Hello, friends! The Sandman is back with yet another fun, little Q&A, and I thought I’d make this a thing, and go for round 3! You know me, I love answering questions that give my brain a little workout. The more random, the better! Feel free to answer the questions yourself and send them his way, or write up your own post and use a pingback!
1) What was your very first alcoholic drink? Did you enjoy it?
I honestly can’t remember when my first drink was. I do remember having time sips of beer when I was much too little to have it (I’m talking still in the single digit age range), but I don’t really count those. I guess I didn’t start actually drinking until I was 14 or so years old, courtesy of my father, who was just a fantastic influence on me (sarcasm). He was in jail for the majority of my life, and that’s around the time he came out for a substantial amount of time, and it was how we bonded, or something. If he wasn’t asking me to get high with him, he was offering to run to the gas station to get me booze. I only ever took him up on the latter. Like I said, real great influence.
I also had a boyfriend at the time, and we would stay at my dad’s apartment until really late at night on the weekends, drinking Mike’s Hard Lemonades, which was my absolute favorite, and watching rated R movies. A few times, my dad even offered to let us watch porn, and said he’d leave us alone. Yeah, that offer was too weird to accept, but we did have some pretty epic makeout sessions. My mom would pick me up, and if it wasn’t obvious by my stumbling into the car that I was a bit tipsy, she would smell it on me, and immediately get angry. It was a weird time in my life.
My dad ended up going back to jail shortly after, which was really no surprise, and I didn’t really start drinking again until college, where vodka and Mountain Dew, vodka cranberry, and Amaretto Stone Sour were my drinks of choice. Crucify me if you want, but I’ll also mention that I hate beer. Any beer. Always have. Ugh.
I’ll also mention that I haven’t had a drink in nearly 4 years!
2) Who introduced you to WordPress? Why did you first open an account or get involved?
I feel like I have always had a WordPress account. I have zero idea when my first one was. As far back as I can remember, maybe starting in middle school, I always had to have some sort of online journal/diary to vent my frustrations. I’ve used MySpace, Open Diary/Teen Open Diary, Blogger, and WordPress. That I can remember. I create and delete like a madwoman. I’ve used them for blogging, poetry, short stories, surveys, erotica… you name it. I also had a WordPress site for my podcast, Something Suggestive, up until April 2013. This is the longest running blog I have ever owned, and I’m hoping to keep the momentum going for at least another year. That’s a goal, right?
3) When was the first time you had sex?
Oh, boy. Um. Hmm… I wish I could remember. It’s a complicated question, for so many reasons. Let’s just keep it simple. The first time that I actually count as real sex was when I was 14. I had my first serious boyfriend, who was a year older than me, and our first time was in his bedroom after school one day, when we were supposed to be watching his younger brother. We just sat him in front of the TV, and ran downstairs for a quickie. No awkwardness, no hesitation, no weirdness afterward. It was pretty easy.
4) What has been your worst fashion disaster?
This question implies that I have some sort of fashion expertise. Well, I don’t. I’m a jeans and t-shirt kind of girl. Always have been, always will be. Sometimes I switch it up with a cute cardigan, or a cold-shoulder shirt, or even a cute dress for family holiday events, but I usually keep it pretty casual.
With that being said, one thing did come immediately to mind when I read this question… my 6th and 7th grade school pictures. I wish I could show you, but thankfully, I don’t have any physical pictures of that catastrophe. Let’s just say, I wore the exact same baby blue and red fake jersey-style t-shirt for both years on picture day, and completed the look with a horrible haircut, bad smile, and a red, paisley bandana on my head that had NO business being there. Ugh. I wish I had a time machine…
Well, that’s it for now! Thank you for reading, friends!
If you want to see more, or want to check out the questions for yourself, you can check out all of my answers to past Sandman Q&A posts here.
We used camp out on the warm, summer weekends; the cousins, aunts, uncles, and grandparents of my father’s lineage, merging as one unit to celebrate the wilderness.
Fishing, swimming, hiking, storytelling, and dancing under the stars, living blissfully in the moment.
