Mom and Dad!

It's between Mother's and Father's day, so...

What are your parents like? :o

My mom's a Chicago native and ex-hippie who lived and went to college in San Diego. She's really smart and nice and she's a tall blonde who many think is either Scandanavian or Texan. She's pretty much still is a bit of a hippie at times.

My dad's a half-German high school basketball and football star who lived in Germany or South Carolina most of his life (he's a militiary brat, but his family's not actually from SC.) He's a lawyer. He's uberfunny and a big sports fan.

Tell us about your parents!

My mom was born a few blocks from where I am, and raised in the same town I was raised in by a kindergarten teacher and an engineer. She's one of those women who likes to curl up with a glass of wine and a good book, and her third spouse is finally the same kind of person. She dropped out of college to have me, but went back when I was in elementary school and is a CPA now. She just bought her very own house, with the guy who's been in love with her for like 30 years that she finally fell for.

My dad's mother ran away from the family farm in Texas to "make it" in Hollywood. My father spent much of his childhood on film sets around the world. One summer, Nana took my dad and his brothers for a trip to Spain and they didn't come back for a few years, so my dad has lots of stories about learning Spanish and gypsies and he and his brothers all did some acting and modeling as kids. When my dad got back to the US he did a lot of drugs and drank a lot, but he's been sober most of my life. Other than smoking weed every day. He's really immature and will spend every paycheck as soon as he gets it. Now he's a private contractor for computer crap and has been married to the mother of his third and fourth child for 15 years.

My mother was born and raised in Daly City, CA. She was a middle child who grew up in a 2 bedroom house, so she shared it with her older sister and younger brother. She married my father when she was 18 and was a housewife most of my childhood. She went back to work when I was 12 and later started working in the City Clerks Office for the city of Livermore, CA as a records keeper. She retired a few years ago as the records manager and my father and she moved to Louisville, KY. She is a 4'11", Sicilian woman with a hot temper, sarcastic wit, and an extra long stubborn streak! (*Cough* I am nothing like her...:erm:)

My father was born and raised in Cleveland, OH. He was the second oldest of 5 children and had lived in the attics of three different people's houses but had moved 11 times. He dropped out of high school so he could work to help support my grandmother, who was a single parent. When he was 17 he joined the Navy and it was when his ship was docked in San Francisco, CA that he met my mother at the zoo. 6 weeks later (before he shipped out) they were married, he was 19. After the Navy, my grandfather got my dad a job where he worked and he was there until he saw the employment ad for fire fighters in Pleasanton, CA. He moved the family there after he was offered and accepted the position. This is when he started going to night school to get his high school diploma and, after he received it, started correspondence school to earn his Bachelor's Degree in Fire Science (he was 29 when he went back to school) . He finally earned his degree when he was 49 and was promoted to Captain. He retired as a Captain of the Livermore-Pleasanton Fire Department 15 years ago. After my mother retired he wanted to be closer to his family and allowed my uncle to persuade him to move to Louisville (they moved to a house just around the corner from where my aunt and uncle live). He's a 5'8", Slovenian man who has piercing blue eyes and always scared the crap out of my boyfriends (Boyfriend: You're dad is so, so, so Big! :eek: Me: I don't know what you're talking about, he's 5'8"! :|) He is very smart, over protective, and tends to yell at the top of his lungs when he's angry. (Er, I'm nothing like him either! :shifty:)

My parents celebrated their 50th wedding anniversary last month! :love:

My mom and dad are virgins.

My father was a German soldier who moved to America after the end of World War II in order to start over again. He often shrieked in his dreams, as if being tortured by his own memories.

My mother is heiress to an empire of soap and sanitary retail products, but I'm not supposed to talk about which ones.

My mom is dead and I haven't seen my father in about 20 years.

My mom is called Bella and my dad is called Edward and their love is pure and perfect!! <3333

They're all awesome (Dad, Mum, Stepdad, Stepmum). So yay for having great parents. I can talk to Mum about music, TV and movies and social things. I can talk to my Dad about anything to do with business and finance. Murray about football. Anneke about home economics and how things are going with the family. Obviously I can talk to them all about more than just that but yeah, they're all good, and they all have their own little quirks, but I'm very lucky to have the family I have.

My mom is insane and I don't have a dad.

My parents are beaners.

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Originally Posted by Guardian XIII

My mom is insane and I don't have a dad.

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I suppose I understand this. Virgin births are crazy enough to drive anyone insane.

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Originally Posted by Rantzien

My mom is called Bella and my dad is called Edward and their love is pure and perfect!! <3333

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I don't have a word for you anymore. >;[



I don't like my parents. I do pretend to like them when I know I'll need money in the near future, though. I don't know how they haven't figured this pattern out yet.

