So my friendly neighborhood internist/cardiologist/gerontologist (really) doubled my dosage of blood pressure medication and gave me a diuretic to boot. The good news is that maybe I'll lose a pound or two. And if it's the b.p. that's responsible for the headaches, maybe they'll go away too.
Thanksgiving is coming. Can my birthday be far behind? Well, yes, by a month and a half, but I'm thinking already. Those who were around last year may recall the birthday countdown that rivaled that of a manic six year old. But I'm much more mature now. More on my birthday present tomorrow.
In the meantime, I stole this from trinity who got it from golfwidow who got it from .... I just can't figure out how I missed it at golfwidow's.
First kiss: First ever kiss was probably in second grade, but first teenage kiss was Mark, on a bus on a field trip coming home from Washington, D.C.
First real kiss: I guess that would be the high school boyfriend, Bob, with whom I was an item for almost two years. First good kiss was actually from the Hubs, during our first semester in college, after which I broke up with him. My timing was off.
First job: I worked in neighborhood fabric store, stocking the patterns and zippers, measuring and cutting fabric, and so on.
First screen name: I always used something with the word "mom" in it, since I apparantly had no other sense of identity. I used "rmom" a lot.
First self purchased album: I have no idea. But the first album I owned was Meet the Beatles, which my mother waited on line for in a department store right after it came out. I was 11.
First funeral: That would be my OldFriend's father, who died quite suddenly the August before I started my junior year of high school, her senior year. He owned a store in a busy location, and so he knew many many people, and the place was jammed. It was also an open casket, which my parents explained was very unusual at a Jewish funeral, but he was not religious so his wife said it didn't matter. I stayed either in the extreme back of the room, or off in a side room with my friend.
First pets: Two turtles named Pete and Willie. My father, who loved dogs, would not have one in the house, citing the dirt/mess and the fact that he would end up walking it, cleaning up, and so on. He was probably right.
First piercing: Ears, the day after Thanksgiving, freshman year of college. I took a lot of convincing.
First true love: True ... what does that mean? First sense of passion would be the high school beau, Bob. First guy I thought I would marry would be the college beau, who remains unnamed. First time I knew it was real would be the Hubs.
First big trip: We went up to Massachusetts every other month since my grandmother lived there, so although it was about a five hour drive, it didn't seem like a big deal. When I was 7, my mother and sister and I flew out to California and stayed with my uncle and his family for a month.
First musician you remember hearing in your house: My father listened to Mantovani records all the time when I was little.
Last big car ride: When we took K to college in D.C. in August.
Last kiss: The Hubs. Who else is kissing me?
Last good cry: God, I used to love a good cry and could invoke one pretty easily, but not so much anymore. It would have to be in the weeks after Jack died, last February.
Last movie seen: I watched Finding Nemo on the DVD on Saturday.
Last beverage drunk: Arizona Iced Tea, pretty much all the time.
Last food consumed: I stopped and got three slices of the best pizza in the whole world and had it for dinner.
Last phone call: My sister. I talk to her every day, but since my parents are gone I don't have any other daily regulars.
Last TV show watched: The Golden Girls is on as I write. I know you're all terribly surprised.
Last shoes worn: I wore my white Skechers pull-on sneakers to work today.
Last CD played: Brahms, when I was trying to sleep one night last week. Dave Clark Five on the mp3 player this morning.
Last item bought: Cutting boards to put under the giant toaster. Don't ask.
Last disappointment: I'd have to think about that one more. Last big one, I guess, was the whole job-crisis-of-faith in the last few weeks.
Last soda drunk: Ginger Ale. With lime.
Last ice cream eaten: Vanilla. I am pretty exclusive about vanilla ice cream.
Last shirt worn: Currently wearing a gray long-sleeve Old Navy tee that I bought the first time I ever saw an Old Navy, so that's some years now, over a black fruit of the loom tank.
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I'm watching Friends
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