wearing maternity clothes. (Unless I get pregnant again.) I have spent most of 2009 feeling hopeless about the state of my body, but now I've given birth, I'm almost completely finished with breastfeeding, and I would like for my body to feel familiar again. I'm not saying I'm going to get back down to what I weighed at my wedding, but being able to wear clothes that I currently own and that are not maternity clothes would be really nice. 2009 was a banner year. It was the year I became a parent, and people aren't kidding when they say that changes everything. Looking back on the decision to have a baby, I don't even know why I used the word "sacrifices" to describe the changes I was about to make. It doesn't feel that way at all to me now. Motherhood is a very matter-of-fact thing; I just do it. That isn't to say I don't ever miss going out to the movies or having time to myself or making spontaneous plans, but it doesn't seem like nearly as big a deal as I thought it would. It's just the way it is, and it won't always be this way, and in the future we'll be able to do those things as a family! Something I thought would feel like an end of sorts has instead given me new things to look forward to. Even not having the time or money to promote my new album doesn't feel like a sacrifice to me. Everything is just grand. I hope everyone had a really great Christmas.  Current Mood: cheerful | | Friday, October 30th, 2009 | | 2:09 pm |
Wedding the Third
I will come back to the 2nd wedding, which really was very wonderful, but I am now skipping ahead in order to recap the one that is freshest in my mind. This past Saturday, I was a bridesmaid, and y'all know I love being a bridesmaid. I felt bad that I was not as involved in the pre-wedding planning as I have been in the past for other friends who were getting married, but what can I say? Having a baby imposes some limits on one's lifestyle choices. I did manage to attend the bachelorette party and bake cupcakes for the shower and even do a tiny bit of favor making. Nancy is such a fantastic, wonderful friend and has done SO much for me (including lots of heavy lifting for my wedding four years ago) that I really wanted to be involved as much as I could. One of her other friends said during the toasts something like, "Nancy's been my best friend for years, and the great thing is that there are so many people in this room who can say the same thing." Truly. ( Cut for grumpy wedding haters ) Current Mood:  sugar coma | | Tuesday, October 20th, 2009 | | 3:17 pm |
Wedding the First, Part Two
( the whole wedding story this time )I was realizing at the bachelorette party I went to weekend before last that I really do spend a lot of my time surrounded by people who love me. May it be ever thus for Chris and Rykie. Cheers (admittedly very belated) to the bride and groom! Current Mood:  remembering | | Monday, October 19th, 2009 | | 4:09 pm |
Wedding the First
I am waaaaaay behind on wedding posts, and I have another wedding this weekend. I am trying to catch up, here. The first wedding of the year is where I will begin: Chris and Rykie back in... February? I think it was February. But unseasonably warm, as I recall. Then again, I was pregnant. God, this was a long time ago.... While I was not technically in the wedding party, I was a stand-in at the rehearsal, which was a great set-up for a prank. I convinced Jen (I've forgotten everyone's LJ names, by the way, so I'm just not even trying) to go along with me in telling the bridesmaid for whom I was standing in that the processional was complicated, with all this insane choreography, that she was going to have to make sure she and her groomsman were spaced out exactly, or else the whole thing was going to be ruined. She totally bought it; it was awesome. The real reason I was at the rehearsal was to practice singing, as Maroof and I were to duet on "For the Beauty of the Earth," Rykie's favorite piece. When she asked me to do it, I had a cold, but I agreed anyway because I figured it would be gone by then. That was before I learned that pregnancy causes a woman's immune system to shut down so as not to attack her fetus, which totally makes sense, but which also makes a common cold last far longer than it normally would: eight weeks in my case. So, yeah, my singing voice was not exactly in tip-top shape, but we got through it. In any case, the thrill of being at the rehearsal was getting to go to the rehearsal dinner, which was at Mary Mac's Tea Room, and which was awesome! The food was delicious, but more importantly, it was fun to watch the Belles's and the Haughs meet and mingle. I always love that aspect of a wedding. There were heartfelt, funny toasts and photo shenanigans, and Rykie gave me a photo album "for pictures of R.J." And now it's time to get ready for the baby invasion ( droid18 brings her to me at 5:00 every day on his way to teach, and I drive her right back home, which is ridiculous, but it's the way we make the scheduling work), but at least I've made it through the rehearsal dinner. Next - the wedding! Current Mood: exhausted | | Monday, August 24th, 2009 | | 7:10 pm |