I know my mother is between the ages of 50 and 52. According to what she maintained after she married Daddy she was born in 1961 but Daddy swears he saw documents that said '59. Her birthday is sometime in June. She lived with us until I was about 4, then she and Daddy split up. I think she was born in South Carolina. I saw her occasionally until I was 9. I last saw her on my ninth birthday. I last spoke to her on the phone when I was 11. So that's been about 15 years ago. My sister apparently looks a lot like her, but they have different colored eyes and hair. All I remember about her is the time she didn't come get me out of the pool when I walked to the deep end, that she told me I was weird for dipping strawberry poptarts in orange juice, that she used to lock me out of the house, there exists only one set of pictures of us together and that almost any time she spoke to me it was screaming. And the last time I saw her she was really, really skinny. And she'd never been skinny.

Daddy is pretty great, even though he has a lot of problems. He raised me and Sarah, my sister. Which probably explains a lot of my personality. He was born in Newport News, VA so he grew up in a very different area than me. Coastal, urban, mixed ethnic groups and races. He had a hard time growing up, for the most part. When he was very young his parents fought all the time. Mema, his mother, tells stories now of how she threatened her first husband, his father, with death a lot. And she was serious. He and his two sisters lived with his grandparents after their youngest brother, Michael, died at 3 years old from complications due to the meningitis he'd suffered as an infant. His grandparents, my great grandparents, had always been very close to the kids anyway, and they stayed there a lot. When he was a little older, 10 or 11 I think, they moved back in with Mema and her new husband, Bobby. Bobby was probably a better father than Grandpa Carl, but that relationship didn't last very long. Mema drank a lot and did speed.

Sometimes it's really hard for me to believe that she was the child of my great grandparents. They were hardworking, clean living, pull yourself up and behave type of people.

At any rate when they retired, Grandpa from the shipyard and Grandma from the Coca Cola plant, they moved back down here, where they had grown up and first tried to make a life. Daddy decided he'd come down here with them. He partied with hillbillies and learned to farm but didn't continue it when I was born. Instead he went into factory work and construction. He met my mother in the late 70's and they got married in either '79 or '80. Five years later they had the accident of me. And kids pretty much took over his life. He tried really, really hard to not let us grow up like he did. And he made some mistakes. But not many.

Well, lemme see. My dad is a giant black body builder who is also a fireman. He's had several jobs before that which included security guard, truck driver, constant gardener, rail road track person, aquarium department head at Petco, etc. My mom is an IT technician/former ballerina/diva who has a walk-in closet for her shoes. She claims that her hair is naturally red. It isn't. She is often mistaken for a Venezuelan. She's mostly black. Our voices are exactly the same sometimes which was fun on the phone when I was playing hookie. My dad is 52 or something and my mom is in her mid to late 40s. Much like J's parents, my dad is 5'8'' and my mom a mere 4'11'' without heels. She is also mistaken for a garden gnome.

Well, my mother is Filipino/Spanish, and she came to Denmark in 1985 after she married my dad the same year. What is there to say? My mother is sweet, hard-working woman. There's not really a lot to say, all I can say is that I have always had everything I ever needed, and that is thanks to her.

My dad was a famous bodybuilder back in the '50s here in Denmark, and he was also a renowned psychiatrist and well-regarded within that field. He's had one hell of a life, and he even published a biography a couple of years ago.

I've never found myself wanting anything, as they were/are great providers.

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Originally Posted by Shiny

Well, lemme see. My dad is a giant black body builder who is also a fireman. He's had several jobs before that which included security guard, truck driver, constant gardener, rail road track person, aquarium department head at Petco, etc. My mom is an IT technician/former ballerina/diva who has a walk-in closet for her shoes. She claims that her hair is naturally red. It isn't. She is often mistaken for a Venezuelan. She's mostly black. Our voices are exactly the same sometimes which was fun on the phone when I was playing hookie. My dad is 52 or something and my mom is in her mid to late 40s. Much like J's parents, my dad is 5'8'' and my mom a mere 4'11'' without heels. She is also mistaken for a garden gnome.

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Your dad is a competing body builder? :o

That's why Shiny looks like this.

My parents met at a barn square dance in Utah and shortly later my mom was pregnant (premaritally) with me~ They got married and raised a family to try and do "the right thing", but after thirteen years of marriage it ultimately failed.

My mom is controlling and very alpha-female and specific. She doesn't have a lot of tolerance for people with lifestyles or morals different than hers, but she's incredibly caring and puts her children and family above everything else, and sacrificed her happiness to try to make her first marriage work. She remarried to a SWAT member/special forces sniper (don't smurf with me) who is just the best person and has the biggest heart I've ever known.

My dad has committment and anxiety issues and has grown to be introverted. He's the smartest person I know - he's studied thirty languages (both extinct and present), he studied to be a film director in Utah and has had quite a few short stories published. He married a darling woman who they now have two little girls with.

I love my parents, but they should have never been married. They've both found spouses who are perfect for them now, though, and they seem happy.

My mom was born in Alabama in January 1961 and is black and Native American (she swore up and down once when she was drinking that she was half and half but I'm not sure if this is true. This would explain why she doesn't really "look" black). She won't hesitate to tell you to screw off if you mess with her and is probably the best cook in the world. She never went to college or anything but she's pretty smart for the most part. She had three kids; I was the only one who survived (though it was looking pretty bleak for me too at the time).

