Sunday, March 30, 2008

march 30th is officially mexico day

We are declaring March 30th Mexico Day. Today has definitely been Mexico day--and not even on purpose. Ok, not necessarily all Mexican stuff, but it's easier than saying Mexico-Latin-American-caucasian-fusion-twist-on-what's-actually-Mexican Day, right?



First a wonderful family in our ward announced it was their last day in our ward, because they had accepted a calling in the local Spanish Branch. We will miss them, but their three daughters already speak Spanish, and it will be a great opportunity for them.

We came home from church and were SO hungry. What was on the menu? Salsamole with cheese dip (Christian's concoction of salsa, avacados, cheese, and sour cream all mushed up and mixed together--looks nasty, tastes amazing) with tortilla chips. Richard had a quesadilla.



I then somehow ended up at Rengstorff park with Brooklyn and her kids (WAY more fun than doing homework). It was so nice to hang out outside! We pretended we were latinas (I'm sure no one noticed that we were the only white girls in the entire park), chatted with the adorable little girls at the playground, munched on elote (corn on the cob on a stick and smothered in mayonaise, a powdered cheese, and hot sauce--sounds gross, tasted wonderful!), and topped it all off with a dessert of fresh mango coated in chili powder. :)



For dinner, Christian and Richard (completely unaware that the other had done the same thing) decided to make nachos for dinner.

On his way back to his room, Richard said, "March 30th. March 30th should definitely be Mexico Day."

Amen, Richard. And so it is. From this day forth, March 30th is officially Mexico Day in our household.

Can someone remind me next year?

Friday, March 28, 2008

interesting discussion

I have a question. I have had this question on my mind for quite some time, but a recent "blogger" conversation brought it to the forefront again, and I want to get everyone's opinion. Literally. If you think I'm totally off, say so.

My question has to do with the fine line (or not so fine according to some people) between sharing exciting information and bragging. I love to talk. And I love to share things. If you work with me, hang out with me, or have ever had a conversation with me, then you know all about my husband, all about "our" teenager, and all about our hermit crabs. I know--lame.

But because I'm like this, I love to share things that I'm excited about, and I want people to share the same with me. Did you accomplish something? Great! Let's hear all about it!

"My baby girl is already rolling over--way before she should!"

"I won a golf tournement!"

"I got a promotion at work!"

"I ran my fastest marathon last week!"

"I have gotten my kids to eat vegetables every day this week."

"I got an A on my test!"

"I lost 30 pounds!"

"I wear a size four now."

"My son just got the lead role in the school musical!"

"I love the fact that I can see the muscles in my arms."

"I'm lucky to have a naturally pretty face."

"I've always just been a natural at tennis. It comes easy to me."

"I love doing community service. In fact, I try to help once a week."

"We say family prayer every night."

"I run an 8-minute mile."

I know that being humble is a great asset and should be something we strive for, but does being humble mean that we have to pretend that we aren't accomplishing anything?

When someone says, "You're so thin!" can I say "Thank you" or do I have to say "No. My butt is totally growing"?

When someone says, "Great golf game!" can you say "Thanks! I've been working really hard at it" or do you have to say "I just got lucky"?

What do you think? Where's the line between being excited about accomplishing something (or just being honest about yourself or your accomplishments) and being vain?

bad memory

Having a bad memory is horrible. Horrible, horrible, horrible. In fact, it has already ruined my day and it's only 10:25am.

In my job, I pretty much do my own thing at my desk--all day, every day. I don't have many meetings, and when I do, they are never before 10am. SO when I do have a meeting or something I have to do early in the morning, I sometimes forget. It doesn't happen all the time, but when it does, I feel like an idiot.

Let's take this morning for example. We woke up late (problem #1), I remembered that my bike was still at work (problem #2), Christian seemed pretty annoyed at the idea of waiting for me so I didn't bother making him take me to the train (problem #3), so I walked to the station hoping to catch the next train (problem #4), and part way to the station, my coworker called me to see why I wasn't at work yet (worst problem of all #5).

If I had remembered I needed to be at work early, I would have made sure I got up early.

If I had remembered I needed to be at work early, I would have told Christian he had no choice but to wait a bit and take me to the train.

If I had remembered I needed to be at work early, I would have called another coworker to cover my butt so I didn't look dumb.

But I have a bad memory. So I did none of these. And now I wish it were already the weekend. :(

Wednesday, March 26, 2008

falling down

Yesterday I fell off my bike. No, I fell over on my bike. Well, technically I wasn't exactly on my bike. But we both fell over. Regardless, it was hilarious.



