January 30, 2007

Five Things You Might Not Know

My friend Janet tagged me with this meme -- five things you might not know about me:

1. I sleep with two stuffed animals, a pig and a cow. They are both male (don't ask how I know, I just do), but David doesn't mind. The pig was a gift from my grandmother when I was about six. His name is Porkchop. My mom gave me the cow when I started college because I had had a dream about a baby cow. His name is Cow. You can tell how creative I am. I'll probably name my first child Kid. Sometimes I wake up in the middle of the night and can't find Cow; he is small and likes to go exploring in the big bed. When this happens, I can't get back to sleep until I find him.

2. My first job was at an ice cream store. Everyone told me I would get sick of ice cream, and I secretly hoped they were right, but I never did.

3. I hate swimming. It's actually not so bad once I get in the water, but I hate anticipating getting wet, and I'm not a big fan of being cold either.

4. I used to love cooking, but now I avoid it as much as possible. If I could have a personal chef, I wouldn't mind never having to cook again.

5. I proposed to David less than six months into our relationship. He said no.

I tag Kisha, Andrew, and Elizabeth.

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July 24, 2006

Question of the Day

Courtesy of The Daily Meme:

In honor of the Tour de France, what is your longest bike ride?

I should probably start by admitting that I did not successfully learn to ride a bike until I was thirteen years old. Before that, my parents had tried to teach me, and would push me along to get me started, then let me go, but I never learned how to start or stop on my own. Once I ended up in a beach volleyball pit and another time in the emergency room. But by the time I was thirteen, I had developed enough coordination to just get on and go, and I was super-proud to finally be able to do what most children can do with ease. Bike riding is not something I have ever done on a regular basis, and the thought of doing it as a regular form of transportation (which David does) terrifies me. But every now and then I do enjoy a long ride.

My longest bike ride, which I have done twice, is the bike path from Santa Monica to Redondo Beach and back, about forty miles. This was the annual bike-a-thon to raise money for my high school marching band (I played the tuba). We were supposed to ask people to pledge money for each mile we rode. I was too shy to ask for money, but rode anyway, and had a lot of fun with it, but I don't think I have ever been that sore any other time in my life. I was also super-slow. The band director always said that he would go last, to pick up any dead bodies, but one year he passed me!

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July 14, 2006

Five on Friday -- Swimming Lessons

courtesy of Criminal Grace:

1. Do you know how to swim?
Not very well, though I did manage to pass the Ann Arbor Rowing Club's swim test, which involved swimming a couple of laps and then treading water for five minutes -- in my clothes. I don't think I would have survived that five minutes had it not been for my friend Shawn, who was doing it with me. Being able to talk to someone made the five minutes go by a lot faster. In any case, I had to pass that test, because wearing a life jacket while rowing crew would have just been way too humiliating!

2. Have you ever had swimming lessons? Did they help?
I was sent to day camp every summer from the age of six to eleven, and there were always swimming lessons involved. They definitely helped -- without these lessons I would have been totally clueless -- but I never got past "advanced beginner." I have often wondered how kids who didn't go to camp learned how to swim.

3. When was the last time you went swimming?
In early December, I attended a medical anthropology conference in Kilifi, Kenya, which is right on the east coast of Africa. The resort where the conference was held had a beautiful swimming pool that appeared to just merge right into the ocean, though this was an optical illusion. One afternoon, a fellow grad student convinced me to swim with her. I was reluctant to do it, as I hadn't been swimming in over three years, and I was embarrassed to be seen in a bathing suit because my weight was down to ninety pounds. When I got into the pool, I found that, having lost all my body fat, I couldn't keep myself afloat.

4. Can you open your eyes under water? Do you plug your nose before going under? Do you even go under?
I do indeed go under -- keeping my head up is too much work! I don't plug my nose, but I do close my eyes. I was able to open them before I started wearing contacts, but now I'm afraid my lenses will float away!

5. Your preference: salt water, fresh water, or pool water?
Definitely pool water -- it is the cleanest! Fresh water is nice because I can drink it (as I once did at Lake Michigan), but there tends to be a lot of scum on lake bottoms. Salt water is also fun because it helps me float. In fact, perhaps I should revise my answer to salt because my best swimming experience ever was in the Mediterranean, in Nice in the summer of 2000.

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June 27, 2006

Things I Need To Do But Don't Want To Do

1. Put my summer clothes in my dresser and my winter clothes in the basement.
2. Clean the floor.
3. Grocery shopping.
4. Read for prelims.

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