I've been so slow in responding to this meme. No real good excuse, either. Just been in a bit of a slump lately.
Eight Things About Me
1. I'm an Army brat. My family moved a lot when I was growing up. I hated it, because I would just make friends and then we'd move. The longest place we lived was in Lincoln, Nebraska (6 years). The next longest was St. John's, Newfoundland (3 years).
2. Now that I'm grown up(?), I love to travel. My husband and I do really well together on car trips. We also do well hanging wallpaper.
3. I didn't do so well when it came to spacing the births of my four daughters. I wanted children as soon as I got married. For several years I couldn't get pregnant. Then, in less than 3 years, my first 3 daughters were born. Eleven years later our 4th daughter arrived when I was 39 years old.
4. I graduated from college when I was 43 years old with a biology major and a chemistry minor and a secondary teaching certificate.
5. I married my husband 2 days before my 22nd birthday on Dec. 28, 1972. That means that Christmas, my anniversary and my birthday all take place within a 5 day period. We've been married 35 1/2 years.
5. I would like to move to the Northwest USA when my husband retires, but my children and grandchildren are in Utah, so we'll be staying put.
6. I have 4 brothers and 2 sisters. I was the third child and first girl.
7. It's become a tradition to have a big 4th of July party at our house every year. All my family and my husband's family who live close by are invited. Everyone brings a pot luck dish. We barbecue hamburgers and hot dogs and I make 2 5-gal containers of home-made root beer. When it gets dark we haul the chairs to the front lawn where we watch the fireworks that are shot off in the nearby park. It's always great fun. This year we will miss that because we're leaving on our trip July 2. My youngest daughter is not happy, but I told her they ought to go ahead with the tradition. Hope they will. Hubby and I will be in Ashland, Wisconsin watching the fireworks on Lake Superior.
8. I was the first granddaughter in my mother's family and my grandpa spoiled me rotten. I loved it and loved him. He bought me my first hula hoop and took me in his old beat-up pickup truck to a drive in movie. I remember standing on the seat next to him mesmerized by Debbie Reynolds singing "Tammy's in Love" in the 1957 movie, Tammy and the Bachelor. I was 6. My grandpa died when I was 10 or 11, but he told Grandma to give me the big bible they'd bought from a traveling salesman years before. I used to sit and look through it by the hour.