Polympics, the Polymer of sports!

I am a Biochemistry major.  I have a love of DNA that is massive!  I also have the propensity to be able to misspell the simplest word but be able to spell some of the most complex words correctly, such as amygdala.  It's how I roll.  It could be because I am left-handed, or because I march to the beat of my red vuvuzela, but regardless it is a little know fact about me =) 

That and I like to add smiley faces to things!

So I mentioned in my first post that the documentation of our spelling misfortunes began circa June 2008.  The summer of 2008 was one of great discovery, great change, and the great summer Olympics, headed by Michael Phelps and his 8 gold medals.  It also marked the beginning of Allie and my fantasy sports journey (she failed to mention that I won in the baseball league last year, beating her in the finals, just thought I would put it out there ;))

For those unfamiliar with the events that lead up to Michael Phelps ultimare success~ in the Olympics, let me fill you in on another little known fact about me.  The French irritate me.  Now don't take it the wrong way, I am not racist against them and I don't openly dislike all French people, I am just saying that the nation of France has a way with irritating American people, but we do love lady liberty.  This is what I am talking about.  Before the swimming events the French team said they were going to "smash" the Americans.  Ummm...did they miss 1940s history class?  You don't poke a sleeping bear, we will crush you!!!  And, we did!

Well what does me being a Biochem major and the Olympics have in common?  Biochem majors study cellular processes, especially proteins which are part of a class of molecules called polymers.  Notice how POLYMER and OLYMPICS look similar, I think you know where I am going with this one...

Throughout the whole Olympics, I would type Polympics, it was like the sports loving part of my brain and the science loving part of my brain where fighting like a really bad couple, you know the ones who you ask yourself "Why are they together?!", but eventually ended up on a compromise.  I would do this so subconsciously that I believe that I had convinced myself this was the correct way to spell it.  Kinda like how you type a word so much it doesn't look right, well the opposite of that feeling.

And now I leave you with a beautiful photograph of none other than DNA: