My mother was in the army (yes, she wore combat boots) and, like clockwork, my family moved every four years. I grew up in small towns all over the country, and still have to fight the urge to be someplace else every so often.
I served four years in the navy. Two years studying Russian and Farsi, (Iranian if you didn’t know) and two at sea. I can still swear in Russian, but my conversational skills are limited. The Farsi hasn’t fared much better. It’s almost impossible to find someone to practice it with. After that, I came to Wisconsin and settled into what most people consider a life.
A few years ago, I lucked into the best job in the world; I get paid to play with other peoples toys. I install electronics on sail and power boats as well as rigging sailboats. I never have to do the same thing twice, and get to meet some of the most interesting people. Honestly, there's nothing better than working on the water. Unless, of course, it's playing in the water.
The kids both like to laugh too. I have an eleven year old boy with a gentle giggle, and a nine year old girl who cackles like a James Bond villain. "No, mr. Dad, I expect you you to cave! Mwah ha ha ha!" She has also convinced me that everything that I hate about women is genetic, and not learned. It’s kind of obvious that they’re both adopted. I worked too hard to get them in the first place, so they come first. Even before me.
When I can, I paint. I use it as a type of therapy, and for some odd reason people like it. At times it's abstract, (swirled paint and anything I can get to stick) other times, it's just an odd idea or feeling that needs to get out.
I am Doobie, Doobie, and Doo