All sorts of things
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stitchwhichHere's a long entry. Don't worry, I'll use LJ-cut.
ToC was great, once we made it. We seriously underestimated travel time. Well, okay I never estimated it - just took Arn's estimation... what a long road trip, always thinking it had to be just a little further. But we made it just fine. Arn marshalled and did that fighter-talk thing while I sat under the baronial pavilion with friends. "Sat" is right. I was in the But-Sucking Chair Of Doom, tilted uphill. My god, it was a comedy watching me try to struggle out of that thing! So to save my dignity, I tried to just stay put. But with the great view of passer-bys and the fine company, that was *so* not difficult. Jake and Kevin brought little Tommy over. What an adorable baby. And how kind of them to share him for a few minutes. That child is yet another example of Grace in action, blessing after struggle.
The evening came too soon and we packed up and headed home. Took a different route to Tidewater, which seemed so much faster, chattering all the way. Then to bed, slept for 11 hours straight. I've got to get the knack of sleeping *before* events! This crashing afterwards is rough!
I spent Easter putzing around the house in my bathrobe. Tried calling Zack but never got through - that didn't surprise me, it being a holiday and him being in the entertainment business. Called Barb and wished her answering machine a 'happy Easter'. As pretty as the day was, I was sure that if she was home alone, she was out with her lathe being creative. Then I took a nap and when I woke up, Arni was back. We relaxed and watched TV. Wonderfully low-stress. Although I do have a tiny little itch/wish to have actually made him a basket or something.
and finally, that nostalgia meme... I don't expect you to really read it - I'm just going to enjoy reminiscenting.
1. Who was your first prom date?
Mostafa Mostajeri. He was a student from Tehran whose parents could afford to ship him off to American rather than letting the Iranian Draft Board get him. We were engaged - although that fell through after his parents found out. He went home for summer break and came back with the news that it was 'marry or Army" so he had a wife and she was pregnant... for a brief, brief moment I thought about maybe being wife number 2. Young love. But not stupid love. Being Wife #2 in an Arabic country didn't seem the safest choice to me. Years later, I think I saw Mostafa and his young son being gunned down by the Ayatollah Kolmani's men during the 'cleansing' of the 'Shah supporters'. I hope I was wrong. I still have our very dated, very 'OMG' prom picture.
2. Who was your first roommate?
I was farmed out as a kid, so always shared a room with the 'babysitter's' daughter. But at St. Mary's (finishing/college prep school), I had a friend named Debby and we convinced our parents and the nuns to let us room together... a corner room that was supposed to hold 4 but only had us. We had a lot of very good times staying up late and giggling, telling bad jokes and never knowing that Sister Catherine (girl's dean) was checking on us every few minutes. And listening to our b*a*d jokes. She twitted me with the punch lines years later.
3. What alcoholic beverage did you drink when you got drunk the first time? Well.... I was a Mormon. Then there was that heart condition... I drank wine, but never could manage enough to get drunk. Scotch, now, that worked, a bit, to the tipsy-sort-of stage. I've rarely been in a situation where I'd be willing to be drunk - too helpless. Besides, Diet Pepsi tastes better!
4. What was your first job? For real? had a printer that I worked for (for free - one of my mom's fiance's) and he sold my designs to a big fabric company. Does that count? Because I'd hate to 'fess up to working at "Herfy's Big Burgers" in Portland, Ore.
5. What was your first car? An orange Pontiac Vega station wagon. International Orange. Honest... It got dubbed 'the Orange Crush' by the truckers but Arn and I never worried about being hard to see in snowstorms. I had it for less than a year before we had to put it in storage while we were in Japan. Once I got back, I found that my 'step father in law' had installed all sorts of weird toggles and compass globes and stuff all over the dash. Man, was I mad! It was a good little car.
6. When did you go to your first funeral? Brigit's father. About, um, 20 years ago. Didn't go to another one until we lost Mike and Sally.
7. How old were you when you first moved away from your hometown? 18 - enlisted to serve my country. Never went back except for three fly-by visits. I miss home. I could go back, now, but... Arn doesn't want to. And all our friends are here. But my heart yearns for my mountains.