Birth of Vivian
Note: I wrote this entry on May 31st, but froofie mentioned that she hadn't seen it and had been wondering whether I would post about the experience of having a baby. I actually intended this to be the first in a series of entries all about the hospital stay and the first two weeks of Vivian's life, but I never got the time. Go figure.OK, so I just had a baby. Everyone tells me it'll go by faster than I ever dreamed it could and that all of this will soon be a distant memory, so I want to write it down while it's fresh in my mind. This is a complete, unabridged accounting of a birth, and parts of it are extremely, disgustingly graphic, just so you know. If you do click on the cut and have no prior experience with childbirth, be prepared to never be able to look at me or my baby again without wanting to throw up. For those who are easily grossed out or who just don't want to read the whole story, here's the summary: Vivian Van Wyck Rinehart was born on May 17th at 8:20 p.m., not that this was the plan. She was supposed to arrive on June 7th in the standard head-down position. However, Vivian's first declaration of intent was to arrive three weeks early, presenting herself to the world butt first. She has now been alive for two weeks, and it has not been without a lot of effort on the part of droid18 and myself; we've fought jaundice with a glow-in-the-dark Star Wars bed when we weren't allowed to hold her, we've fought weight loss with force feedings every two hours, and we went to the pediatrician every day for a week straight. However, the Star Wars bed is gone, we don't have to go to the pediatrician for a weight check again until June 5th, and I think the doctors are going to let us keep her after all. Yay! Viva la Vivian! ( Ripped From the Womb ) I don't know how much more of our adventures in the hospital and our first week at home I'll get time to post (this was all written at 4 a.m. after a feeding when I couldn't sleep), but maybe I'll continue this later. Thanks so much to everyone for all the congratulations and good wishes; I haven't been on Facebook since my water broke, but droid18 has been passing on your messages. We are doing well and accepting phone calls and visitors and such, so please let me know if you'd like to come by and meet the baby. Current Mood: remembering | | Wednesday, August 5th, 2009 | | 4:31 pm |
The Mommy Diaries
I've really wanted to post all about my adventures in motherhood, but being at home with an infant makes that difficult. You may sneer at this when you see on my Facebook profile that I have been constantly playing Bejeweled Blitz, but that's because I can do that with one hand while holding the baby with the other. I'm one of those people who types correctly and therefore quickly, and it just drives me too crazy to have to peck out text with one hand. Now that I'm back at work, I can catch up on personal stuff, which is kind of funny, but it's true. It's 4:30 p.m., so I still can't post everything I want to today. However, I will start with a list of all the nicknames Vivian has accumulated so far: Vivi Vivi Pants Baby Bird Milk Monster Bobo Bobo Jojo Bobo Bear Wiggle Woo Kickian Li'l Critter (Uncle Keith's nickname for her) Princess (only Daddy uses that one) Poo Bear (ditto) People keep asking me whether it's hard to be back at work, which I totally do not understand. Why on earth would it be hard to come back to sitting at a desk, getting paid to do things I already know how to do, and having a schedule that can accommodate things like eating lunch and checking e-mails when I have spent the past two and a half months doing a brand new job with no training, for no money, on a completely unpredictable schedule, and with someone's life at stake? The only thing that's difficult is that I still get up in the middle of the night to feed the baby but no longer get my afternoon nap, but even that is not so bad. Vivi sleeps about four hours at a time, so we're down to just one feeding in the middle of the night; it's totally doable. Then again, I think I'm supposed to be sad because I love my baby SO MUCH and miss her SO MUCH. But I am not really super sentimental like that, and anyway, she's with droid18, which other moms tell me is why I'm so comfortable going back to work (no daycare anxiety). When my job gets more intense as we ramp up into the season, perhaps I will feel differently, but at this moment, compared to full-time motherhood, this day job thing feels like a breeze! Current Mood: cheerful | | Monday, June 22nd, 2009 | | 10:26 pm |
A-ha!