My dad was born in West Virginia in August 1942 and went through a lot of trouble with the KKK growing up. Because of this he took up sports. He later went to college at 17 (also had kids at 17 with his then-wife but let's not get into that now) to become an engineer. He later became one of the first black men in the US to run a crane. In being an engineer he helped build and/or improve a lot of places in or near Ohio, such as the Columbus Zoo (helped build the bird topiary and the prairie dog exhibit), Alum Creek (built the dam out there, there's actually a really morbid story about this but it's not for this thread), Westland High School, a few shopping centers, and some other things down in southern Ohio. He has a tons of skills and talents, notably his being able to play a few instruments. He was actually self-taught in doing so. He retired in 1999 at 57 years old, and just recently died last year due to cardiac arrest/patient neglect. He had just turned 68 years old.

To be honest, I wasn't really close with either of them growing up. They had drinking problems and always argued and didn't really understand me as a kid (i.e. they wanted me to be what they wanted me to be, and didn't understand why I liked art over music. My dad was more adamant about me being into playing music than my mom was though). I still love them though and I have to take care of my mom now since my dad is gone. She quite literally has nowhere else to turn to due to the economy and some other things.

My mom was born here where I live (literally in this house). My dad was born up north more.
My mom is a Nurse and my father is uh yeah.
I have never lived with both of my parents as my father left my mom when she was 6 months pregnant.
I apparently look just like my mother but, i act just like my father.

My Ma's a lovely woman & my Da's long dead.

Both born & bred in West Belfast & lived in Dermott Hill above Ballymurphy. A place that saw many many terrible things in the late 60s & 70s when trouble broke out here (therc was a massacre in Ballymurphy where British soldiers decided to shoot & kill 11 civilians). My Da was in the Officials (Official IRA) and my parents had to move out when the Provos (Provisional IRA) attacked the house and performed a mock execution on me dad. My Ma freaked & demanded they moved. They moved to Antrim (town about 30 miles outta Belfast), where I was born but moved back to West Belfast to look for work. They got a place on the Springfield Road which is just the worst road to buy a house. It splits Protestant & Catholic communities & there were riots & murders every week. It's where I got my fantastic forearm scar when I was a kid. He was followed & stalked by the Provisionals everywhere & when we moved to Poleglas (an estate in West Belfast) they sent a few guys there to make sure he didn't turn the Estate Official. Strangely enough one of the men that was sent to keep an eye on him, they got to jknow eachother & became best friends. He then put thaqt life behind him & joined the SDLP (peaceful Irish Nationalist party). We lived in that poor estate until it became too bad to function (bomb at the end of my street, soldiers shot, drug abuse, car theft u name it) we then moved to the suberbs of North Belfast & it was a disaster. It was an interface area & riots were common. It got too much & my parents split. He moved back West & discovered he had Cancer & another baby on the way to another woman. He died in 1999, I dont remember much everyone cried but me, my Ma took it worse than I thought she would. By this stage she was diagnosed with Lupus & has lived with it's madness since.

All this shapes a person. My Da was notr a bad guy just a rampant Irish Republican Socialist. He loved all his kids as did my ma (and still does). It's shaped me & maybe some of the sins of the father were echoed by the son but so were the great things about him.

Yea families...ya can't pick em.

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Originally Posted by Rantzien

That's why Shiny looks like this.

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Moar like

Either way you look like a man?

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Originally Posted by NecronChaosGarland

My parents are beaners.

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Holy :bou::bou::bou::bou: one of mine is too.

We have so much in common!

My dad was the kind of kid that broke off pencils in the lock of every door in the school just so he didn't have to take a test he forgot to study for. My mom thinks the morning after pill is abortion (and does not approve of abortion obviously). Tadaaah here I am.

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Originally Posted by DMKA

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Originally Posted by NecronChaosGarland

My parents are beaners.

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Holy :bou::bou::bou::bou: one of mine is too.

We have so much in common!

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Best friends?!

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Originally Posted by NecronChaosGarland

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Originally Posted by DMKA

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Originally Posted by NecronChaosGarland

My parents are beaners.

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Holy :bou::bou::bou::bou: one of mine is too.

We have so much in common!

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Best friends?!

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4 evar

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My parents are both psycho dorks.

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Originally Posted by Polnareff

I still love them though and I have to take care of my mom now since my dad is gone. She quite literally has nowhere else to turn to due to the economy and some other things.

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Good on you. I wasn't really close to my father growing up (anger issues bad enough to about end the marriage and alienate his only child for many years). Now he's had to failed knee surgeries so I've moved back to run the garage while I go to school.

Truth be told, if he did more physical therapy he could get a lot more range of motion back than he has in his knee and be a happier person for it. His body builds way more scar tissue that it needs to and so physical therapy is very difficult for him. The doctors told him that, and he understood it as physical therapy won't do any good so he doesn't try because it hurts.

I love him, but in some ways he disappoints me. The knee has made him old before his time. He used to be stubborn about getting something done if he could, now he's stubborn about finding ways to be lazy. :|