Oh for goodness sake

I went and did it again.....




It's all gone......my hair that is. I said "Bob it my Steve! BOB IT!".....so you can't really blame hottie hairdresser for, well......bobbing it.

(SIGH)

Excuse the poses.....I've been watching Top Model.

WOW...this is unbelievable

'Three parent babies' take a step closer to reality
Scientists are a step closer to producing a controversial "three parent baby" after they successfully fertilised an egg with two biological mothers.

By Richard Alleyne, Science Correspondent
Published: 7:00AM GMT 12 Nov 2009


Researchers used eggs from young donors to repair damaged eggs of older women in order to increase their chances of fertilisation.

They have not yet used the eggs to produce babies, but they have injected them with sperm to produce an early stage embryo in the laboratory.

While the move breathes new life into "old eggs" and could also remove genetic illnesses, it is likely to provoke an ethical storm as critics believe it could lead to hybrid or genetically modified children.

"If we could transfer these constructed new embryos, I believe the success rate would be high," Atsushi Tanaka, the lead author told the New Scientist.

IVF often fails in older women because there are abnormalities in the outside of their eggs, known as cytoplasm, which surrounds the nucleus.

The team at St Mother Hospital in Kitakyushu, Japan, believe one way around the problem would be too implant the healthy nucleus - which contains most of the information to produce a baby - into the cytoplasm of a donor, usually a younger mother.

The team successfully did this in 31 eggs and of these seven formed "early stage embryos" when injected with sperm in a test tube.

Under the Human Fertilisation and Embryology Act, this kind of treatment – or any that involves genetically modifying an egg – remains illegal in Britain but the government has put in place a framework to relax the rules if and when science shows it can have positive impact on health.

In August, a team at Oregon National Primate Research Center and Oregon Health & Science University successfully bred monkeys from "fixed" eggs.

They replaced damaged Mitochondria - the power pack of cells - from an egg with those of a donor to produce the healthy offspring.

They believe it is so successful that they could begin human trials if the law allowed it.

In 2001, a furore erupted in the US when mitochondria from young eggs was injected into older women's eggs to improve their quality. Fifteen babies were born at the time using the technique, it was claimed.

A number of universities including a collaboration from Newcastle and Durham Universities claim to have created sperm in the laboratory from human stem cells.

Mad

I told people that the one thing that surprised me about Caden dying was that I never questioned it. Never got mad.

It wasn't true.

I wasn't lying. But I realized something about myself. I'm passive aggressive. And I've been mad this whole time. REALLY mad. It just hit me, and I am so angry I want to hit something. HARD.

I think I've been hitting myself the most. And that has trickled out and hurt people I love.

I'm terrified of getting close to my nephews. I'm scared to be around my family. I don't want to love that much again.

And that is where I'm at right now. It isn't the proper thing to say. I don't have any spiritual revelation to share with you. But it's real. And I'm fallen. And this is what has shot out of the sky and hit me like a rock today.

But I remember her. And I love her still. Nothing can taint that.

Flashback Part II

So when I was very very young I was a fire and brimstone preacher. I would gather the neighborhood children and tell them the were all going to hell. My mom heard me once tell Larry: "Lair-wey (I couldn't say my R's because I had a short tongue)....Lair-wey, you are going to hell". Larry ran away sobbing. He's probably a serial killer now. At least it was out of love.....I was genuinely concerned about their eternal salvation. This continued until I was about 7 I think. I must have learned that one tends to isolate oneself when you tell everyone so directly they are going to hell.

I also used to make my sister's life miserable. Poor Grace. She was so sweet with her glasses and curly hair. I would make her play doctor and she always had to be the patient. She had to drink the "medicine" I gave her or she would die. The "medicine" usually consisted of hot sauce, pepper, and whatever else smelled really spicy. She never got to be doctor.

One time Andy was chasing me around the house and I grabbed a knife. I had no intention of doing anything with it....we were laughing. But all the sudden he got really serious and told on me. Next thing I knew I was writing 100 times "I will not pull a knife on Andy". What a downer to a fun game.

