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The Truth :-)

February 27, 2008

Rachel wins – 2 & 5 are the Truths!

1. My first pet was a boa constrictor.
Lie – I always wanted one, though. I think they are beautiful; they are not venomous, and you only have to feed them once a week.

2. As a young adult, I used to regularly drive a motorcycle (Honda XL 125) across a river (during dry season).
True! – One of my proudest accomplishments šŸ™‚ This was actually in Bolivia during my volunteer days.

3. We briefly had a monkey as a pet, until it was killed by army ants.
Lie – or, rather, half-true: we did have a pet monkey, but it died of a cold/flu/respiratory illness. We used to feed it fruit, grasshoppers, and cockroaches. A family I babysat for had a monkey as a pet, too, and while I was babysitting army ants came through the yard and so we had to bring the monkey indoors so the ants wouldn’t kill it. They are pretty voracious.

4. One time my sister was swimming in the lake near our house and a piranha bit off part of her little toe. The next day, a boy we went to school with was fishing and caught a piranha. When he gutted it, he found the missing piece of her toe inside!
Lie – or, again, half-true: this happened not to my sister, but to a girl who went to our school some years before we did. And the boy who caught the fish was her brother.

5. As kids, we always went barefoot everywhere, including to school and to church. I even learned to drive a motorcycle barefoot.

100% true.

6. I learned to speak Quechua before either Spanish or English.

Lie – I learned Spanish and English simultaneously, although my first words were mostly in Spanish. I grew up hearing Quechua spoken all around me, but my playmates all spoke either Spanish or English, so I didn’t learn Quechua until I studied it as an adult. Then it came quite easily to me.

7. One time in the 1990s when shopping with a group of friends in town, gunfire opened up on the street (terrorist-related activity) and we had to hide in the back of a truck until it died down.

Lie – but it did happen to some of my friends.

8. For several years when I was in elementary school, my mom cooked all our meals over an open fire. Yep, just like you see on “Survivor.”

Lie – but our neighbors (in one place we lived) did. We had a two-burner camp stove.

6 lies and 2 truths

February 21, 2008

I grew up in the jungles of Peru, so have fun sorting out lies from truths!

1. My first pet was a boa constrictor.

2. As a young adult, I used to regularly drive a motorcycle (Honda XL 125) across a river (during dry season).

3. We briefly had a monkey as a pet, until it was killed by army ants.

4. One time my sister was swimming in the lake near our house and a piranha bit off part of her little toe. The next day, a boy we went to school with was fishing and caught a piranha. When he gutted it, he found the missing piece of her toe inside!

5. As kids, we always went barefoot everywhere, including to school and to church. I even learned to drive a motorcycle barefoot.

6. I learned to speak Quechua before either Spanish or English.

7. One time in the 1990s when shopping with a group of friends in town, gunfire opened up on the street (terrorist-related activity) and we had to hide in the back of a truck until it died down.

8. For several years when I was in elementary school, my mom cooked all our meals over an open fire. Yep, just like you see on “Survivor.”

He he he.

Kinda fun

December 5, 2007

Yep, sounds like me

I guess I use a lot of euphemisms!

June 26, 2007

Online Dating

Elizabeth Needs…

June 20, 2007

(so it’s that game where you google [your name] needs, and see what comes up)
…to stick around, and be featured a little bit more
…to blog more often because she is smart and funny and knows a lot (I am not making this up!!)
…protection (maybe, but not THAT kind!)
…to be used (huh?)
…to get naked in a film real soon (awesome…)
…a nuk (what’s that?)
…the Fashion Police! (yep, yep – hence #5)
…to be loved (who doesn’t?)
…a Brewski
…to be able to express her feelings to someone she trusts. So many issues can be involved: she may feel guilt if there was sex, …

Belated meme

June 4, 2007

8 random things about myself:

1) I have a very mixed heritage: my grandfather immigrated to Peru from Japan in 1925 at age 11. When he grew up, he married a local girl and they had 8 kids. My mom was #4. When she was in her 20s, she met my dad who had just gone to Peru as a missionary from the US. He’s straight-up Anglo with a genealogy going back to the Mayflower. My sister and I grew up mostly in Peru.

2) My early childhood memories involve playing with Quechua children in rural villages in Peru. When I was 7, I learned how to weave a belt on a back-strap loom.

3) I placed 6th in a regional (Western NY) spelling bee at age 10.

4) My senior year in high school I was both valedictorian and student council president. It helped that there were only 20 kids in grades 9-12.

5) As an undergrad, I and two friends started a Medieval Club at our midwestern school. The highlight of the year was a hand-kissing contest that I helped judge.

6) After graduating, I spent four years as a community development volunteer in rural Bolivia, which is where I met my husband!

7) During that time, I had a motorcycle accident in which I fractured my left tibia. But I didn’t think it was broken, so I hobbled around on it for five days before getting an x-ray and, subsequently a cast. It was while laid up for six weeks that I learned how to knit.

