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Sunday,
February 10, 2002
Ten Questions,
sort of
I'm in at work
(yes, on a Sunday), waiting for a huge horking file to distill down
to PDF format, so while I'm waiting I might as well do a journal
entry. And since I don't particularly feel like chatting about anything
thoughtful today, I'm going to utilize the lazy journaler's tool
and come up with a list about myself. Have fun, kids.
Ten
Things You May Not Have Known About Me
- I'm an ordained
minister, courtesy of the Universal
Life Church. I conducted my first wedding in England back
in 2000, and as soon as I file my license at the County Clerk's
office I'm legal to marry folks in Collin County, Texas. So just
in case you're passing through and feel like getting hitched,
I'm you're gal.
- I play trumpet,
fluegelhorn, guitar, bass, clarinet, flute, penny whistle, a little
piano, I can do a relatively good beat on a trap set and I want
to learn the cello one of these days.
- I'm a Leo
in Western astrology, and a Fire Horse in Chinese astrology. Apparently
Fire Horse women are dangerous, headstrong, and are seen as deadly
to men, which is amusing at first until you learn that Japanese
women born in 1906 (the Fire Horse year before my birth) were
subjected to poverty and starvation because they could not marry,
and even Japanese Fire Horses my age have had problems with the
superstition. Janis Cortese has more on this at her Fire
Horse page, if you're interested.
- I was diagnosed
with Hashimoto's Syndrome in 1990. It's a type of hypothyroidism
where the thyroid can become "woody" and dense, and
it's classified as an autoimmune disorder. Realistically, it's
not a big deal -- I'll need to pop a Synthroid tablet once a day
for the rest of my life, and I need to get my thyroid levels checked
once a year, but apart from that and having to keep an eye on
my carb intake, life is as normal as it gets for me.
- I've always
been interested in medicine. For the first twenty years of my
life I planned to be a doctor, until I had an epiphany in Walgreen's
(the hair care aise, to be precise), where the heavens opened
and the angels informed me that I didn't want to be a doctor,
I wanted to be a writer. Oddly enough, after I changed my major
my science grades shot back up. I'd still like to get an EMT license
one of these days.
- My mother
was a mutant. No, seriously -- she had a mutation called the Bombay
phenotype, which meant that although her blood type expressed
as O positive, she was actually B. However, her body didn't produce
something called the H antigen, which is the precursor for the
A and B antigens -- because of this, her blood type registered
as O (which actually means a negative response for both A and
B antigens).
How do we know this? Because her AB mother married her O father
and produced four daughters -- two of them B, two of them O, which
is supposedly impossible according to genetic rules (O is always
recessive to A and B, so the children should have been A or B).
My O mother then married my O father and produced three children
-- two of them O, and my B brother (and yes, my brother is definitely
my father's son). ALso, genetically impossible unless you include
the Bombay phenotype into the equation. So it goes.
- I had something akin to a near-death experience when I was in
second grade and fell backwards down a flight of stairs. I hesitate
to to call this a near-death experience, because as far as I can
tell I didn't die or even come close to it. It was kinda cool,
though -- I just wish I knew who the guy with the curly brown
hair and long white robe was.
- I'm allergic to green peppers. We're talking technicolor yawn
here -- I can't keep them down, and the smell alone makes me nauseated
as hell.
- I love to dance. I will dance to practically anything -- rock,
house, techno, salsa, bellydancing music, Celtic, whatever. Dancing
Barbie, c'est moi.
- I'm a pretty good shot with a .22 handgun, and surprisingly
good with an M1-Garand. I found this out courtesy of my ex-boyfriend
Tom (ironic -- I grew up with guns because Dad was a cop, but
never fired one until I started dating a bartender. Go figure).
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