The First and Certainly Not the Last Time. . .

So two weeks ago, trying to be the proactive, non-procrastinating girl that I have not been since the sixth grade, I thought I would write my now overdue blog about New Years Resolutions. Well, I kind of let that slip until last week only to hop on the blog site and see Greg had treated the topic beautifully. Damn your flowing prose, Greg! Really, I did not have the material for that one so I was at a loss. What to write about?

Figuring the oddness of Friday the 13th would inspire some grand conspiracy theory or wacky rhetoric I eased my mind and decided to wait. The day came and went without epiphany, minus the interesting tidbit that the fear of Friday the 13th has been indexed and has a ridiculously complicated name: Paraskavedekatriaphobia . . .

That hardly seemed worth more than the mention I just gave it so what to do? After the Steelers heart pounding game against the Colts I though I could write an inspirational piece about the underdog, but I am not a huge fan of sentimentalizing pro sports. While I love pro football dearly, these guys make millions, so why should some hack like me try to wax poetic making metaphors about fumble recoveries?

Yawn.

So it is now Monday night, and I can not sleep and I can not write and the darn little animated Microsoft Word assistant, the paperclip, keeps staring at me as if he expects some magic to appear. That would be a first...

Hey, how about talking about firsts? I will list some of my favorite first experiences, and then I will leave some blank that I am still waiting to complete. How about we make it more interactive and you send in your suggestions. My list ought to serve as a guide for your helping me out.

First Album: Adam Ant Friend or Foe.
First Food Invention: Chocolate-covered Bacon (better than it sounds)
First Dream Job Unrealized: Tambourine player
First Movie Watched over-and-over-and-over-and-over: The Adventures of Buckaroo Banzai Across the 8th Dimension (stop laughing long enough for me to make my case: the guy is heart surgeon, rock star and adventurer even if he is older than my parents, what is not to love, I ask?)
First Book I re-read because I wanted to: Anna Karenina
First Trophy: It was not a trophy so much as a sash: Runner-up Miss Cinderella Tiny Tot (That was the first of many trophies for Beth Ann Jenkins, mind you.)
First Concert: Wang Chung. When you stop laughing or maybe asking, â??WHO?!â?? Understand that it was almost U2. Overprotective Mom, grumble, grumble . . .
First Car: 1979 Rally Sport Camaro. (sweet!)
First piece of writing shared with others: a hideous poem written in the 11th grade called The Kiss. Yes, it was a tortured as it sounds.
First thing that comes to mind when I see a picture of George Bush: How?
First song on my I-pod most played playlist: Ruby Blue by Roisin Murphy.

OK, here are a few firsts I would like some help with: please reply to this blog and send me some suggestions.

First International Destination beyond North America:
First Extreme Sport:
First Reality Show Tryout:
First Karaoke Song:
First Solicited Blog Topic:

They are pretty simple. And I will take suggestions for other wacky first recommendations if yinz(a little colloquial shout-out to my fellow Pittsburghers GO STEELERS!) want to help me spice up my life a little.