January 11, 2002
Freitag Funf

I'm thieving the Friday 5. Sue me.

  1. What was your first job?
    My first job was babysitting the kids in the neighborhood. I'd say my first real job was working as a nursing assistant at the county nursing home in town. It was right next to the county farm, i.e., the county jail, so we ate produce that the jail laborers grew out in the fields. Obviously, this being New Hampshire, it was pretty low-security.
  2. How old were you when you had your first kiss?
    I was about 14. I'd gone to something called to a youth group kind of thing called Upward Bound and was experimenting with some heavy necking with a greasy yucky 18 year old named J.W. He was an okay kisser with whom I exchanged some sad angst-filled love letters with until I realized he wasn't writing back.
  3. What was your first car? What happened to it?
    My first car that wasn't in my parents name was a VW bug. I bought it for $500 in San Francisco. It was a blue silver color and had a moon roof. It threw a rod in Wallowa, Oregon as I rolled into town from Joseph (as in Chief Joseph) after a 10 day hitch on a Wildnerness Crew in the Eagle Cap Wilderness restoring lake shores.
  4. What was your first concert? Foreigner in Tucson, AZ. They were my absolute favorite band at the time (admittedly, I still have most of their albums). They had just come out with "Jukebox Hero" and had an inflatable jukebox, pyrotechnics, and smoke. What can I say...it was a concert of the early 80's. That year, I also saw Journey...I think the song of the time was "Wheel in the Sky." Date me old, dang it.
  5. How do you plan to spend your weekend? Tonight, we make a run at Target to get one more stinkin' Christmas box and downstairs potty chair for Ms. Genevieve. I swear the Christmas menagerie annual expansion is becoming exponential. Mostly, I plan to work on Saturday, while barking commands at the guys to clean. On Sunday, Russell has ski lessons, but after last weekend's agonies, I won't be going. Mike can go chew his body up. I'm going to drag our boots to Play It Again Sports to see about trading the damned things in for at least ONE pair of boots that fits ONE of us.

    Have a spiff-tacular weekend!

    No more brandy in your eggnog!

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