I’m the chick. The handsome guy is my husband, Volker. I was raised in a tiny town exploring creek beds and fishing holes in Northeast Oklahoma. He was raised in a large metro area in Germany exploring museums and all of Europe. It’s almost the same. Ten years ago he loaded up the truck and moved to Bentonville; Arkansas, that is, swimming pools and Wal-Mart.
This is our daughter, Rachel (technically, she’s Volker’s step-daughter but don’t tell him that). She’s laughing.
She laughs a lot.
I have three sisters and two brothers. My youngest brother died in a car accident in 1998. The other one just finished a tour in Afghanistan. Two of my sisters are twins and my oldest sister is a princess.
I’m the middle sister. My mother said I was often overlooked, between Paula the princess and the wonder twins, so she gave me extra attention. Suck it, sisters! I totally worked it.
Full disclosure: I have a few diseases. I was diagnosed with SLE (Systemic Lupus Erythematosus) in 1991 and treated for that until 2005 when Mayo Clinic decided that I didn’t have SLE but a giant list of other ailments, including but not limited to: Fibromyalgia, undetermined autoimmune disease (Really!?), chronic migraines, IBS, degenerative arthritis, allergies, asthma, and general irritability toward doctors. Now, my rheumatologist calls it Lupus again – medicine is a practice, right? I take a billion pills a day and spend most of my time in bed. Twice a year I get a super powered steroid shot and pretend I’m almost normal for a month or so – Christmas and June-ish. Yay modern medicine.
That’s it in a nutshell. This blog is random rants about travel, culture clashes, illness, family, goofy crap. OH, I almost forgot…my very German, 77 year-old, super human, very proper mother-in-law lives with us.
She grabbed this hat to walk the dogs because it was raining. I immediately snapped a photo.
She really likes to iron, knit, and judge me. You’re gonna love her.