I want you to picture this in your mind. And then have a good laugh, because I'm still laughing.

As I was riding to my tutoring job yesterday, I stopped at a 3-way stop light. It's a long light, so sometimes I just stand there daydreaming. There was a line of cars next to me, a line of cars to our right, and a line of cars to our left. As I stood there, all my weight was on my right foot, and my left foot was still clipped into my pedal.

Note to self: Don't daydream on a bike, even if you're standing still.

Suddenly I noticed that I was starting to lean left. Uh oh. I tried to correct and lean to the right, but I couldn't. I tried frantically to unclip my left foot, but the angle just wasn't right as the bike and I leaned farther and farther to the left. All I could think was, "That's it. It's actually happening. I'm falling over." And after what seemed like an eternity of slow-motion leaning, I found myself lying on my side, still clipped into my pedal.

All I could do was laugh. I clicked my foot out, stood up, picked my bike up, and got back on. Then I had to stand there for what seemed like forever waiting for the light to change. I tried to be serious, but every time I pictured myself falling over, I started cracking up again. I'm positive all the people who saw were having a good laugh as well. I'm glad I could make their day (or week for that matter).

No more daydreaming at stoplights. No more falling over!

Monday, March 24, 2008

i want a dog!!!

I want a dog. I want a big dog. I want a Great Dane.

Someday I'll get a Great Dane from the Gentle Giants Rescue down in Southern California. (The pictures below are from their site: http://www.gentlegiantsrescue.com/.



Reasons why we can't have a Great Dane:

1. Our apartment complex doesn't allow pets. We might even be breaking the rules with hermit crabs.
2. Even if we moved to an apartment that allowed dogs, most have a weight limit of about 50 pounds. That's only half a Great Dane.
3. Even if we lived in an apartment that allowed dogs as big as Great Danes, who knows where we'll be in a couple years, and trying to move and find a place that takes another huge dog might be impossible.
4. If we ever need to manage apartments (in order to survive with these ridiculous housing prices), having a huge dog would pretty much guarantee we wouldn't find a position.
5. Neither of us are home during the day. I can't justify getting a dog and leaving it all by itself all day every day.



Well take a look at that. It all boils down to the price of housing. If the prices of houses weren't so high, I could stop working, we could buy a house, we could get a dog, and I could stay home with the dog. Ok, ok. I guess I'd have to add a baby into that equation so I could justify staying at home. But the dog would be the icing on the cake. :)

My coworker just told me that his dad has a Great Dane and that they would give it to me in a second. "No really, if you wanted him, my dad would probably give him to you." Don't tempt me. PLEASE don't tempt me.



UPDATE: Christian just called me and told me the company is moving faster than we thought. He'll be working from home starting sometime in the next couple weeks. Ok, we can now scratch problem #5 off the list. Now if we could just find a way to fix problems #1-4...

running bliss

Sometimes you have good running days. Sometimes you have bad running days. Saturday was a good running day. A very very good running day. So good that I have to write it down.

First let me clarify that the term "fast" is completely relative in running. That's why I don't mind sharing my race times. I know I'm not "fast" by the elite running world's standards, so I don't think sharing my times can be considered bragging. Some people might look at my times and think they are incredibly slow. Others might look at my times and think they are pretty fast. All that matters to me is how I am doing in comparison to me. So to give you a reference, a 2-hour half marathon for me is fast. Very fast.

So I met up with Kaylynn, Whitney, and Brook on the Los Gatos Creek trail at 7:30am on Saturday. Bright and early. They were running an 18-miler, so I jumped in a couple miles into their run. Deirdre jumped in a couple miles farther down the trail. That's one of many great things about the Los Gatos trail--there are so many places to start that people can jump on and off just about anywhere.

Everything was green. The trees all had blossoms. The ducks were hanging out at the reservoir. The weather was cool but not cold. Absolutely perfect.



I felt good. Very very good. We ran a fast pace, but I didn't even feel like I was pushing any harder than usual. Lately I've been running faster during the week--not necessarily because I have the internal motivation, but because my Nike+ system is keeping track of how many runs I do in under a 9-minute-mile average. And I just can't let my Nike+ down, now can I?

It has paid off. I ran my 12-miler on Saturday at a 9:15 pace. I normally slow WAY down at the end of long runs, but not this one. I was actually able to pick up the pace in the last couple of miles. And if it weren't for the bathroom break (darn bathroom breaks always get in the way!), I would have been on track for a 2-hour half marathon. We'll see if I can keep this up until April 12th.

