Mom and Dad!

[Laddy]

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!

[Shlup]

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.

[Jentleness]

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...)

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! 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! )

My parents celebrated their 50th wedding anniversary last month!

[DMKA]

My mom and dad are virgins.

[Shoeberto]

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.

[Bunny]

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

[Rantz]

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

[Loony BoB]

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.

[G13]

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

[NorthernChaosGod]

My parents are beaners.

[Bunny]

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

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

[LunarWeaver]

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

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.

[fire_of_avalon]

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.

[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.

[Chris]

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.