Can we inherit memories?

"Nature shows us only the tail of the lion. But I do not doubt that the lion belongs to it even though he cannot at once reveal himself because of his enormous size"
- Albert Einstein


Deja vu? Past lives? Collective Unconscious? Whatever it's called, is it real? I'm a skeptic, but even I have experienced the deja vu thing. So, Dr. Mehmet Oz mentions on TV that maybe memories are stored in our DNA. What?? DNA? But if you think about it, why not? There is a big percentage of DNA whose functions haven't been identified. If they store other information, like hair color and height from our parents, why not memories? Events they have experienced that are stored in their brain. They then pass those memories on to us, and at some point we access those memories, feeling like we've actually experienced them. I'm not a doctor or scientist, but it seems possible to me.
Dr.Oz also mentions something about 11 dimensions, 3 of which we live in (3D). Funny thing, because just this past week, Todd and I are discussing paranormal events, like ghost encounters and we're total skeptics, so we don't tend to believe in those things. But, I had heard about the theory of these beings not really haunting us, but that sometimes maybe a "curtain" is pulled back and when we think a "ghost" is visiting us, maybe it's that we are getting a glimpse of another dimension. And lo and behold, a few days later, there's Dr.Oz talking about the same darn thing! That dimensions are like "shower curtains" he says, and when they are pulled back, we sometimes get a glimpse into these dimensions. He's referring to past-life regressions, which this show was about. You could tell he was skeptical about it and was explaining that maybe it wasn't necessarily past-lives but seeing into other dimensions, or tapping into the collective unconscious.
This stuff makes my head hurt a little...

12 years! Todd and I have been married 12 years today! It seems like just yesterday and an eternity ago all at the same time. Sometimes I still think I'm just a kid and how crazy is it that I have a husband and 3 kids? And laundry and dishes and grocery shopping and dirty diapers and ...
I mean, we met as security guards at Six Flags one summer, for goodness sake!! What business do we have raising other human beings?! But we are, three times over, and it's a crazy life! This is also the anniversary of our very first date! June 15, 1994. Todd will tell you that he asked me out, but I'm the one who suggested we go see a Ranger game. Which by the way, got rained out and we ended up at Cheddar's instead. And here we are, 14 years later!

JOGA BONITO!

I've spent the last several days engrossed in the UEFA Euro 2008 Championship. Match after match and I can't get enough! Oh, the acting that goes on- they outta give out Oscars to these European players. The flops are worse than anything the NBA will give you. But these guys can play. It's just awesome. My boys have been watching with me and we've decided our favorite player is Cristiano Ronaldo of Portugal. But, then again, he's everybody's favorite. Portugal just routed Czech Republic, 3-1. Switzerland and Turkey just kicked off and it's pouring rain. Games are on everyday for a few weeks, so I am in soccer heaven. Gooooooooooaaaaaal!

I Heart Apple

I think I'm addicted. Really, truly, powerfully addicted. To technology. I hate to admit it, but it's there and it's bad. It all benignly started with my first cell phone back in 1994. I got it, well, for no reason really, except it was there and it was FREE. Kinda. With a 2 year contract. Which turned into 14 years. And tomorrow, IT comes out. The 2nd generation iPhone. I WANT ONE. I've always wanted one. Up to this point, I've stuck with the free phones. Except for my razr. Anyway, then about a year ago, we got the wireless internet thing. And that got me good. Now, I can be ANYWHERE in my house and check my e-mail. Or CNN. And Webkinz. But what really hooked me was Kodak Gallery. Most of you who know me know about my shameful addiction to sharing my life through pictures. Because you get them just about every, what, hour and a half? Again, I apologize. But, it's a disease, addiction. Right? But it's so much fun. So, now I've found blogging. Let me apologize in advance. But with this one, it's up to you to visit it. So it's not my fault. I won't even get into the MySpace thing- or Twitter. Or my iPod. See? It's bad.