Santa Cruz Half Marathon here I come!

Thursday, March 20, 2008

interesting facts #2

Interesting fact about my name. But it's really an interesting fact about my brother.

I came home from the hospital without a name. I have a birth certificate ammendment to prove it. I didn't have a name for a month. My parents just couldn't decide. They would call me a name for a little while, decide it wasn't right, and try a new one.

Allison was in the running (as well as Erin, Emily, and, um, help me out here Mom...). My brother Tyler was 5 years old at the time, and he had a crush on a girl named Allison. When my family decided to demote "Allison" to my middle name, my brother didn't give up. To him, my name was Allison. I guess he really liked this little girl.

One day when I was in college, my brother said, "Guess who I saw?" Uh, no idea. "Allison!" Keep in mind up until this point I had never heard the story about this little girl. "Allison who?" "The one you're named after--and she's still hot!"

Gotta love my brother.

bad hair day

I guess you could call it a bad hair, bad skin, bad fashion, bad attitude day.

I don't mind looking like a slob, and I don't mind looking dressed up. But I'm not a big fan of mixing the two--even though I do it all too often. Let me explain. Today is the Match Day celebrations for our medical students. They all found out this morning where they are going to spend the next 3, 4, 5 years for their residency. Literally--we hand them an envelope and it contains the program and location in the country where they will be moving in 3 months. Just slightly nerve racking.

So I woke up too late this morning to do anything with my hair. I left with it wet--never a good idea for frizzy hair. Not wanting to chance the train being late or denying bike passengers, I rode all the way to work.

I then realized that the outfit I brought wasn't the cutest. Cute skirt, cute shirt, not-so-cute white fitted sweatshirt (because I seriously lack attractive warm cover-ups), and black flats, which look great with jeans, but emphasize my massive calves when paired with a skirt. Oh! By the way! My calves are an entire inch bigger than my sister's. An entire inch! That's a big difference in circumference for a calf! Our butts are the same size, but it seems my calves could take hers any day.

Back to my frumpiness.

To make matters worse, I left my makeup in my mom's car last weekend, so I've been going make-up-less this week. Frizzy hair with cute makeup -- I'll still look good. Cute hair with no makeup -- I'll still look good. Frizzy hair AND no makeup -- not good. Not good at all.

Frizzy hair, frumpy outfit, and no make up--all paired with an adorable skirt that lets the cat out of the bag that I actually intended to look nice today. Can't wait to go to the fancy Match Dinner celebration tonight in all my frumpy glory. Bleh.

Can I go home now?

Monday, March 17, 2008

husband-tagged?

I've been husband-tagged! I had so much fun reading about my tagger's husband that I figured I couldn't pass this one up. Anyone want to know more about Christian? (As if I didn't write enough about him already...)

What is your husband's name? Christian (not Chris)

How long have you been together? Together almost 5 years, married almost 4.

How long did you date? Only one year. But he was in the same group of friends, and they all approved, so I didn't care.

Who eats more? Him. I think. But if you include all my snacking, I'm not so sure.

Who said I love you first? He did--I had just put the Wheatley girls to bed (I was their nanny) and he said I would make a wonderful mom someday. Awwww.

Who is taller? Christian. By about 4 inches. Sometimes I forget he's that much taller til we take a picture and I see us next to each other.

Who has more speeding tickets? Me. But he speeds more!!

Who is smarter? I have to go with B's answer here. Me in academia. Him in common sense. I'm pretty good in the common sense area, but sometimes he amazes me with things that I never would have thought of.

Who is more sensitive? In what way? We're both pretty sensitive and insensitive to each other. I swear we're never going to learn. Who should keep their mouth shut more often? Definitely me.

Who does the laundry? Before--him. Now that we have a washer and dryer, it's pretty even.

Who does the dishes? Everyone. We have very strict dish rules in my house. Wash them right when you use them. If someone else cooks for you, you do the dishes.

Who sleeps on the right? If you're standing at the foot of the bed, it's Christian. We actually started out on opposite sides, but we were both sleeping horribly. One day we switched and now we never want to wake up.

Who pays the bills? I track everything and pay everything. We could be $50,000 in debt and he would never know. Don't worry, babe--I'd tell you.

Who mows the lawn? Uh, who around here has a lawn?? But Christian wants a HUGE lawn someday, so it will definitely be his job. I'll garden.

Who cooks dinner? Christian. Hands down.

