I will aim for a "real" update tomorrow. Until then...

First kiss: Jeez, I don�t remember his name. Only that I was in sixth grade. The kid was shorter than I and The. Worst. Kisser. Ever. Born. Even then I knew this.

First real kiss: See above. I didn�t play around with �non-real� kisses.

First job: Round Table Pizza, age 16. It sucked. And I got a rash all over my hands and forearms, from Pepperoni grease. We called it "Pizza Disease."

First screen name: I�ve always been ikss.

First self purchased album: Pat Benatar�s first album. I loved her when I was in Jr. High. And I really wished I looked like she did in a leotard.

First funeral: My boss when I worked at The Evil Credit Union was somehow involved in NASCAR and her husband was killed on the track several years ago. I went to his memorial service. I have never been to an open-casket funeral and hope I never go to one.

First pets: First doggie was Pierre (and he looked just like the four year-old me). I had many kitties, most notably The Edge.

First piercing: Ears. I think I was around ten.

First true love: Bob C. from my church�s youth group. I was thirteen. He was three years older than I. He road around on a skateboard all the time and played guitar. He was sweet as can be and dreamy as all git out. Of course, he was too old for me and thus our love was never meant to be. *sob*

First big trip: Well��big� is a relative term, isn�t it? I mean, when I was 7 years old, my family road trip to Kentucky seemed big. I have been to Paris, France and that was a big trip for me, but really I have been on several road trips in the four-corners area of the U.S. that ultimately meant much more to me�These things in mind, I will say my biggest trip was to Santa Fe, New Mexico, when I went for the first time. I pick this trip because it confirmed the thought I�d seemingly always had in the back of my mind: that Santa Fe should be my home. I also pick this trip because it cemented what has been the most important relationship in my life: that with my sister and best friend, Barbara.

First musician you remember hearing in your house: Gordon Lightfoot

Last big car ride: Again to New Mexico (through Northern Arizona), this time with then-boyfriend and cohabitator, John.

Last kiss: Oh, I�m sure John kissed me the last time I saw him.

Last good cry: Yesterday.

Last movie seen: I watched Punk Drunk Love, among several other movies, while I had the day off of work yesterday.

Last beverage drunk: Water. If you would prefer to hear about something more exciting, I had some Root Beer last night.

Last food consumed: A cup of peach slices.

Last phone call: To my Daddy, to let him know I am stopping by after work tomorrow night.

Last TV show watched: The Today show, this morning.

Last shoes worn: A pair of brown, slip on clogs. Still wearin' 'em.

Last CD played: Son Volt, Trace

Last item bought: Lots of groceries.

Last disappointment: Not getting to actually walk in the Breast Cancer 3 Day and having to work the Crew instead.

Last soda drunk: Root Beer

Last ice cream eaten: It was strawberry, in the middle of a cake (from Cold Stone Creamery - yum!)

Last shirt worn: I have one on now�a white cotton one, with a pink ribbon sewn in to the upper left shoulder-area.

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