Tagged

Thanks Maggie - So I was "tagged" for 7 things about me... which took me a while to think of... here goes:

1. I was a cheerleader all through high school and some of college. I started cheering at the YMCA when I was in 2nd grade: really cool red and white jumper and knee socks - I wish i had a picture for that one! - and no front teeth. It was great. For some reason though, I don't remember ever actually watching the game.

2. SPeaking of cheering: In 8th grade my math teacher (a hero of mine) introduced me to the movie "Rudy" and I thought from that time that I would go to Notre Dame to cheer. Well... I only made it to Millsaps, but I still root for the Fighting Irish in football season.

3. I'm a really slow driver. I've never gotten a ticket in the 10+ yrs of driving. I've only been in one wreck when a 40+yr old lady - who wanted to dress like she was 16 slammed on her breaks on Lakeland and the front two screws on my front liscense plate barely touched her car - she swore she had whiplash, but insurance was never filed :)

4. I took a belly dancing class once - never used it, but it was kinda fun and a little bit of an ego boost to be in a room of dancing 60 YO women in spandex.

5. I run for my heart (and my family, and my dog, and swimsuit season among other things). Early heart attacks are no good.

6. I have played the piano since I was in 2nd grade and minored in music in college. I tried the cello for a summer before medical school, but ran out of time.

7. Anthony and I met while volunteering at the Jackson Free Clinic. Then he came up to my lab to see me and I managed to stumble through all of my words. He asked me to coffee - like a good Presbyterian boy. I couldn't go because I had some family obligations that in retrospect did sound far fetched, and he thought I was trying to say no. Thankfully - he pursued me!

I tag Adelle J., Elise T., and Jeanann S.

pet peeve

So ... despite the fact that these people mean well, I've successfully developed a pet peeve (see cartoon -->). After explaining [because they ask, mind you] what I'm doing and what I'm in school for, and exactly how long it will take me, and what I'm planning to do with all of this learning, they sigh exasperated and ask "Why?" I really thought that telling them what I wanted to do, that would be enough; and we could move on to another conversation topic. I suppose I really don't have a good why and this maybe is the real reason for the newly formed pet peeve. It's not for the money or for the status, I really do like research and I do like people (even more than mice, so i've discovered) and I would like to help people and try to make thier lives easier. In the undeertones of the "Why" is 'your husband is a physician, why don't you just stay home and raise your family?' They do not of course say this, nor am I sure that this is what they mean, I'm probably over reacting and being overly sensitive about the whole subject, because I feel like I do have to defend why I'm doing what I'm doing. I am sure that I would make a terrible house wife - Anthony would be pulling his hair out if all I had to do was stay home all day! We would both go nuts curtosy of my OCD. Ok - that's my rant for the day. Thanks :)