Who drives when you are together? Christian. I don't like driving. I'd rather talk or sleep.

Who is more stubborn? Depends on the topic. We're both pretty stubborn.

Who is the first to admit when they're wrong? Me, but only because I'm usually the one who causes the mess, so I'm usually the one apologizing.

Whose parents do you see more often? Mine, although his live closer. My family just does a lot together.

Who has more siblings? Me. I have 4 (I'm the youngest). He has 3 (He's the oldest).

Who wears the pants in the family? Both of us, but maybe more me. Only because I'm often the enforcer in my home. I'm not sure. Christian? What do you think?

Who eats more sweets? Definitely me. I'm sweet. He's salty.

Guilty pleasures? His? Shopping. He loves to go buy himself things--especially clothes. But only if he gets them at a great discount.

How did you meet? Through my group of friends in the young adult ward in Cupertino. When I came home from college he and his sister, Veronica, had joined into my group of friends. I actually thought he was dating her since they showed up to everything together. Took me a couple weeks to figure out they were just siblings. I was so relieved, because she was pretty cute.

Who asked who out first? I asked him out. Kind of. I invited Lenessa to the Hollister Rodeo, but she said (right in front of Christian), "I'm busy that day, but Christian isn't!" Slick, Lenessa. Slick.

Who kissed who first? He kissed me. On the cheek. It was really cute.

Who proposed? He did. On a cloudy day at Natural Bridges in Santa Cruz--after we fed sea snails to the sea anemones. He asked some lady to take a picture of us, so we have the entire thing in pictures.

Best Feature? Oh goodness. This is hard. Can I say his overall appearance? I just think he is so cute. And so photogenic.

Best personality trait? He loves to laugh. He even laughs in his sleep.

Pet names? That I call him? Babe. Sweetie. Lover. I think lover is my favorite.

Where do I see us in 15 years? Realizing we already did this whole teenager thing and wondering why exactly we have to do it again. :) Oh, and hopefully we'll have a house by then.

What is my favorite thing about him? He never talks bad about people. Yes, he'll call people names on the road, but he always has really good things to say about people he knows or meets. He is so polite, he sits and chats with my grandma, he's a good sport when I have people over he doesn't know, and people always really like him (except at his soccer night where he's pretty outspoken and strict). I love seeing him interact with people.

Hmmmm. I'm officially tagging anyone who wants to do this on their blog.

So you tell me, what do you like about Christian?

Sunday, March 16, 2008

birthday fun and plants galore

Happy Birthday, Mom!

Like I said before, my mom is the best. Friday was my mom's birthday, and I was lucky enough to hang out with her all day. I hope she had as much fun as I did!



The day started with the San Francisco Flower and Garden Show at the Cow Palace. If you know my mom, you know she has a beautiful garden (well, many beautiful gardens) and is the reason I love plants. If you know my sister, Ashley, you know she is a landscape designer who plants a garden wherever she lives and can tell you the name of most plants you point out. And if you know me, you know I just pretend to be like them with my little balcony garden.

Anyone else would have been bored to tears, but we walked around the Cow Palace for 3 1/2 hours. Here are some highlights:

This wonderful combination of succulents and euphorbia planted on a little ledge:


This garden was one of my favorites. Sorry the picture isn't very good. It was so simple. Olive trees and grasses with a small peaceful sitting area in the center. The sitting area was lined with a concrete bench that you can see in the second photo:





The show used a lot of succulents, california natives, and other easily sustainable plants in the gardens. This was a great pot arrangement:



Some day I'll have red bud tree:



And soon I'll get some euphorbia:



And flowering currants (Ribes):



Not to mention Helleboras:



We came home with some new little plants:



After the show we hung out with Amy, Ivan, and Diego. Lunch at Mikonos was yummy and left us quite full. Then we of course got to spend plenty of time being entertained by Diego.





Just had to take a pictures of the beautiful scenery on the way home:




To top it all off, we met up with Tyler, Ashley, Charlie, Max, Dad, Christian, Jose, and Richard for a nice dinner at Fontanas in Cupertino. Charlie kept us (and plenty of other people in the restaurant) well entertained.















Happy Birthday, Mom!

Thursday, March 13, 2008

trashy

Where's my soapbox?

I despise littering. Christian knows. When we first started dating I would get SO mad when he would litter. He doesn't anymore. At least not around me.

Here's what I often wonder when I see people litter: Who exactly are you expecting to pick that up? No really. Think about it. Who should be in charge of picking that up just because you were too lazy to carry it to a trash can?