8. Who was your first grade teacher? I don't remember her name but do remember that she put her head down on her arms at her desk and wept when we heard that President Kennedy had been shot. We were listening to some weekly radio show (classes used to do that) so we were the first people in our school to hear the news. She had me run down to the office to tell the Principle. My mom kept my report card from that year, it had a glowing 'Terri's so good at learning to read!" message the first 9 weeks, a less glowing one the next time, "her reading is continuing to improve but she needs to try to concentrate on other subjects" (even though I had all high marks) and ended with, "She's going to be a straight-A student. If you can get her away from books long enough." heh. She was right. And she's the one who gave me that gift that saw me through so much.
9. Where did you go on your first ride on an airplane?
Home to my mom. My uncle had a plane and flew me and my brother from Pasco, Wa to Portland, Ore. I have memories of being under 10 and flying back and forth to places on big planes but I don't remember now where I went - the memories that stand out are the ones on Uncle Donny's two-prop with family.
10. When you snuck out of your house for the first time, who was it with? Never did. Once I was old enough to 'sneak out', I was living with my mom and she didn't care where I went as long as I was home to take care of her when she wanted me. Because of her illness, I was the responsible one. Once I was at St. Mary's, there was no sneaking out. Nuns are better at security than the president's men, I swear. Because National Security Guys just don't do guilt like nuns do! "Terri, you understand that if you leave an opening for someone to get in, or take a girl with you on some outing, that you are endangering all the girls whose parents have placed them here for their safety, don't you? Do you speak enough foriegn languages to tell them how sorry you are for their daughter's loss or kidnapping?" Uh, yeah, well, when they put it that way...
11. Who was your first Best Friend and are you still friends? Debbie was my first friend, but within a few weeks, a day-student named Kim Johnson sat next to me in "Comparative Religion" class. She was Christian Science and I was Mormon in a class of Catholics... silly, charming, smart - she introduced me to Bette Midler via a concert ticket (we applauded so hard our hands swelled up for three days and we couldn't write) and was my biggest comfort when I learned that Debbie was calling my fiance to get him to date her. She went Army while I went Navy. We still email back and forth - she's back in the pacific northwest, riding a mortorcycle to work and teasing her husband with smarty tricks. We re-found each other thanks to classmates.com. Kinda amazing.
12. Where was your first sleepover? I went to a slumber party when I was 12 or 13. Went skating - broke my hand in three places and my mom came and got me and took me home, darn it (We didn't know the hand was broken, just that it kept swelling really bad). But we had fun before the moms made the 'gotta leave' decision - we taste-tested 'Close-up' toothpaste (it was a new idea, cinnamon flavored toothpaste), soaked the chicken feed in snitched booze and got the biddies all sorts of falling-over drunk, and did those horrible crank phone call pranks that kids do.
13. Who is the first person you call when you have a problem? Arni
14. Whose wedding were you in the first time you were a bridesmaid or groomsmen? Bethoc & 'duardo's
15. What is the first thing you do in the morning? Go back to bed. :)
16. What was the first concert you ever went to? Other than the ones I was in - Earth, Wind, and Fire.
17. First tattoo or piercing? Ears pierced. I was about 23. Arn kept buying me jewelery from ports on his cruises and he always forgot that my ears weren't pierced ("only tramps pierced their ears" grandma would say). So I got them pierced someplace on base in Yokosuka. Then they got so infected that the backs had to be cut out of them (yuck) and the surgeon re-pierced them after they healed... little blue plastic strings in my ears for weeks and weeks, but it worked and I've still got the holes. Which reminds me, I've got to get a new pair in there before they totally close up.
18. First celebrity crush? Ilya Koriakin (I spelled that wrong, I'm sure.) The blond agent on "Man From Uncle". After that it was Omar Sharif and Lawrence Olivie (we watched "Withering Heights" during the Senior Sleepover at St. Mary's... *sigh* Now there are eyes you can dive into...)
