I Married My Mom...!?

It's now a bit over one year that I have been married to Anna. And I have to say, it's been great. But, over that time, I have had discovery after discovery that led me to one very disturbing conclusion. That old adage about a guy marrying a girl like his mother has unfortunately seemed to manifest itself in my life.

Want a list? Here we go.

• Naturally black hair
  
• Talks to herself, even when others can hear it
  
• Would rather sit quietly in the car alone than turn on the radio
  
• Practical to a fault
  
• Has a black thumb - accidentally kills more plants than successfully grows
  
• Has never burned a CD
  
• Goes on mad cleaning sprees occasionally and brings you along - like it or not
  
• Passive Aggressive
  
• The instant something goes wrong, instinctively yells out the name of her spouse
  
• Skeptical of just about everything
  
• Occasionally is seen "exercising" in the bedroom in a manner that looks more like an outdated 50's dance
  
• Her jokes are not "funny haha" but rather "funny Hmmm"
  
• Facts are only relevant when they support your preconceived notions
  
• When trying to yell something a far distance, the sound just gets higher in pitch - neither one can be heard from a distance (except by animals)
  
• Believes not all wives's tales are true, just the ones she grew up with

I could name more if I took some more time. Don't take me the wrong way, I love all of these things about Anna (except the cleaning spree). And there are some things both have in common that anybody can appreciate.

• Loving
  
• Caring
  
• Sincere
  
• Honest
  
• Trustworthy
  
• Understands me
  
• Loves me

This is not to say that I'm going Oedipal or anything like that. Just one of those funny quirks of life that I have stumbled into. I've asked Anna to tell me in what ways I'm like her dad. The only one she could think of was that we both like Hi-tech stuff. Well, at least I won't have to be freaked out by her accidentally calling me "daddy" one day...