5 Less Introspective things about me -

Ok, so when I wrote that other post it was probably too late at night, and i was taking myself just a bit too seriously. So here's 5 things you didn't know about me that aren't also likely to be topics of conversation on Oprah:

1) I have monkey toes. I can pick up anything I want with my feet, turn off the bathtub faucets, etc. I could even probably pick up a pen and write with it if I really wanted to.
2) My natural defense mechanism seems to be barfing. I throw up at the slightest provocation. I can't even get on an airplane without packing Bonine. The first sign of me having a cold is that I throw up. I throw up just thinking about roller coasters. However, I never get a fever. If I have an actual fever it probably means I'm near death.
3) I can wink really well. I can even walk around with one eye closed flat and the other wide open. The things you practice as a child.
4) I may be a hippie anti-gun person, but I am a very good shot with a .22 rifle. Very good.
5) I've met lots of famous people, but I was most impressed with Bill Gates. He was very normal. In fact, a little too normal. I kept looking at his hair and thinking, "The richest man in the world can't afford a $0.69 Ace comb?" He has very messy hair in person.

Other less introspective yet surprising things about me include my seeming failure to study for the approaching final exam that is motherhood. I spent my vacation reading time finishing Bones, by Douglas Ubelaker, a really fascinating collection of his observations and case studies as a forensic anthropologist. Did you know that bones burnt after they are dried will have a totally different cracking pattern than bones burnt with the flesh on? Death and its effects on the human body totally fascinate me. I was completely engrossed in this book the whole time I was in Mexico, and then I saw another pregnant woman reading by the pool. She had her "What to Expect" diary with her and another telephone-book sized tome on pregnancy and motherhood. She was actually writing in her diary. I don't think I've written in the diary since the first trimester ended. What is wrong with me? My rationalization/spin on this is that at least I won't be one of those crazy moms that makes their kids nuts fussing over them all the time. So maybe they'll have nightmares and messy hair, at least they won't feel like they're being micro-managed to death. Yep, keep telling yourself that chief...