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Well, hi Nancy. How about that? I'm an incurable tomboy too. I was the child who followed my Dad and Grandad around all day bugging them with a milion questions about whatever it was they were doing. I learned how to do boy stuff. Carpentry, plowing, planting etc. I played with my brothers instead of my sisters. I could outrun, outclimb and outspit them all. Guess that's why I never have been much good with the Martha Stewart stuff.

That's me! I was actually one of those Presidential Fitness kids in high school. Living on a big hill in Vermont and having to walk 1.5 miles to and from school, plus a long paper route on the hill, will do it for you.

I loved to fish too. And I loved pure math (went on to do it at Harvard, which greatly disturbed my dad, who basically is a little old-fashioned when it comes to women); I think I first started liking math only because it was a boy thing back then!! LOL.

But I *know* I started to love to fish because on vacations my dad wanted to fish just with his sons. So I practiced with the neighborhood kids and got good at it. I polished the most important fishing skill: luck. Even to this day, if I go deep sea fishing (which I rarely do, but whenever I do:) I catch a lot of fish. And that's totally luck.

But do you agree it's weird to grow up as a tomboy with the first name "Nancy"? I'm sure we all have more important things to think about, but it always felt a little incongruous to me . . . .

Carpentry! See, I've never learned that but I have always really want to. I have many cousins in Vermont who are very good carpenters. I swear that my retirement will be all about carpentry.

I can use a chain saw and chop wood. Does that count?