19. Age of first real kiss with tongue? 12
20. First crush? 12, same guy. I dropped him when he wouldn't take 'no'.
21. First real love? Mostafa.
ToC was great, once we made it. We seriously underestimated travel time. Well, okay I never estimated it - just took Arn's estimation... what a long road trip, always thinking it had to be just a little further. But we made it just fine. Arn marshalled and did that fighter-talk thing while I sat under the baronial pavilion with friends. "Sat" is right. I was in the But-Sucking Chair Of Doom, tilted uphill. My god, it was a comedy watching me try to struggle out of that thing! So to save my dignity, I tried to just stay put. But with the great view of passer-bys and the fine company, that was *so* not difficult. Jake and Kevin brought little Tommy over. What an adorable baby. And how kind of them to share him for a few minutes. That child is yet another example of Grace in action, blessing after struggle.
The evening came too soon and we packed up and headed home. Took a different route to Tidewater, which seemed so much faster, chattering all the way. Then to bed, slept for 11 hours straight. I've got to get the knack of sleeping *before* events! This crashing afterwards is rough!
I spent Easter putzing around the house in my bathrobe. Tried calling Zack but never got through - that didn't surprise me, it being a holiday and him being in the entertainment business. Called Barb and wished her answering machine a 'happy Easter'. As pretty as the day was, I was sure that if she was home alone, she was out with her lathe being creative. Then I took a nap and when I woke up, Arni was back. We relaxed and watched TV. Wonderfully low-stress. Although I do have a tiny little itch/wish to have actually made him a basket or something.
and finally, that nostalgia meme... I don't expect you to really read it - I'm just going to enjoy reminiscenting.
1. Who was your first prom date?
Mostafa Mostajeri. He was a student from Tehran whose parents could afford to ship him off to American rather than letting the Iranian Draft Board get him. We were engaged - although that fell through after his parents found out. He went home for summer break and came back with the news that it was 'marry or Army" so he had a wife and she was pregnant... for a brief, brief moment I thought about maybe being wife number 2. Young love. But not stupid love. Being Wife #2 in an Arabic country didn't seem the safest choice to me. Years later, I think I saw Mostafa and his young son being gunned down by the Ayatollah Kolmani's men during the 'cleansing' of the 'Shah supporters'. I hope I was wrong. I still have our very dated, very 'OMG' prom picture.
2. Who was your first roommate?
I was farmed out as a kid, so always shared a room with the 'babysitter's' daughter. But at St. Mary's (finishing/college prep school), I had a friend named Debby and we convinced our parents and the nuns to let us room together... a corner room that was supposed to hold 4 but only had us. We had a lot of very good times staying up late and giggling, telling bad jokes and never knowing that Sister Catherine (girl's dean) was checking on us every few minutes. And listening to our b*a*d jokes. She twitted me with the punch lines years later.
3. What alcoholic beverage did you drink when you got drunk the first time? Well.... I was a Mormon. Then there was that heart condition... I drank wine, but never could manage enough to get drunk. Scotch, now, that worked, a bit, to the tipsy-sort-of stage. I've rarely been in a situation where I'd be willing to be drunk - too helpless. Besides, Diet Pepsi tastes better!
4. What was your first job? For real? had a printer that I worked for (for free - one of my mom's fiance's) and he sold my designs to a big fabric company. Does that count? Because I'd hate to 'fess up to working at "Herfy's Big Burgers" in Portland, Ore.
5. What was your first car? An orange Pontiac Vega station wagon. International Orange. Honest... It got dubbed 'the Orange Crush' by the truckers but Arn and I never worried about being hard to see in snowstorms. I had it for less than a year before we had to put it in storage while we were in Japan. Once I got back, I found that my 'step father in law' had installed all sorts of weird toggles and compass globes and stuff all over the dash. Man, was I mad! It was a good little car.
6. When did you go to your first funeral? Brigit's father. About, um, 20 years ago. Didn't go to another one until we lost Mike and Sally.
7. How old were you when you first moved away from your hometown? 18 - enlisted to serve my country. Never went back except for three fly-by visits. I miss home. I could go back, now, but... Arn doesn't want to. And all our friends are here. But my heart yearns for my mountains.
