In case anyone had any doubts…
March 13, 2008
In the spirit of S over at Turtle Parade, I decided to take a quiz and share the results:
The quiz: http://quiz.ivillage.com/love/tests/traceycoxsexgoddess.htm
My results:
You’re the valedictorian of Sex School! You need a few crucial characteristics to be good in bed, and you get an A+ in every area. You’re knowledgeable and you have a good understanding of how your body works. Plus, your communication skills are excellent: You have no qualms about telling your partner what you need and want. Most importantly though, you have the right attitude. You’re able to let go of inhibitions, you’re open to new ideas, you’re non-judgmental and you’re not too hung up on what you look like. You’ll try most things once, you’re playful, you take responsibility for your own pleasure and you make a lot of effort to keep your sex life healthy and active. You also accept that things do go wrong and laugh off any embarrassments; after all, people aren’t machines. My only advice to you is keep up the good work!
That’s right kids – in case you were wondering. A – take note. You married the right girl 
(OK, so it’s a little more risque than S’s sesame street character or spice quiz, but same idea, right? right?)
Research Subject, Interrupted
March 13, 2008
As few of you probably know, I’m often a subject of research for my neurologist. I’m always up for it because 1) She’s a pretty big name in her field, 2) I also do research, and I know how hard it is to find appropriate subjects sometimes, and 3)They totally pay you. So, today, I was supposed to go in for the third part of a research study on women with migraines and depression (doesn’t THAT sound like a fun group???) and I did….except that as I was walking in, my back went out. Again. Into full on spasms…where i can barely walk, and apparently have a very scary look on my face, because mothers were shielding their children from my grimace.
So I made it to the clinic, and into the room with the Doctor. He puts me on the bed, attached various laser electrodes, and then starts the machines. Five times. And they don’t work….all five times. We waste half an hour, and the shit still isn’t working. So i have to go back on a whole different day, when they can figure out how to use their equipment.
Part of me is super pissed, because hello, huge waste of time. The other part of me knows that this happens ALL the TIME when doing research – it happens to ME all the time, i just don’t affect other people. The bacteria can sit there all day and wait for me. So I understand, and I ‘m not really upset. I’m just glad I made it home without killing someone, since my legs were very slow to respond to commands from my brain. The back muscles that were spasming were apparently interfering.
I’m classy
March 13, 2008
A told me last night, as we were watching coverage of Spitzer’s downfall:
“You’d be a seven diamond girl, baby.”
That’s right, folks – I’m high class all the way.
Edited:
A wanted me to write exactly what he said:
“If you were a whore, you’d be worth seven whore diamonds.”
Just to be clear.