I'm pretty passionate about this. Maybe it's because I grew up near big beautiful fields, or maybe because I participated in lots of service groups where we picked up trash, or maybe it's just because I get so annoyed when I'm running on a beautiful single-track trail surrounded by nature and I see a beer can thrown into a bush.

So to all my readers (Ha! Since there are so many of you...), I'd ask you to consider the following taken from an environmental awareness handout by the US National Parks Service as an activity for 4th graders:

Decomposition times:
Paper: 2 – 4 weeks
Orange or Banana Peel: Up to 2 years
Cigarette Butts: 1 – 5 years
Wool Socks: 1 – 5 years
Disposable Diaper: 10 – 20 years
Plastic Bag: 10 – 20 years
Leather Boot: Up to 50 years
Aluminum Can: 80 – 100 years
Plastic 6-Pack Holder: 100 years



And we're not talking about just litter on the side of the street. These things will sit in a landfill for that many years. The rate at which we dispose of these things is insanely higher than the rate at which they decompose. I, too, need to pay more attention to how much stuff I throw away.

So next time you consider throwing that plastic in the trash, put it in recycling instead. And next time you think about buying a 6-pack of soda, buy a 12-pack that comes in recycleable cardboard instead of a plastic 6-pack holder (and then recycle the cans). And next time you go to buy something, check to make sure it hasn't been wrapped in plastic 5 different ways. If so, put it back on the shelf and grab the brand that has less packaging.

And next time you think about tossing something out your car window or throwing it in a bush where no one will see it, imagine me smacking you upside the head--twice.

(Picture source: http://www.weirdasianews.com/2007/01/15/double-payout-recycling-day-in-china/)

Monday, March 10, 2008

people pleaser

I'm a people pleaser. It's true. I always have been. It's just my personality. I have a hard time saying things that will offend people.

Although I'd rather not, I'm working on my this, mainly because I think there are some things that people need to hear. Even saying that is hard for me to say. Members of my own family will even tell me that I need to stick up for myself more (mostly in response to other family members). I'm getting better at it. That's not to say I never stick up for myself. I have strong opinions on things, and I'll voice my opinion, but I also strongly believe that everyone is entitled to their opinions whether or not they line up with mine. I think that it's possible to voice my opinion without offending people, and I hope I'm somewhat successful at it.

Recently I took a personality test. It's crazy how accurate those things can be. The results confirmed to me what I already knew about myself: I worry about how other people feel and want everyone to be happy. This also means that I'm very sensitive when I find myself offended by what others have said. They say this is actually what contributes to me being overly sensitive to others' needs. I've also learned that when I do put my foot down, I often feel bad afterward, wondering how the other person is feeling and wondering if I should have put my foot down like I did.

Not to mention I'm often so accommodating that I hold it in, and hold it in, and hold it in until I explode. Not a good thing. I'm definitely working on that.

It's an interesting personality type. And I know I'm not alone in this. Some people might think it's silly, but I like being this way. I like being sensitive. I like worrying about how other people feel. I'd much rather be perceived that way than as someone who constantly offends.

So to my family, my husband, my "borrowed" teenagers, my friends... and to those whom I have offended, know that I always feel bad afterward. Even if I still know it needed to be said.

Ha! This sounds like I'm apologizing for having just done something bad. Nope. Just letting thoughts ramble out of my head. All's well in Mollyville.

Thursday, March 6, 2008

rock on, baby

Let's talk music. If you had to pick 5 artists/songs to recommend to the world today, what would they be?

These are my picks today (they may be different tomorrow)--in no particular order:

1. Si*Se - I came across this band on itunes. I really don't know much about them, but I love the album I have. Check them out.



2. Bebel Gilberto - New York-born Brazilian. Bossa Nova style. Portuguese is beautiful.



3. Hot Hot Heat - I liked this band when Christian first brought them home. But after seeing them live, I love this band. They were so good live. In fact, I don't think their recorded music does them justice now. By the time we left, I told Christian I had a crush on the lead singer. I was afraid to look up anything about him, because (1) he looked really cute from far away and I didn't want to spoil that, and (2) he looked like he was about 16 and I didn't want to confirm that. Turns out he's not so bad up close (kind of a pretty boy, but I can get over that) and he's almost 30 years old. It's a legitimate crush now.



4. Starsailor - I love his whiny voice. Whiny R&B? Can't stand. Whiny bands from the UK? Love love love them. These songs always bring back memories from Spain. I listened to them a lot when I lived there.



