Burn After Reading

 Hey there.  Been awhile.  :)  Thought I'd try something new.  Bought a deck of "Burn After Reading" cards at Target last year.  Just now found them (again) after doing a bit of a remodel on my home office.  So I opened them out of curiosity.  Some of it sounds a bit blasé, but I'm pretty sure we can get creative after a glass of wine.  Or maybe without one.

This card is called Quick Fire.  We'll see how many I care to answer and publish.  Ha!

"Firsts...

1) The first thing I bought with my own money

Oh that's easy.  PANTS!  A HAIRCUT!  MAKEUP!  GETTING MY EARS PIERCED! (NOT SURE WHY I'M TYPING THIS IN ALL CAPS LIKE A BOOMER but I digress).  Suffice it to say, anything NOT to resemble a Fundy or a holy roller any more.

2) My first love

As an INFJ I could go soooooo many different ways with this one.  My brain is literally running about 9 million miles per hour right now in eighteen plus different directions, from the meaning of love to trying to be silly ("Chocolate, of course!) to wondering if this means family or boyfriends or what, really-?  Could probably do a whole blog around this question.  But for now, let's go with an assumed opposite gender crush.  I'd say someone I knew from Crowley, Texas whose church we sang at when I was 12, possibly before.  I should have known I had an obsessive nature from that very experience, but nooooo, that took years and therapy later.  Ha!  Anyway.  I looked him up after I left the road and we became friends, as I'd moved on years prior.  I wound up inadvertently introducing him to my then pastor's daughter and dear friend (who used to date my brother).  They wound up marrying and becoming missionaries abroad for a bit and producing four adorable kids together.  She's really funny, btw.  And still a lovely friend of mine.  :)

3) The first song that moved me

Doubtless some lullaby Mom sang to me as a baby or the tune my beloved ancient Winnie The Pooh wind-up bear played when it was new...but otherwise, perhaps "Don't It Make Your Brown Eyes Blue" by Crystal Gayle.  We lived in West Texas my first six years (ACK!  I hate W. TX, but that's another story for another time). When I was about four years old my parents listened to a lot of modern country at the time (the early 80's), and I was rather fond of Ms. Gayle.  Mom told me one day, when I was about four years old, they found me standing in the back seat of the car, swaying to her eye-changing tune, singing my heart out into a hair brush, emulating every move Crystal did.  I announced I wanted to be a singer when I grew up.  Unfortunately, my parents didn't find my dancing very Godly, as they banned all secular music (except the Beach Boys, the Oak Ridge Boys and the Statler Brothers for a few more years) shortly thereafter and placed their kiddos on a firm Southern & Country Gospel diet after that.  Not even a lick of classical music was allowed, but I have developed a broadening appreciation for the genre in my adult years.  

But there were always laundrymats to keep us current with at least SOME modern secular music.  :)

*And now I must pause and go rustle up some dinner.  Back in a bit.*