8. Who was your first grade teacher? I don't remember her name but do remember that she put her head down on her arms at her desk and wept when we heard that President Kennedy had been shot. We were listening to some weekly radio show (classes used to do that) so we were the first people in our school to hear the news. She had me run down to the office to tell the Principle. My mom kept my report card from that year, it had a glowing 'Terri's so good at learning to read!" message the first 9 weeks, a less glowing one the next time, "her reading is continuing to improve but she needs to try to concentrate on other subjects" (even though I had all high marks) and ended with, "She's going to be a straight-A student. If you can get her away from books long enough." heh. She was right. And she's the one who gave me that gift that saw me through so much.
9. Where did you go on your first ride on an airplane?
Home to my mom. My uncle had a plane and flew me and my brother from Pasco, Wa to Portland, Ore. I have memories of being under 10 and flying back and forth to places on big planes but I don't remember now where I went - the memories that stand out are the ones on Uncle Donny's two-prop with family.
10. When you snuck out of your house for the first time, who was it with? Never did. Once I was old enough to 'sneak out', I was living with my mom and she didn't care where I went as long as I was home to take care of her when she wanted me. Because of her illness, I was the responsible one. Once I was at St. Mary's, there was no sneaking out. Nuns are better at security than the president's men, I swear. Because National Security Guys just don't do guilt like nuns do! "Terri, you understand that if you leave an opening for someone to get in, or take a girl with you on some outing, that you are endangering all the girls whose parents have placed them here for their safety, don't you? Do you speak enough foriegn languages to tell them how sorry you are for their daughter's loss or kidnapping?" Uh, yeah, well, when they put it that way...
11. Who was your first Best Friend and are you still friends? Debbie was my first friend, but within a few weeks, a day-student named Kim Johnson sat next to me in "Comparative Religion" class. She was Christian Science and I was Mormon in a class of Catholics... silly, charming, smart - she introduced me to Bette Midler via a concert ticket (we applauded so hard our hands swelled up for three days and we couldn't write) and was my biggest comfort when I learned that Debbie was calling my fiance to get him to date her. She went Army while I went Navy. We still email back and forth - she's back in the pacific northwest, riding a mortorcycle to work and teasing her husband with smarty tricks. We re-found each other thanks to classmates.com. Kinda amazing.
12. Where was your first sleepover? I went to a slumber party when I was 12 or 13. Went skating - broke my hand in three places and my mom came and got me and took me home, darn it (We didn't know the hand was broken, just that it kept swelling really bad). But we had fun before the moms made the 'gotta leave' decision - we taste-tested 'Close-up' toothpaste (it was a new idea, cinnamon flavored toothpaste), soaked the chicken feed in snitched booze and got the biddies all sorts of falling-over drunk, and did those horrible crank phone call pranks that kids do.
13. Who is the first person you call when you have a problem? Arni
14. Whose wedding were you in the first time you were a bridesmaid or groomsmen? Bethoc & 'duardo's
15. What is the first thing you do in the morning? Go back to bed. :)
16. What was the first concert you ever went to? Other than the ones I was in - Earth, Wind, and Fire.
17. First tattoo or piercing? Ears pierced. I was about 23. Arn kept buying me jewelery from ports on his cruises and he always forgot that my ears weren't pierced ("only tramps pierced their ears" grandma would say). So I got them pierced someplace on base in Yokosuka. Then they got so infected that the backs had to be cut out of them (yuck) and the surgeon re-pierced them after they healed... little blue plastic strings in my ears for weeks and weeks, but it worked and I've still got the holes. Which reminds me, I've got to get a new pair in there before they totally close up.
18. First celebrity crush? Ilya Koriakin (I spelled that wrong, I'm sure.) The blond agent on "Man From Uncle". After that it was Omar Sharif and Lawrence Olivie (we watched "Withering Heights" during the Senior Sleepover at St. Mary's... *sigh* Now there are eyes you can dive into...)
19. Age of first real kiss with tongue? 12
20. First crush? 12, same guy. I dropped him when he wouldn't take 'no'.
21. First real love? Mostafa.
