January Secret Subject Swap: Like Mother, Like Daughter, Except When We’re Not

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Welcome to Round Two of the January Secret Subject Swap. 17 brave bloggers picked a secret subject for someone else and were assigned a secret subject to interpret in their own style. Today we are all simultaneously divulging our topics and submitting our posts.  At the end of the post is the list of ALL the people who participated this month!

This is my second time participating!  Here is my prompt, submitted by Denise at Go Cheap or Go Home:  I knew I had turned into my mother when…

But she is my real mom. And I bet she likes this just as much as I do.

She IS my real mom, and I bet she loves this just as much as I do.  This is one of my favorite pictures!

Well, I haven’t actually had that exact moment yet where I thought I was turning into my Mom.  There are lots of ways that we are similar, and ways that I wish I could be more like her!  I will now attempt to list some of these things-keep in mind my mind is a bit fuzzy from what they say is bronchitis, but I’m beginning to think there is some sort of brain eating virus accompanying it.

Ways I Wish I Was More Like My Mom:

My Mom is a pretty crafty person-to have her craft skills would be awesome!  I’m good at scrapbooking, but have never been much at the other stuff.  Remember, you all saw my cakes.

We've had kitty ribbon shredders, why have I never thought of this?

Eureka!  Forget those fancy edge trimmers, I have a cat!

She’s also great at being thrifty. I used to be.  Now that I have no control over my money situation not so much.  I’m keeping my fingers crossed for financial security…  When I was a kid she would do little things like do rebates or work part-time here and there so that we had money for little things like music lessons.  When my son was little I still was able to do those things, but since then all of the various ways I managed to bring in extra money have gone the way of the dinosaur.  All but one of the places I have picked up extra CPR classes have shut down or quit offering services, people were not interested in sending their kids to my preschool music classes, and I can’t even hired for ONE job these days let alone an extra job for cash.  I’m hoping I can start bringing in something with my writing here soon.  That would be swell!

This was too funny not to share!

This was too funny not to share!

My Mom had to go it alone often when my sister and I were little. My Dad was often out at “sea”, what they call it when Navy guys go out on their tour of duty.  Often he was gone for months at a time.  Not only that, we moved a lot!  She made sure we had a fun time wherever we lived.  I don’t think I am nearly as good or as patient a parent as she was with us when we were kids.  I’m hoping I get better as time goes on.

moms that do everything

I’ll include my address if anyone wants to come over and take me up on this.

She’s really good about remembering those all important things like birthdays and anniversaries.  She always remembers and I always look forward to getting a nice card in the mail for special occasions.  I now have calendars with reminders on both my computer AND my phone, and I STILL forget.  I guess I do remember them, just never in time to get something into the mail.  I suppose if the calendars were to slap me across the face with the card and then push me out the door to the post office with it in my hand, they might be more useful!  For the record, I do remember the things in the house I live in.  Beyond my little ADD world, forget it…

The Ways That I See That We Are Alike:

There’s definitely the sense of humor.  The weird sense of humor that I have runs in the family.  A little morbid and maybe a little bit different than what other people might consider funny.  But when we get together we all just get each other.

Because I too am strange and unusual.

Because I too am strange and unusual.

Growing up, movies were something that we watched together as a family on a regular basis.  Therefore we can quote most of the same movies and tv shows. We quote so many movies and shows on a daily basis at our house that awhile back I even wrote about it. My Mom and I have a lot of the same movies on our favorites list.  I’ve branched out a little since I’ve married my husband, but the old stand-bys are still the best!

I bet you can name that movie...

I bet you can name that movie… one of our very favorites.

We have this thing that we call the recessive gene.  No it’s not a disease or a birth defect.  It’s this thing that happens to some members of our family.  You can be anywhere, anytime, and hear someone say something or even just see something and you automatically break into song.  I can’t control myself any time anyone says anything that remotely resembles a line from a song.  And neither can she.  For example, if someone says the word “so” or “sew” or “sow”-I have to go there. I have to follow up with singing “… a needle pulling thread”.  Sad…but true…

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We both enjoy working with kids, because kids are funny (though oftentimes it’s the adults that suck).  She was a second grade teacher for years, and now is a school librarian-both at the same school I started out teaching at.  I taught preschool for a long time.  Neither of us went insane doing it.  Seriously though, much like me she hasn’t decided what she wants to be when she grows up either.

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We like punctuation. If you’d like, I can even sing you the song from the original “Electric Company”.

There’s a few other things too:  One in particular is the annual tradition of the lost gift.  Every year Mom misplaces a gift for someone.  This is due to the fact that she starts her shopping early and spreads it out.  Guess what, I’ve done the same thing a few times, just in a different way.  I have bought things for people and totally forgotten them until I accidentally happen upon them.  (The thing, not the person.)  And it has recently come to light that this was passed down from her mother to her, and now to me.  I just had to change it up a bit.

Perhaps as I get older I’ll be more like my mom in the ways that I want to be.  Like when I grow up?  Oh I forgot, I refuse to grow up, just get old.

The '70s are a long way down there anymore...

The ’70s are a long way down there anymore…

Here are links to all the sites now featuring Secret Subject Swap posts.  Sit back, grab a cup, and check them all out. See you there:

http://www.BakingInATornado.com                     

http://menopausalmother.blogspot.com/

http://lifeonthesonnyside.blogspot.com/

http://suburbiainterrupted.com/                             

http://www.bigaandlittlea.com                       

http://ibddaddyandme.blogspot.com

http://stacysewsandschools.wordpress.com/

http://www.3monkeysandamartini.com

http://www.somethingclever2point0.com/

http://www.themommyref.blogspot.com/

http://rushingforbagels.blogspot.com

http://gocheapgohome.com

http://www.rebekaches.com

http://mooreorganizedmayhem.blogspot.com/

http://slackermomof4.blogspot.com/

http://www.mommyunmuted.com/

The Getting To Know The Blogger Challenge: Family

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.

One of my Mom’s favorite quotes. She uses it often. It’s true.

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).

The thing that has defined our family life for the past few years: The Evil Genius went back to school and got his Bachelor’s Degree in Mechanical Engineering. Showing off with the family here (that’s HIS Dad, by the way).

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.

This made me giggle. YES I turn them off!

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!  😉

Previous Blogger Challenge Posts-This Could Be Fun:  I’m Doing The 15 Day Getting To Know The Blogger Challenge, Where I Grew Up, Favorite Childhood Memories, School, Work, Life, Friends