8) One time, between jobs, I spent 7 months or so writing a novel that I’ve never showed to anyone.

I tag anyone reading this who hasn’t done it yet!!!

Tagged!

May 12, 2007

Sara S-P tagged me to write a poem (I feel so honored)!

I am sunburned
from walking Inca trails
Full, from eating Andean potatoes.
I am in my mother country,
my motherĀ“s motherĀ“s country,
my motherĀ“s motherĀ“s motherĀ“s country.
I am at the end of the line.

I see the rails curve around the mountain,
Empty train tracks veering out of sight.

Tiny Quechua children
watch me watching them.
Dark eyes under hat brims,
over sunburned cheeks.

Shuffle (I Kinda Cheated)

April 16, 2007

So, the iPod shuffle game: I kind of cheated by making an IF playlist of all the songs in my library that even remotely connected to my IF journey (from “Alcohol” by Bare Naked Ladies, for all those cd1s, to R.E.M’s “Losing My Religion”). It’s 56 songs. So here we go:

1. The song for the you that existed before you ever thought about your fertility:
“Anxiety” – Black Eyed Peas.
“I’m in a fast car, driving in the fast lane… Lord please, please, please, take away my anxiety”
I wasn’t anxious about my fertility; I was more anxious about the risks involved in becoming a parent. Especially, what if I turned out to be a really, really bad one?

2. Would you really want to go back and be that person again?
“Your Face” – Louise Taylor
“I keep looking for your face, in the morning/it’s that time of year again/when you should appear/with apples red and clear”
I put this song on the playlist thinking more of the face of my hoped-for, nonexistant child. I don’t really feel like a different person, actually, on balance.

3. The song for when you first started fertility treatments:
“I Am a Man of Constant Sorrow” – O Brother soundtrack
“It’s fare thee well, my own true lover, I never expect to see you again…perhaps I’ll die upon this train…but there is one promise that is given, I’ll meet you on God’s golden shore.”
For me, the HSG was the Rubicon – the marker of moving from “maybe” to “no.” Even though it came back clean and clear, just having to go to a hospital for the first time suddenly shunted me into the world of medical intervention. It was when I realized that seeing a midwife, eating whole foods, and reading about natural birth wasn’t going to be my lot.
It was the death of my hope and innocence about IF.

4. What did infertility do to your sex life?
“Bring Me to Life” – Evanescence
“now that I know what Iā€™m without/you can’t just leave me/breathe into me and make me real/bring me to life…save me from the nothing I’ve become”
Oddly, except for the occasional TOTAL FIASCO, our sex life has only gotten better over the past two years. Although some of that is because of the commuting; it definitely sharpens desire.

5. What about superstitions and fertility rituals?
“Unable” – Jason Harrod & Brian Funck
“Nothing is random, nor will there ever be/all rivers run full into the sea/all those that break apart/brought together, can’t you see…/Unable ’cause we’re blinded/by this mystery”
Hm… actually I don’t believe that “everything happens for a reason,” I think most things are relatively random. But I have started to meditate for fertility, and I did a little rite of spring thing on March 20 (burned sticks under a sickle moon, made a libation of wine, laughed at myself, and still hoped it would work. It didn’t.)

6. How about “alternative” treatments, from cough syrup and pineapple to accupuncture and ‘body workers’? “
“Are You Out There” – Dar Williams
“Perhaps I am a miscreation, no one knows the truth, there is no future here…and what’s the future, who will choose it?”
I guess I’m willing to give it all a try, but tend to think those things are a little “out there.”

7. How do you feel about coming out of the IF closet?
“Sweet Sadness” – Gabin
[it’s in Portuguese, so I have no idea what the lyrics say]
I “came out” to one more person this past week, but generally am very closeted.

8. Your song for other people’s baby showers:
“With or Without You” – U2
“Sleight of hand and twist of fate/On a bed of nails she makes me wait/And I wait without you … Through the storm we reach the shore/And I’m waiting for you/With or without you/With or without you/I can’t live/With or without you.”
I’ve actually only had to go to one since starting TTC. It wasn’t that bad, because it hadn’t been a full year yet. But this song does reflect how I feel about my pg friends or friends who are moms; I can’t live without them, but sometimes it’s really hard to be around them.

9. What about our scary friend hope?
“Fumbling Towards Ecstasy” – Sarah McLachlan
“All my fears have left me now, I’m not frightened anymore…and if I shed a tear I won’t cage it, I won’t fear love/and if I feel a rage I won’t deny it, I won’t fear love/Peace, in the struggle to find peace/Comfort, on the way to comfort.”

10. And lastly, the theme song of your fertility journey:
“Waiting Room” – No Doubt
“I sign in my name/I guess I have to wait a while/I’m gonna play this game/…/Humiliation/I’m in the waiting room …/I’m all alone in the waiting room /When you’re buried in solitude/It can get real thick/Desire is your only food/It can get you sick/… WILL YOU CALL ME WHEN IT’S MY TURN?”