There Are No Words

Hugh Hefner is dating twins. Who appear to be identical twins. 19 year old identical twins. Whose myspace apparently said "Hollywood, here we come!"

Thanks, girls, for renewing random strangers' interest in seeing identical girl twins naked together/make out/whatever. Because fending off skeevy perverts is just *so* much fun!

Cheers,
Alison

I Saved A Life!

It took FOR.EV.ER to donate blood yesterday. I had never done it before, so I had to register with the company. Baby A donated blood the day before and so she was in the system. Lo and behold, two people living at the same household with similar names and very similar SSNs! The guy seemed all concerned that I was trying to fraud them, or make another profile with them.

Seriously, I told him her name, her SSN, her date of birth (duh), even her weight. Though, if he was that concerned I was donating twice in two days and thought I had made it all up, then I should know all of fake "Baby A"'s stats. But he was convinced Baby A and I's information was correct, and we moved on.

It also took a long time because there were no good veins in my left arm (I'm a rightie, so that was unfortunate) and because my blood pressure was too low to donate. Nothing like some serious nerves to raise that blood pressure to the point where I could give.

I got a flyer about joining the National Marrow Donor Program at the donation. And today I found this post. Abbie, the Handmade Quilt-er, whipped up a beautiful lap quilt (in a ridiculously short amount of time and free of charge) at the request of neighbors to give to another neighbor, a woman who donated marrow to a stranger with leukemia.

To celebrate this woman's selfless act, Abbie is giving away a quilt similar to the one she made for the woman (pictured above).

I love quilts, so I definitely entered. You should enter too!

I feel this is one more push from the universe for me to join the Marrow Donor Program.

Cheers,
Alison

Midterms, Exams, and Quizzes, Oh My!

When you have a body and a brain based on the exact same DNA as someone else, things tend to work the same way.

Our brains tend to make the same connections between things, reach similar conclusions, and get confused on the same topics. This is why we know sit far apart when taking an exam in the same room as each other. Because getting the same wrong answer to the same question tends to puzzle the teacher.

Our seventh grade science teacher assigned seating, and I was way up front to the right, and Baby A was in the last desk in the back on the left. No one got up during the test. We both missed one question, the same one, and marked the same wrong answer. Clearly we didn't cheat, and the teacher briefly mused on the unlikelihood of telepathy.

We sat kind of close to each other in a midterm last quarter, and got the same wrong answer to a question. (We each missed more than one for sure). Same wrong answers trigger more suspicion than same right answers (because it's right for a reason, of course). We didn't cheat, it would have been obvious to the teaching assistants and professor if I positioned myself in a way to see Baby A's test or vice versa. But since then, we have been careful to get to exams early to pick seats far away from each other, so there is no possibility of that ever being accused of happening.

I guess I haven't recovered from being accused by our second grade teacher of cheating. We sat at the same group of desks, so OBVIOUSLY those DEVIOUS, TRICKY IDENTICAL TWINS used their external hard drives (each other's brains) for help. Actually, we didn't, and I'm pretty sure I cried when the teacher said we did. Because I was that much of a sensitive two shoes. It was pretty clear to everyone else that those gosh darn goody goodies wouldn't cheat. Our classmates also totally thought the teacher was on crack. Or however a second grader would say that.

Cheers,
Alison

Oooh, Spoooky!

Sometimes, Baby A and I FREAK. PEOPLE. OUT.

People on drugs tend to be very scared when they see us. No, seriously. (This happens more than you think). They tend to go all "Whoa, dude, there's like.... two of you. Are you both... real?" YES.

Baby A and I usually don't dress alike for Halloween. Not since we were six or so.

Halloween is an excuse for many college students to part-ay. While dressing up as sexy nurses, sexy cops, sexy fairies, sexy witches, sexy angels... you get the point. Alcohol and drugs abound on this fine holiday. (I am at home, I made my friends a casserole, and I am going to snuggle in with my boyfriend for a movie. I am so. not. cool).

Imagine this: Baby A and I dressed exactly alike on Halloween. Out in public. Run into a bunch of high-as-a-kite college kids. They would be TERRIFIED. Baby A and I would laugh our butts off.

Next Halloween, for sure.

Cheers,
Alison

Her Head is Smooshed

I love my twinkie, and she loves me. But I think a liiiittle part of her hasn't forgiven me for my in-utero transgressions.

Like probably taking more of the food. I only weighed 2 oz more at birth, but she was underdone on the inside, so who knows?

Like ruining her birth moment. Uh, TOTALLY not my fault my cord came out with her. And then the doctors were all, "We gotta get Baby B outta there!!" And three minutes into her (glorious) time here on earth sans clone, I showed up on the scene, blue and not making a sound. I've been a spotlight-stealer from day one, apparently.

Like making her head a different shape. You think I'm kidding? We have different face shapes, probably from her head being my seat in the womb. No joke. I wonder if any other twins have this...

Gee. It's good for me that there's this whole "unconditional love" thing.

Cheers,
Alison

Twins at Work

I was at the grocery store, at the check-out. I looked up at my cashier and saw the one behind her as well.

TWINS! They looked very alike, which was awesome. Of course, I struck up a conversation, but I mostly think she thought I was crazy.

What can I say? I love seeing identical twins in public, because it doesn't happen very often.

Cheers,
Alison

*tap tap*

Is this thing on?

Let's start over.

Hi, my name is Alison, aka Baby B. I'm an undergraduate at a university in Northern California that I love love love. My twin goes to the same school. We share a room in an apartment, a car, two cats (I'm the "auntie"), and a brain.
I spend my free time reading the interwebs. I like crafting blogs. I like reading about food. I'm not a mom and don't plan on being one any. time. soon. But I love reading about other people's babies so much that I'm subscribed to more family blogs than I care to admit.
Before you think "Creeper!," I was one of those little girls who was super into baby dolls and playing house, babysitting was my only job for a long time, and I love babies and children so much that I want to be a registered dietitian specializing in pregnancy and infant and toddler health.
Offline, I go to school, study, and try not to screw up. Wait, I try not to screw up online too, but clearly my lack of posting since, um, EVER may indicate otherwise.

Nice to meet you.
Cheers,
Alison