Want to hear about the time the cop caught me with no clothes on? Here's your chance.

Honestly, the only things I have to talk about from this weekend that are blogworthy are things I can't share in case anyone I know ever found my blog.

Instead, I'm stealing a meme from Librarian Girl. Feel free to steal it from me and play along if you'd like.

1. Who was your first prom date? My ex-husband. We met at the beginning of our junior year. Isn't that sweet? Gag.

2. Do you still talk to your first love? No. My first love was my ex-husband (see #1 above) and since the last few years of our marriage turned out to be one of the most miserable periods of time in my life and we had no kids together, I don't have much desire or reason to talk to him. I'm guessing he kind of feels the same way since he's made no attempt to contact me in the past 4 years. But then again, it might be because during our divorce he told me he wanted us to be friends afterwards and I might have called him crazy.

3. What was your first alcoholic drink? Technically? When I was young (maybe 6 or 7 years old), one of my uncles had a can of Pabst Blue Ribbon beer sitting beside his lawn chair on the ground. I saw a red, white and blue can and thought it was a soda of some sort and picked it up and took a giant gulp before anyone realized what I was doing. The first time I drank an alcoholic drink by choice? Holy crap this is going to humiliate me. It was back in high school and I was with my ex-husband, my best friend and her boyfriend and they pulled out a bottle of pink champagne. I only drank about a half glass before I recognized how absolutely disgusting it was. I didn't drink again for years.

4. What was your first job? I worked at Stone Mountain Park at the concession stand by the Paddlewheel Riverboat (the boat is named the Scarlett O'Hara). Is that one of the most Southern sounding first jobs you can imagine? I scooped ice cream, made waffle cones, and served more hot dogs than I care to think about. It's why I haven't eaten a hot dog in the past 25 years.

5. What was your first car? A baby blue 1982 Chevrolet Cavalier. I had to drive it with two feet (gas with the right foot, brake with the left) because it was such a gigantic piece o' crap that it would stall if you didn't press the gas constantly - even while stopped. I still drive with two feet to this day and it freaks people out sometimes. The radio changed channels if I went over a bump.

6. Who was the first person to text you today? Don't y'all know by now? I'm not a texter kind of girl. It takes me about 10 minutes to type "hi" on my phone.

7. Who is the first person you thought of this morning? Hot Brazilian.

8. Who was your first grade teacher? Mrs. Porter. And she slapped my hand with a ruler one day and my life was never the same again. I lost track of what page we were on, asked the kid sitting next to me, and she slapped me for talking. It was traumatic. I think it's why I never spoke in class by choice again. Seriously. Even in college my professors would have to specifically call on me to make me say anything out loud.

9. Where did you go on your first ride on an airplane? The weekend of my 17th birthday I flew from Atlanta to Miami with my parents and my younger brother. When we got back home, my friends were in the basement throwing a surprise party for me. It's the only surprise party I've ever had.

10. Who was your first best friend, and are you still friends with him/her? My first best friend was Sheri and yes, I'm still friends with her. We met in kindergarten when we were 5 years old. We went through a period of time when we weren't in touch very much, but now we try to at least go to dinner once a month and we talk on the phone every week or so. She lives about an hour from me so that's the best we can seem to do.

11. What was your first sport played? I'm not much of an athlete. However, when I was in elementary school, I played one season of church league basketball and that was enough to make me decide to be a cheerleader the next season (which was also a one season endeavor for me). I took gymnastics from the ages of 7 - 13. That's about it for me in the sports area.

12. Where was your first sleepover? Really? My mind is not a steel trap people. I have no idea. All I know is that my friends and I had sleepovers almost every weekend when I was growing up.

13. Who was the first person you talked to today? My cat, Bailey. Okay technically she's not a person so I guess it would be the security guard who holds the door open for me every day when I arrive at work. I told him good morning and thank you.

14. Whose wedding were you in the first time? Sadly, I can't remember. I've only been in two weddings so you would think this would be an easy question. But I can't remember which one was first. One of the brides was married 3 times before she was 30 so I can't remember what order all of her weddings were in compared to the other friend who got married. I was supposed to be in her first wedding, but she ran off to Vegas and eloped (after we bought our dresses no less - but her parents reimbursed all of us thankfully). I was in her second wedding and if I remember correctly, that marriage lasted 4 months before she filed for divorce. I found out about her third marriage at our class reunion. I can tell you which bride's dress I liked better. The one I'm still friends with. Her dresses were very classy and if I hadn't become a fat cow I would still wear that dress today even though the wedding was almost 20 years ago. It was a classic that probably will never go out of style and the dresses were black and white.