5. Black Eyed Peas "Pump It" - Hee. I know this totally doesn't go along with the rest, but I just can't get enough of it today. Makes me want to go dance.



Ok. Your turn. What's on your playlist today?

my ESL class

I love community ESL classes. The students come from so many different backgrounds. Some have been here a couple months, some have been here 20 years. But they all want to learn English. And they are all so genuine.

So last night was my first night teaching my Speaking/Listening class in East Palo Alto. Here's how the night went.

6:00pm

I showed up a half hour early in order to find the janitor to let me in the classroom. We're only allowed one key, and the Tuesday/Thursday teacher keeps it. So I have to depend on the janitor.

6:30pm

After a half hour of walking around the school, I finally gave up on the janitor. He just wasn't there. Not good.

6:40pm

Only 3 students had shown up. And we were standing outside in the cold with no classroom. We finally decided that we would hang out in the cold until the youth class ended at 7:00. Then we would steal their classroom.

7:00pm

Success! We took over the youth classroom. By this time we had been chatting for a half hour in Spanish, so we had already gotten to know each other. I think being able to speak the students' language (while certainly not required) can help a lot in this kind of a class. A class that's focused on speaking requires a great deal of comfort and confidence on the part of the students. Getting to know the students in Spanish first also allowed them to see that I don't speak Spanish perfectly, but that it's ok to totally mess up sentences in another language. The important thing is that you are trying. It's also hard to maintain attendance in community classes, so the more the students like the teacher and have fun in the class, the more likely they are to come back.

8:30pm

After an hour and a half of discussions on what they want to learn in the class, how accents are a part of our identity, how English actually has about 13-15 vowel sounds (in comparison to the 5 or 6 in Spanish), and lots of fun practice saying words, we parted ways. I jokingly asked if they would come back next week. They all laughed and said that of course they would! And that they would remind the rest of the Tuesday/Thursday students to come, too.

I can't wait for next week!

Wednesday, March 5, 2008

war of the vegetables

The other day I went to the gym at lunch and grabbed some healthy food on the way back to my desk. Broccoli, cherry tomatoes, tofu, kidney beans, half a hard-boiled egg, and a wheat roll. Everything was so yummy that I picked at it as I walked, and it was gone by the time I got back to my desk.



Today I went running at lunch and grabbed the same healthy food on the way back to my desk. It's all gross. I ate the egg, half the broccoli, forgot to get cherry tomatoes, and can't quite force myself to eat the tofu and kidney beans. They taste so gross today. Why is that? Why did they taste so good the other day, but not today?

This is why I have a hard time eating enough veggies. If I want them, I scarf them down. If I don't want them, I can't even force myself to choke them down.

So I ate a yogurt parfait with strawberries instead. Not quite the same, but still better than the peanut M&Ms in the vending machine, right? (Maybe I'll grab some of those later...)

Tuesday, March 4, 2008

interesting facts

I think I'll start keeping brief records about interesting little facts about my family.

Here's are some interesting fact about my mom.

My mom used to teach home economics at Los Gatos High right after she graduated from college. When I started dating Christian, I learned that his mother (10 years younger than my mom) had actually been in my mom's home economics class at Los Gatos High. Very strange coincidence. I'll try to scan some photos from his mom's yearbook.

So it turns out that my mom played a primary role in convincing the administration at Los Altos High to allow the female teachers to wear pants. Skirts were required of all female teachers. It turns out pant-suits were very stylish at the time (1969-1970), and my mom was definitely into wearing the latest styles. So she lobbied with the administration and got them to allow the women to wear pants. And she was the first female faculty/staff there to wear pants to class.

Pretty cool, huh?

Monday, March 3, 2008

bone marrow

I finally did it. I signed up to be a bone marrow donor. I'm so excited. I've been wanting to do this for a while, but whenever they had bone marrow drives around here, I've been too busy to go.

Anyone who lives in the area and has a bit of time should stop by today or tomorrow. It takes less than 10 minutes. You fill out a form and rub a couple cotton swabs in your mouth to get a sample. This will put you on the Gift of Life registry. See the flyer below.



If you want to sign up on the National Marrow Donor Program registry, you can sign up at the ASHA Spring Run in Mountain View on March 16th. It is a 5k/10k, but if you don't want to do the run, you can just go and sign up for the donor registry. I talked to the organizer and the registry is free of cost to donors, but since it will cost the Asian American Donor Program $25 to tissue type caucasian donors, it would be nice to make a donation to the organization.

Have a great Monday!