It's Sunday afternoon. Like Robert the Llama Butcher, I don't really feel like reading the paper because it's bound to be full of blah, blah, blah, BushHitler bullshit.
So, we'll do this instead.
FIRSTS
First job: Unofficial: babysitting/mowing lawns. Age twelve. Official:
Telemarketing. For my brother's company. Age fourteen. The less said
about this experience, the better. I still feel ashamed about this
deal. First self-purchased CD:Steve Miller Band's Greatest Hits 1974-78.
First piercing/tattoo: I don't have any. Ugh. Ironically enough,
though, I married a man who has both a pierced ear (closed up now) and
a tattoo.
First enemy: Adam Gouttierre. He moved up from jerk to someone I really
hated in the seventh grade. Too bad his parents were really nice
people. He was their demon spawn. I never resorted to violence when
dealing with him because I liked his parents and I just wasn't that
type of person at that point in time. I see now that that was a
mistake. I should have smacked him.
LASTSLast big car ride: Minneapolis to Omaha in January for the
parentals 50th Anniversary part-aay. Last kiss: Five minutes ago. The
husband, of course. Quick smooch before he sat down to play Star Wars
Galaxies for the rest of the day. Although, I did get a nice peck on
the cheek from Mr. H. when I met him for coffee this morning.
Last library book checked out: Does it count if the husband checked it
out and you read it as well? Pattern Recognition by William Gibson. Great book.
Last movie seen: In the theater: Something's Gotta Give. (Yeah, I know. We have to get out more.) On DVD: Gosford Park.
Last beverage consumed: Coffee.
Last food consumed: Tortillas with cheese at one-thirty this morning.
Evil, I know.
Last phone call: Somebody called yesterday. I think.
Last CD played: The husband's got a mix of his going right now. He
named it, "Progression." It progresses from Cheap Trick to seriously
heavy metal. Tool's Learn to Swim
is currently playing so we're near the end of the CD. Last annoyance:
Nellie's having trouble with all the humidity. The condensation is
building up in the gas tank and she kept threatening to die on me this
morning as I was heading into Uptown. She finally settled down as I was
dodging potholes on Calhoun Parkway.
Last pop consumed: I'm consuming one now. A lovely glass of Diet Coke
with a slice of lime. Marvelous.
Last ice cream eaten: Honestly, I can't remember. It's been some time
since we've had some in the house. I think it was Lunds Bavarian
Raspberry. Mmmm.
Last shirt worn: The one I wore yesterday? A gray shortsleeved Nike
v-neck with white banding on the neck. Today, I'm wearing a brown
Banana Republic stretchy t-shirt that does wonders for boob
enhancement.
I....I AM: Clueless. As usual. I HAVE: To sit down and finish
training my dication software.
I WISH: We'd won the Powerball last week.
I HEAR: Traffic. The husband pounding commands into his keyboards that
will ultimately result in dead Storm Troopers. Joan Jett singing that
she doesn't give a damn about her Bad Reputation.
I SEARCH: 1. my fancy lens cleaning cloth 2. chapstick 3. my sunglass
clip for my glasses 4. my Merrells. 5. The car keys 6. The USB cable
for the camera. And that's all that I can remember at the present time.
Heh.
I REGRET: Not kicking the shit out of Adam Gouttierre. Or at least
taking a swing.
I LOVE: The husband. My family. My friends. Diet Coke with lime. Philip
Morris. I ALWAYS: forget to eat until I'm about ready to pass out. Like
right now. FAVORITES
NUMBER: zero. I love that they had to invent it.
COLOR: RED!
DAY: Thursday.
MONTH: No idea. Like any good dyed-in-the-wool pessimist I can tell you what my least
favorite month is and that would be January. It sucks.
SONG(S): Too many to list here. SEASON: Spring.
DRINK: Alcoholic: Sappire and tonic, lime on the bottom. Chardonnay.
The occasional beer sits well on a hot summers day, too. Non-Alcoholic:
Milk, Diet Coke, Water, IBC Root Beer.