Life on the West Side

1. First thing you do when you wake up in the morning.
If it’s a week day I usually YELL at my alarm clock. It’s often something like, “NO!” or “STOP!” as if scolding my phone alarm will make it behave into quiet submission. Then I grumble and debate whether I actually want to get up and work out. It’s about 50/50  as to whether it actually happens. But hey, I’ll play 50/50 odds. They’re better than they were a few months ago.

Once I’ve decided to be awake, I put my eye drops in, get up to use the restroom and get dressed. Weekends are the same but minus the bright and early sweat sesh, I usually start with some reading/prayers and a cup of coffee.

2. First thing you reach for when you open the fridge.
Depends on my mood. If it’s snacky I’ll go for a string cheese or grapes. If I’m wanting a meal, I’ll make a sammy: Sandwich thin, 1 slice of cheese. 2 slices turkey. Hot sauce.

3. First things you do when you go to the gym.
My recent gym workout has been 10-10-10. Ten minutes hard and fast on the dread-mill then ten minutes on the ellip and finish with ten on the stationary bike. You’d think the bike would be easiest, but I’m usually so sore and tired by the time I get to the bike that it’s so freaking hard for a measly 600 seconds. Oy.

4. First thing you do you when you get home from work. Give the Merr Bear a big smoocheroo then change into comfy clothes.
That’s most days. On the occasional day we have plans after work, I rally and go out with people I love!

5. First car.
My first car was a 1990 Buick Regal. It was the beautiful blue boat. We got it from a friend for a whopping $1000 and my brother and I drove that guy to the ground. It was decked out with a leapard print wheel cover and some sparkly hangy thing. Since I was the older sister, my broseph wasn’t allowed to take down my decorations when he drove it. Heh. Sisterly love.

6. First car accident / traffic violation.
I actually only had my permit when my Mom was at my high school and asked me to pull the car from the parking lot to in front of the school. The school was on a hill and I accidentally kissed the car in front of me because I wasn’t comfortable or familiar with driving on hills. Oops.

7. First thing you wanted to be when you grew up.
Ya know, I’ve always wanted to be a nurse. That and teacher were top contenders in my childhood play. Funny how life works out.

8. First choice beverage.
Water usually. But if we’re getting crazy round here, I’ll take holiday inspired Starbucks drink. OR Merrick’s newly minted homemade lattes. Delish.

9. First choice breakfast.
I have the same thing for breakfast every day – 2-3 egg whites. Occasionally I’ll throw a veggie breakfast sausage in it. Or if I’m really feeling frisky, I’ll go with 1/2 c. Kashi Go Lean + 1/2 c. Fage greek yogurt + 1TBS honey. I eat while I write my daily schedule and To-Do list.

10. First choice dessert.
Chocolate mousse pie or some chocolatey gooey cheesecake heavenly bliss. Hmmm but if I’m thinking about it, now I’ll say Yogurtland, my love.

11. First song that comes to mind…
“Merry Christmas, Happy Holidays” on NSYNC’s Christmas album. So many fun memories with that album and my family!

12. First major purchase.
Is college a “purchase?” Cuz I’m still paying off that one…

13. First job:
My first job was technically helping my bro with his paper route. I was delivering for him one day and noticed a lovely bunch of geese flying over. I didn’t have time to take cover so I took one of my papers, covered my head and waited till they passed. Once they had, I pulled off my head cover, noticed it was completely COVERED in goose poop. And I delivered that paper anyway. Oops. That’s what happens when you’re not given one extra paper but only enough for every patron.

My first “real” job of my own was a grocery store bagger. Thankfully I was never one of those who put your cans on top of your eggs, but I worked with some people who did. That one always got me – the sloppiness and disrespect some people had for people and their groceries. I did however secretly laugh when people went through the line with their Preparation H cream and Monistat. Hehehe (I was obviously at the top of my maturity class at 15 years)

14. First time you flew on a plane.
My jet-setting started at the ripe old age of 2 weeks old. My Mom’s brother got married in Europe at the end of August. I still have the infant passport to prove it.

My first flight I can remember, I was the same mature 15 year old and signed up for a mission trip to Monterrey, Mexico. The flight was with 20 other 15 year old girls in our obnoxiously yellow group shirts and our obnoxious attitudes on our way to build orphanages and thinking we were hot stuff. How I pity my fellow plane passengers.

This entry was posted on Monday, December 3rd, 2012 at 6:00 am and is filed under About me, Life. You can follow any responses to this entry through the RSS 2.0 feed. You can leave a response, or trackback from your own site.