The First Time

So what does it say about me that the first time I start a blog page is less than two weeks after my wedding? I suppose one of two things: either I am opening myself up to new experiences as I feel safe and secure enough to do so OR I am in a state of flux where without a wedding to plan I need to find an alternative method of self consumption. It's most likely a little bit of both but let's put that aside for a moment as I speak about "firsts".

There is the unequivocal "first time" for anything. Some first moments can reach heights of adrenaline never to be attained again, while others only warrant another try to get them right. Sex for example is a strange "first". It is that first time most men dream of since the time puberty's little hairs of testosterone first appear and the first most women instinctively hide from everyone but her closest friend. However, with all the hoopla concerning it's "first" time one would think it be extraordinary! Those of us having the "first" and then some will easily tell other that the "first" time was not all it was cracked up to be........was it?

So in the spirit of firsts here's a few of mine that actually met up to their expectations:

My first mouthful of WASABI: didn't disappoint. It also serves multiple functions: nasal decongestant, the cry on cue miracle worker, and child deterrent.

My first SKYDIVE: it's way better than sex the first time and they'll put it on a DVD one can be proud of.

My first CAR: no matter that it was a manual transmission, manual steering, no radio hunk of Toyota it still was ALL MINE. Her and I travelled to San Luis Obispo in college to perform at a dance event with a boom box in the front seat, a carton of cigarettes for company in the back and a trunk stuffed with costumes that wouldn't unlock! May not have been fun then but memory shall last a lifetime.

My first BREAK-UP: it hurt. Probably worst than most anything else ever for at that time I thought it was the end of the world. Most likely it didn't help that the ex in question told me that "God told him to break-up with me." No really my first break-up was God's fault, see now why the rest were easier!!!

My first PET: was a puppy named BJ. Yup, it's true BlackJack was his real name but he became BJ very quickly, I'm sure my parents didn't realize the possible oddity of their daughter running around the streets screaming "BJ!!!!!! Where are you? Come home, BJ!!!!". He pooped everywhere but I was too little to have to clean up anything! He was my pal, until he toppled over the Christmas tree...of course that was a first too.

My first FRIEND: Shanna Parraga. We met in kindergarten...we are still friends today. She taught me how to do cartwheels, climb a tree, and beat-up boys... then out run them and hide in the girls bathroom until the coast was clear. Still all feats I am proud to say I can still do.

My first KISS as a married woman: probably the most unexpected first, but happily so. The day Harley Davidson (yes, really) were married is a blur but that first kiss got smashed into my brain forever and led to some of the most amazing "first" married sex ever!

This list will continue as long as move through life and I'm sure I'll add a few more memorable firsts here as time goes on, I think I have inspired myself to take a little more time to appreciate the here and now, and really pay attention to all these "first" I will have in my new married life.