~"How far away the stars seem, and how far is our first kiss, and ah, how old my heart."~William Butler Yeats
The lovely and wonderful Looking For Blue Sky has tagged me in a meme about "firsts". I think it is nice when a blogger friend wants to know more about you. After reading her "firsts" I have no doubt in my mind that I would certainly enjoy chatting with her over coffee..or wine.
It's funny, but at this time in my life-I am more apt to remember my kids "firsts" more than my own. I do remember some...you know, the basic "firsts" everyone has. But there are others...frightening ones, that are branded on my brain.. Doesn't it seem the most memorable "firsts" appear to be the kind where you think to yourself "Well, I'm never going to do THAT again"...First times can be life changing..lovely to look back on...or in the case of some of mine...scary...
Like the first time I saw my Grandmother naked...it was a total accident. I happened to see her as she was getting out of the shower. I was seven and she was about eight hundred or so. I'm still not quite sure what it was that I saw-but it looked like she was wearing FOUR wrinkly... pendulous ..masses of flesh.. slowly swaying with each ponderous step she took. She was a heavy set woman. That experience marked me..Perhaps it is the reason why I have always been adamant about exercising my arms AND wearing a supportive bra....Or the first time I had to make the sacrament of "confession" at church. I was in fourth grade..and really DID NOT want to do this...Yes, penance was an issue. As was the fact that I was not as innocent as people thought. So in order to get out of this...I did what any sensible child afraid of hell (and priests and nuns) would do...I pretended I was sick and stayed home from school. I was pretty proud of my quick thinking- I thought that I was in the clear...until the next week when those of us who were absent-had to make it up. GASP! I remember dragging my feet as I made my way in to the confessional booth. I knelt down and said "Forgive me Father for I have sinned...this is my first confession"....and then proceeded to lie my way through it. I made stuff up. There was no way that I was going to confess to a priest that I had" stolen a" Playboy" magazine and set my brother up by leaving it in plain view for my mother to find in his bathroom"...or that" I had carved the same brothers name into our dining table"..or" eaten all the chocolates he had to sell for a fundraiser." (My brother was a great source of torment for me-and although I may have only been nine..I was very good at subtle revenge) I'd probably still be doing "Hail Mary's".
Thankfully, those firsts were also lasts...I don't have too many of them...I think. Not all of them were scary- I do have firsts that I can look fondly on...or at least not cringe too much at..
I remember my first real kiss..his name was John..we were twelve..and the only reason my mother let me go out for pizza with him was because he said that he wanted to become a priest. I think he told many mothers this..because, he kissed a lot of girls. I remember my first record album-Aerosmith, "Toys in the Attic" My brother Ned gave it to me for my thirteenth birthday..(Being the youngest of six kids, I inherited lots of albums from my siblings..but this was the first one that was mine). My first job was at Roy Rogers family restaurant. I had to wear a very short frilly skirt, an off the shoulder blouse and a cowboy hat. Times have indeed changed. The first time I got "tipsy" was with my best friend Ursula..we drank "Southern Comfort" simply because Janis Joplin had . To this day, I can not stand the smell of it. The first time I met Omar..it was love..well really..lust at first site..I don't know what it was, but I KNEW that I had to have that man- and as we have been together almost twenty years..I would say that it worked out pretty well..The
So there you have it...some firsts that were lasts..some firsts that I can recall fondly..and some firsts that have lasted. Now it is my turn to tag some others...I choose-
I know that all three will make me laugh...and with four kids home with me and Summer rec not starting till next week...I NEED to laugh!
:-) Interesting firsts to share; glad that some of those firsts were lasts!
Thanks for the laughs and memories. I did not know your first kiss was with a would be priest! What a racket he had! I think he almost beats my elf.
Did John become a priest I wonder? And lol at a 'family' restaurant requiring you to wear short frilly skirts and off the shoulder tops! And there's a bottle of wine to share with myself, Jen and Jazzygal if you're ever in Dublin :)
hahaha!! What a list! How on earth can I equal that? Hmmm...8wanders off with thinking cap fimly on*....
Eh.... hold on a mo.... you had your 1st kiss at 12?? 12??? My WiiBoy is 11. Oh dear God....!!
(Thanks for tag!)
Oh.. and meant to say what an interesting proposition our Blue Sky puts forward ;-) I'm in.....
You saw your granny naked? Eww.
Thank you for replacing my own Eww image of my mom with your grandmother. I think.
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