I’m doing the 15 Day Getting To Know the Blogger Challenge through A Little Unhinged. Today I’m talking all about my family!
8) Tell us a bit about your family.
I come from a military family of four: a Dad, a Mom, myself, and my younger sister. My Dad is where I got my red hair. My wild sense of humor is a lovely combination of my parent’s personalities. My Mom is the second youngest of six kids, and several of her siblings had multiple children. We moved around a lot due to being military, but when we came home we had a LOT of family to see. When we moved back to my parent’s hometown after my Dad’s retirement, I went from having no relatives around to being related to half the town.
In high school, when my sister or I met a guy we thought was cute, there was always the standard format we had to follow-make sure that we were not related to the boy in any way. There was a chance that we would be. Or if not, the joke was that Mom probably dated his dad in high school.
I went to school as far away as I possibly could when I went away to college. Eventually I came back. A few years later I met my husband. At a bar (I know, you’re not supposed to meet people there, but I did). After I did the check to find out we weren’t related, we started hanging out. Eventually he proposed to me on a playground. I said yes.
My husband is an Evil Genius. He’s very smart in a math and science geek sort of way. His brain never stops working. He spends a lot of time trying to come up with cool stuff for work. Sometimes it even spills over to home and we get cool stuff, which is extra fun. Take our secret passage. I’m fascinated by the old homes with secret passages all through them. He combined this with the fact that we needed pantry space in our kitchen. Therefore we have a set of shelves on wheels that is hinged to the wall in the kitchen, hiding the basement doorway. Pull back on the shelf and presto! Basement entryway. There was also supposed to be a slide going down the basement stairs for when the tornado sirens go off, but that didn’t happen, and that’s a story for another time. (For more on my terrible fear of tornadoes, keep following the challenge posts…) He recently did the ultimate Evil Genius thing-he went back to school to finish his degree and somehow stayed sane. He graduated this past December, and now works as a mechanical engineer. It’s pretty cool, but he’s very tired. What’s it like to live with an Evil Genius? Living With An Evil Genius (Or Two).
I talk a lot about my kids. They’re at that age where they are still very cute, and say many funny things. My son will be eight in January. We call him the Professor because in some ways he is like a miniature adult. Think Sheldon Cooper minus the germ phobia, then you have a good idea of what my son is like. He is ADD. Someday he may thank me for that. Nah, probably not. I must admit I don’t write as many posts about him. It’s not that I don’t love him, the other one just provides WAY more blog fodder than he does. The ADD leading the ADD: Is There Hope for the Future? My daughter, Princess Whatever We Are Calling Her That Day is four, and some days seems like a little tyrant. Other days she is more like an angel with horns holding up her halo. She loves her Mommy. She loves me so much she doesn’t want to share me. She’s very annoyed at the fact that I have this blog, because when I’m on here I’m not cuddling with her. My best Princess Tantrum post to date- A Zamboni Shall Lead Them: When Art Takes Over. One I just love that involves both kids-When Art Meets Engineering.
I could go on and on and on about my family, but that would get very long. I hope you’ll stick around and read more about them in the rest of my blog! 😉