My children will attest to my dweebiness. But to be fair I think that all teenagers think their parents are dweebs - but my children are not teenagers anymore.
Anyway, I digress. Today I didn't have to go to work. End of the quarter - time for teachers to get report cards ready, so the children are not wanted at the school, so I have a day off. I was going to sew all day but the leaves in the yard where calling my name. I answered and started raking. I ended up getting the lawn mower out and had it rake for me. I think I did a good job. I got 7 full bags of leaves and the front, back, side and orchard are for the most part leafless. I had to tell you how many bags cause if you knew my Dad, that is how you tell if you worked hard. It is all measured in how many bags you filled. (what a dweeb)
Anyway I was all done and it is now time to put the lawn mower away in the shop - I go into the shop and push the button to open the door. I must let you know now that I have always had this unreasonable fear of this huge door come crashing down on me. I mean, this door is huge and weighs a ton or at least a few hundred pounds and I do know that if it did fall on you - well that would be the last thing you would see. So back to my story - I press the open button and as the door slowly goes up , I wait until it is up far enough for me to quickly walk under it and I head for the lawn mower. As I turn I see in the corner of my eye a piece of the door falling and heading straight for me. OH NO!!! I duck , raising my arm to protect my head and face, I have visions of when I fell last winter - being put in an ambulance and receiving stables in my head. The piece of the door hits my arm - I am stunned -I look around to see if the whole door is coming down or what - no, the door is all the way up and I realize - it didn't hurt. What? All that adrenalin protected me from all that pain!! No I am a dweeb!! The piece of the door is a piece of Styrofoam. It weighs close to nothing. We have Styrofoam squares on the door for insulation. Oh well, another fix it project for Matt.
I put the lawn mower away and start to laugh - I am my fathers daughter!! After a trip to the dump I realize that maybe it is OK to be a dweeb. I think that is the order of things. We all think our parents are dweebs. At some point, as we grow, we see our parents in ourselves. So somewhere along the time line we or I became a dweeb. That is OK because my parents are great people - I don't mind being like them - but I am sure my kids are scared stiff. :)
I have been having fun going through an old photo album of my mothers this past couple of weeks. And one thing is for sure, I am my mothers daughter. I know you can really tell but I think if it wasn't for the age of the photos could you really tell which was me and which was my mother? 
I was asked to find a picture of my father in his uniform. That would be from World War II - he was in the Navy. I didn't post that picture here but I found these other treasures! Above is my mother, Lorna Carolyn Somes, on her wedding day. The June one. 
This picture above is my fathers mother, Helen G Maurer. This is the grandmother I never knew. I love the dress.
Now this picture above is my Dad. The boy on the right. Next to him in the middle is his sister Bernice and then sister Lorraine. I only met Lorraine. Now the older woman in the back is labeled Grandma Mauer. I believe the spelling should be Maurer. I really think this is special because here I have a picture of her but no information. I looked on what genealogy I have and I don't have any information on her. Guess I have some work to do. 