My first grade teacher's name was Mrs. Dennery. I knew I still had that information in there somewhere! That's been bugging me all day. | | 10:52 am |
Firsts Meme
From inannamoon over on Facebook: 1. Who was your FIRST prom date? Only, in my case - Aaron Cabitto 2. Do you still talk to your FIRST love? Yes. 3. What was your 1st alcoholic drink? I believe it was wine, and I think it was probably also a big deal at the time. Funny how things lose their importance in retrospect. 4. What was your FIRST job? I worked at a French bakery called La Baguette. 5. What was your FIRST car? 1980 Dodge Colt Hatchback. SEXY! 6. Who was the FIRST person to text you today? I hate texting. I disabled it. 7. Who is the FIRST person you thought of this morning? I woke up so many times this morning, it's all a blur, but since Vivian was always the cause, I was probably thinking of her. 8. Who was your FIRST grade teacher? Hmmmmm. I can't remember her name. I do remember her, though; I liked her. 9. Where did you go on your FIRST ride on an airplane? According to my mom, it was to see my grandparents. 10. Who was your FIRST best friend & do you still talk? Sarah Methlie. We are in touch enough that we send Christmas cards but no more than that. 11. Where was your FIRST sleep over? NO idea. 12. Who was the FIRST person you talked to today? Probably Vivian, although it could have been droid18, or it could have been the cat, who whines in the mornings because she wants to go out. 13. Whose wedding were you in the FIRST time? When I was about 10 years old, I was a flower girl for my mom's friend Sue. It was a disappointing experience because Sue didn't go in for froufrou girlie stuff, so I had this brown skirt and vest that did not AT ALL fit my idea of what a flower girl should look like. 14. What was the FIRST thing you did this morning? Feed the baby. 15. What was the FIRST concert you ever went to? I've been going to concerts since I was really little because my dad played cello in the community orchestra. 16. FIRST tattoo? Nope. 17. First piercing? I got my ears pierced when I was 10. It did not go well; one of them never quite healed, and I got an earring back stuck inside my ear, which I had to get removed at the doctor's, and my mom insisted that I stop wearing earrings and let them close up. I didn't get them pierced again until just before my wedding in 2005. (I did get my nose pierced in college, though.) 18. First foreign country you've been to? I went to France with my parents when I was 12. 19. FIRST movie you remember seeing? I remember seeing Star Wars (I fell asleep the first time, but we went more than once), and I remember seeing part of Superman (Mom had to take me home because I got scared of the kryptonite). I'm not sure which came first. 20. When was your FIRST detention? In 4th grade I had to stay after school to wash red crayon off my desk because I got caught coloring on it during class. I was pretending my desk was bleeding. (I was BORED!) 21. What was the first state you lived in? inannamoon says, "Well, if I was going to be a smart-ass, I'd say Tennessee for college, since Virginia (where i spent my first 18 years) is actually a Commonwealth. ;) ;) ;)" I, however, will simply say Virginia, without the disclaimer. 22. Who was your FIRST roommate? A girl named Alexandra at summer camp when I was 13. 23. If you had one wish. What would it be? I'm not sure. If I had to, I'm sure I could decide on something, but I don't feel like thinking about it right now. 24. Who was your FIRST kiss? Joshua Jeffress Apparently, froofie and inannamoon deleted #25. Having never seen the question, I'm afraid I must do the same. Current Mood: patient |
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