First memory: Falling down while walking up a set of steps while carrying a Budweiser beach towel when I was two. I had to get stitches in my chin.
First celebrity obsession crush: Michael Jackson in his Thriller and sequined glove days.
First dog: Sugar. The poor little thing died of parvo.
First memory of being jealous: The babysitters up the street LOVED my friend and would carry her around on their hips. They never carried me.
First time eating a cherry tomato: I bit right into it and squirted tomato juice all over my mom in a fancy restaurant.
First kiss: Some boy in my afternoon kindergarten class.
First sleepover: At Amy Allred’s. She went to bed at the unholy hour of 8:00. I ended up sleeping in bed with her mom while her dad slept on the couch.
First time attending Sunday School: I was warned I’d go to hell if I didn’t start going to church. I was maybe 7 years old.
First roller coaster ride: Bell’s in Tulsa, OK. TERRIFYING.
First favorite brand name: Ocean Pacific
First pair of Guess Jeans: 6th grade. I was the only one who had a pair, but had no idea that they were “cool.”
First huge misunderstanding: The hairdresser understood my request to cut my hair to my shoulders to mean, cut my hair to make me look like a boy.
First time being mistaken for a boy: A few weeks after my horrifying hair event, at the Skating Rink after I’d won a game of Red Light, Green Light. “Congratulations to the boy in the blue sweater.”
First huge disappointment: Not even making it past the first round of cheerleader tryouts in 7th grade.
First big family vacation: Walt Disney World and Clearwater Beach, FL (also, only big family vacation)
First heartbreak: 8th grade, “Bob.” Not his real name.
First stay in the hospital: 8th grade, I had my appendix removed. Completely unrelated to the aforementioned heartbreak.
First car: Blue 1987 Chevy Nova with bad paint. Also smelled of cigars. I adored that car.
First job: Lifeguard
First paycheck: Around $25. I felt a little cheated thanks to the government.
First promotion: Still waiting
First apartment: Freshman year, Briarwood Apartments in Springfield, MO. We had gold shag carpeting.
First blog not on Myspace: What I Meant to Say Was… (R.I.P November 2006-November 2006)
First baby: Carson
First daughter: Ella
First husband: Tate (and last.) (Yes, really.)
Hey, I know it’s NaBloPoMo and maybe you’re like me and starting to run a little dry on topics. Feel free to post your own “Firsts” and leave me your link. I’d love to hear about yours.