I also ruled the playground at school. Ryan loved me and gave me junk food all the time. I still shunned him and did not let him participate in whatever game I had deemed we were playing. He curled up once in a ball and started sobbing. I was asked for an explanation as to why I had made this young boy cry. I replied he was a sissy and I hadn't done anything.

As you can tell, I was a dear sweet child. Perhaps there is some insight here to my near obsession with Nelly Oleson?? Hahaha!!

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Flashback Part 1

You know I had a huge flashback of memories this morning from when I was around 11 and 12. I usually try to bury this time in my life because I was a hot mess. I think it was triggered by the stress of turning flirty and God was like “why don’t we travel back in time…..flirty is not so bad!” Yes, God said flirty. I was just as shocked as I’m sure you are now.

You know I used to have to walk to school? Seriously, it’s weird to think about now. And I got myself ready and left by myself because everyone in the family had already left. I would ALWAYS have Alvin and the Chipmunks on, and as soon as I heard the theme song at the end that was my cue to get out the door (for those of you that know me well, a clock and I do not mesh well). I think it was a mile to school (no hills : ) ). And if I got to school a second after eight a.m. the doors would lock the late kids out. I remember everyday I would have to walk past this gang called the ‘hell raisers’. They were pretty scary….the girls had really long hair cut into mullets with stripes shaved into the side of their heads. And they all wore black leather jackets that had some sort of emblem on the back. I always got past them as fast as I could.

I was a strange child. I remember wanting to be an archaeologist and I would dig around in our backyard which apparently had been a trash heap long ago. I found things like bones and glass chine doll heads. I always thought the bones were from a murdered person and thought the authorities should be alerted, but mom and dad said no. How weird is that? I would ride my bike everyday in the summer to the library or Benjamin Franklin or the Meat Market. Sounds like something from Andy Griffith. I must have been a pretty responsible kid, or times were just a little different back then. I would check out three books from the library every summer day and then go home, lay on the couch, read them all and go back the next day and check out three more books. I was never a good student, but I did ok in school because I read so much.

I was not cool at all. I remember my mom had told the hair stylist to cut my hair like Dorothy Hamill. HOT MESS people. HOT. And I didn’t have the brand new clothes the other kids did. But I didn’t care.

I had the piano mastered (or very close to it) by the time I was in 7th grade. This was out of pure fear because my piano teacher was a tyrant and would scream and yell at me during the lesson and pound on the keyboard when I didn’t play correctly. Mom and Grace would sit out in the hallway and quiver in fear. It took me until my mid-twenties to actually enjoy playing the piano. Now I’m thankful…..but back then it was like a death sentence.

When my mom had “the talk” with me I was horrified. I had NO CLUE about the birds and the bees. I only remember being frozen as she pointed out things in the medical encyclopedia then getting up and walking out and not speaking for a long time. A few years ago I found out that this is not what I did. Mom said that I laughed and laughed, fell on the floor, then rolled out of the room laughing…..forever traumatizing her. HAHAHA!!! How bizarre is that. Like I said…..very strange child.

I also was in constant fear of going to hell. I think this was because every summer at Baptist camp they would gather the children in the meeting house and this red faced man would tell us we were going to face fire and brimstone, and you may only have seconds to make your decision because the Lord is coming back in the blink of an eye. Well, I was saved at six, but when you have fire and brimstone in your face and sobbing children all around you doubts come into your head. Then we were told to not speak after these services and to ponder what had been said and be silent until the next morning. I would stay up all night sometimes and tell God the Bible from beginning to end ( as much as I knew it ) to prove to Him that I did believe and not send me to hell in the blink of and eye. I’m OCD now. HA!

Anyway….that’s what I was thinking about this morning. I usually don’t think about things that long ago. But it came flooding in this morning and kind of humored me. I think flirty maybe won’t be so bad after all because I’m not nearly as weird ( I don’t want to hear it Cari, I’m NOT).