The bride who married 3 times (probably more since then but I haven't talked to her in 10 years so she could be up to #5 or #6 by now) made us wear what I can only describe as a cotton candy pink tutu. It was fitted up top with sparkly thread sewn in here and there, had spaghetti straps, and the skirt was cocktail length satin covered in tulle with tiny pink bows. My mom started cracking up when I walked out in it. There's nothing in the world wrong with a cotton candy pink tutu if you happen to be a ballerina or if you're dressing up as a ballerina for Halloween. But for a wedding? It was ridiculous looking. On top of that, I had not even talked to this bride for about 4 years prior to her wedding. She called me up out of the blue and asked me if I would be in her wedding with one other girl. I participated out of complete pity because I could tell she didn't have any friends to ask. Had I known what I was going to be required to wear, even pity wouldn't have gotten me to participate. Most of my other friends had tiny weddings, destination weddings, etc. so this was it for my bridesmaid days.

15. What was the first thing you did this morning? I fed Bailey. Trust me, when Bailey is your cat this had better be the first thing you do each and every morning.

16. What was the first concert you ever went to? Rush, their Signals tour.

17. What was your first tattoo or piercing? I was six years old when I got my ears pierced. That was the first time anyway. I had a tiny pearl earring get stuck down in the hole one night and freaked the heck out so I stopped wearing them and let them grow over. I tried again a few years later and it went much better. One hole in each year is all I have. No tattoos either.

18. What was the first foreign country you went to? I guess it was when I went to the Bahamas on a family cruise for Christmas when I was approximately 26 years old.

19. What was your first run-in with the law? Oh my goodness. I almost lied and said it was when I got my first speeding ticket at the age of 19 but I'm not a liar so I'll tell y'all the truth even though I'm mortified to tell this story. When my ex-husband and I were dating in high school we went 'parking' one night. Now I was basically a good girl and didn't go 'all the way' with him until much, much later, but this particular night we were parking on the side of a road in Stone Mountain Park (see #4 above - I was an employee at the time this happened). A park police officer (and yes, they are real police officers who can ticket you and arrest you) knocked on the window. Unfortunately, I was only wearing my bra and undies when he knocked on the window. My ex got out of the car and started talking to him. He had on pants and no shirt. I quickly threw on a sweater and looked out the window. He asked us for identification and the only id I had in my purse was my employee id. So I fibbed and told him I didn't have any on me. He wrote down the info on my ex and I was shaking like a leaf the entire time. He finally let us go with a warning and told us to leave the park immediately. As we drove off, I realized that I had put on my ex's sweater in my huge rush to cover up my unmentionables instead of my own shirt. So we then had to pull in somewhere so I could change sweaters, put on my pants and look semi-presentable when he took me back to my house.

20. When was your first detention? Despite the type of girl it sounds like I was from my answer to #19, I never got detention. I really was a pretty good girl.

21. What was the first state you lived in? The same one I still live in. Georgia.

22. Who was the first person to break your heart? My ex. Unfortunately, I let him do so more than one time. He broke it many, many, many times from the time I was 16 until I was 35. But never again.

23. Who was your first roommate? It was a girl named Monique and I didn't know her until we moved into a dorm room together at the University of Georgia. She was really sweet but there was one odd thing about her. The only thing that woke her up was if someone said her name. Alarm clocks? Nope. Phone ringing? Nope. Me running my hair dryer? Nope. We were only roommates for one quarter and then she moved to another city for her quarter of student teaching. I then got another roommate and we lived together off and on for the next 7 or 8 years while in school and after we graduated.

24. Where did you go on your first limo ride? My first (and only) limo ride is kind of lame. My mom's co-worker's son was getting married years and years ago and my mom was invited to the wedding. My dad had a job to work that night so she made me go with her. The bride's family was extremely wealthy and they had the reception at their house because it was big enough to host a reception for several hundred people. The mayor of Atlanta was there. I'm sure there were other 'famous' people as well but I didn't recognize anyone else. We had to park at a school about a block from their house and they had limos to drive us the (WHOLE ENTIRE) block. So that's my sad limo story. I rode for one block in a limo. And I've never had the opportunity to ride in one again.

In other news, do y'all remember when I participated in Blogshare sometime ago? That's where I will host an anonymous post for another blogger and I will have something anonymously posted on someone else's blog. That's happening again this week so be sure to stop by on Wednesday when someone will be able to vent or share something they don't want to share on their own blog. There are always some really moving and emotional posts that day.