DNA Day!

Hey everybody,

VERY cool news.  My husband just got this email from our friend James (who is a fountain of knowledge) and IT IS DNA DAY!

And EVEN better… James sent a link to a site and for today only, to celebrate DNA day, you can get your whole genetic profiling done for only $99!  Apparently to get this done it normally cost $800!  And here’s the even greater thing, if I’d known I could get my DNA done for $800, I probably would have splurged on it, because I’m really, really curious what I’m made up of.

Anyway, if any of you are curious too, here’s the link!  But you gotta do it today or you don’t get the great deal.

Don’s not quite as enthused as me.  He got the email and told me about it, sort of shaking his head, like funny-little-James-and-his-weird-schemes.  He was really surprised when I started jumping up and down squealing “Do it!  Do it!  I’m so excited!“

“Uh…okay,“ he said, and promptly went upstairs, like the good well-behaved zombie husband he is, to get the job done!  I’m so lucky.

He came into the kitchen where I was mixing up a marinade for the salmon (minced fresh garlic, onions, a little ginger, olive oil, soy sauce, a dab of honey, celery salt, and a little bit of lemon pepper and regular pepper.  I’ll let you know if it tastes good.) 

“I did it,“ he said, sniffing at the air like a hungry dog.  “What are you making?“

“Salmon,“ I replied.

“I wasn’t going to do it,“ he said.  “I just told you about it cause I thought it was funny.“

“You weren’t going to do it?  Are you nuts?!  Why wouldn’t you do it?  Aren’t you curious?“

“No.“ He plucked a chocolate chip cookie off it’s cooling rack. 

“No?“ I shrieked.  “No!  How could you not be curious?  Don’t you want to know what your made up of?  Your blood lines?  I can hardly wait to find out.  All these years, getting so many different stories, we have Native Indian, we don’t. “ It’s Mohawk.“  “No, it’s Ojibwa.“  “No, where did you get that idea, it’s Cherokee.“  And do we have Irish from my grandfather’s side, or was that a romantic tale to make us feel more acceptable?  And I wonder if it will be able to tell me what kind of Chinese I am?  I didn’t know my dad’s side of the family much so I don’t know any of that stuff and I want to know.  I really want to know!  Do they do that?  Does DNA find out that stuff?“

“Yeah,“ Don said looking uncomfortable.  “But you find out bad things too.  Like health things that you might catch.“  Don’s a bit of a worrywart.

“Oh posh!“ I snorted (actually, I didn’t, but I thought it)  “That doesn’t worry me at all.  Just excited to know what I actually am.  And besides, if your health thing comes back and you find out that you have a propensity for something, then hey, isn’t that great!  Then you know what you need to do to help prevent it.“

Anyway, it’s very exciting.  I can hardly wait until that package comes in the mail and I spit on the whatever, and start the whole process. 

Yay, DNA Day!

Posted by Meg Tilly on Friday, April 23, 2010 in Chewing the Fat