Though our paths may have diverged in separate directions, I see them from afar, continuing on with their adventures, passing along traditions to the next generation, and I long to join them again one day.
My weekly response for Sonya’s Three Line Tales (Week 65) writing challenge. Photo by Clay Knight via Unsplash.
Hello, friends! For those who don’t remember, several months ago, a fellow blogger posted a short Q&A on his blog, and invited others to join him in answering. I decided to participate, and you can read my answers here. Well, The Sandman is at it again with a second Q&A! So, I thought I would shake off these stormy weather blues, and do a bit of writing today, since things are pretty chill in my house today. You can read the questions, and my answers, below!
#1) Describe one moment from your youth that is impenetrably seared into your memory.
Honestly, my memory is pretty fuzzy when it comes to things that happened in my childhood. I’m not entirely sure why. I am able to recall certain things in vivid detail, but for the most part, there are huge gaps in my memory, where I can’t remember a damn thing. High school was particularly traumatic for me, and many of it is a blur. Middle school is basically the same story, but slightly less severe. Maybe I just didn’t care enough to retain the memories. Who knows?
There are two memories in my life that often pop into my head, presenting as vivid, flashbulb memories. The first, and possibly the earliest memory of my life, is of the backseat windows of the first car my mom ever had with me. One of the back windows had two parts, and the back part was shaped like a shark fin, and had little black dots on it. I remember looking out this window as a baby. My mom said she got rid of that car before my first birthday, and that there is no way I could have remembered it. But I do.
The second memory is from middle school. When I was in the sixth grade, I had a crush on a boy in my class, named Billy. He had an older brother, who was in the eighth grade at the time, and I liked him, too. However, neither had any interest in a relationship with me, friendship or otherwise, and were often cruel to me, teasing me, and spreading rumors about me. I had a pretty thick skin back then, and it didn’t bother me much.
Until the final dance of the school year.
I showed up alone, but immediately met up with a few friends of mine, who reassured me with urgency that everything was going to be okay. I was confused. Long story short, Billy and his brother had created a fake AIM (AOL Instant Messenger) profile, using my name, and faked a ridiculous conversation between “me” and themselves. Then, after fabricating numerous embarrassing confessions, they printed out copies of the conversation, and plastered them all over the walls of the cafeteria, where the dance was being held.
I was furious. I confronted the duo, who were sitting in the back of the cafeteria with friends, too cool to participate in the dance, while my friends took down the posters. I made it very clear that I was not embarrassed, and that I felt sorry for them for being pathetic and immature enough to put so much effort into trying to humiliate a girl they supposedly had no interest in. I got my point across. I remember telling a chaperone, who was probably a parent, and not a teacher, and they said they couldn’t do anything about it. And that was it. We took down the posters, we danced, and we moved on. I got over it. After that night, the boys never bothered me again.
#2) Would you be upset if a long-term partner confessed that s/he’d committed a serious crime before you met? How do you think it would affect your relationship?
Honestly, it would depend on the crime. There are many unforgivable crimes. Was it assault? Burglary? Rape? Murder?Did they go to prison, or is this a deep, dark secret? Have they turned their life around for the better? Everyone makes mistakes, and does stupid things in their lifetime, especially when they are young and stupid. I can forgive things like assault (assuming it was justified in some way, and not some sort of hate crime), certain kinds of theft, certain drug offenses, traffic violations, etc. I am a pretty forgiving person, as long as they have changed for the better, and treat me well.
However, there are things that I can not forgive. There are some crimes that are committed by people, often more than once, and it defines what kind of person they are. A lot of times, they don’t change. I won’t go into detail, but whatever you’re thinking that I’m talking about, you’re probably right. Sometimes, there are no excuses, and no coming back from something. If I discovered something horrible in their past (and chances are, they probably didn’t go to prison for it if we’re in a relationship, meaning it was a secret), I would confront them. I would hear them out. But in the end, I probably would not stay in the relationship. And, depending on the seriousness of the crime, I may even turn them in.
Well, there are my answers to The Sandman’s Q&A #2. I invite you all to answer these questions for yourselves, either in the comments, or as a pingback post. Thanks for reading, friends!
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