One of my daughter's friends told me he found my webpage - but that is was "way boring" and just had "braggy" stuff on it.

All right, already! Here goes something non-braggy...

I have been married for 35 blissful years – 35 out of 40 isn't bad, huh? (Just kidding.) Of course, I got married when I was 5 - making me 35 (yet again). Many of you know that my husband and I both teach computer science - and have wondered how we met. (You can't ask Steve, as he has had the story wrong for years).

We met in church. Steve and I grew up in Logan. We both went to Logan High -but didn't know each other in high school. It must have been fate. Both Steve and another fellow were reporting their LDS church missions together. My brother had been to the same mission as Steve and wanted to hear him speak. I went to the meeting with my brother (but I really went to hear the other fellow report his mission). Steve assumed I was my brother's date. Steve and my brother were in the same fraternity and Steve's sister and I were in the same sorority (Alpha Chi Omega). Steve's sister lined us up - not once but twice (what a wimp!). Our first date was to the movie "Love Story" - honest. Anyway we were engaged three months after we met - but waited a year to get married. Steve says that it was stupid to wait that long, but I was a sophomore when we met and had never thought about getting married before he asked me.  I needed time.

We both were math majors at the time. We got married after our Junior year - and graduated together. Our senior year Steve took one CS class and decided to change majors and get a PhD. We spent an extra year for him to change majors and then were off to Iowa State for graduate school.

(If you are actually reading this - you probably need therapy.  ;-) )

I got my BS in math-CS-statistics education and student taught at Sky View. (Gene Underwood, Mike Windham, Joe Elich, and Tony Bringhurst were all professors of mine at USU.) I taught Math 101 my senior year at USU (as they were short of graduate students). After teaching at the college level, student teaching was a major disappointment. With the extra year at USU, I picked up a master degree in mathematics (which has always been my first love) while teaching Math 105 on assistantship.

I guess I can attribute my career to both my parents. Whenever I would come home from high school saying I could take this wonderful course in basket-weaving or adult lifestyles, Dad would say, "There will be lots of time to take classes like that. Now you need to take math, physics, chemistry." When I was a child, I thought my father was the most educated person on earth - always studying, always learning. As an adult, my impression of him hasn't changed.

Once I got to college, Dad was department head of the Statistics-Computer Science department. Whenever I couldn't get a class I needed, Dad would say, "I can get you into programming or algorithms or some other CS class." I literally took almost all of my undergraduate computer science just because I couldn't get the classes I wanted. (I thought computer science was BORING! In fact, I was so convinced I would never need computer science - I let male friends in the class do all my debugging for me. I had blond hair to my waist and played dumb quite effectively.)

I have always loved school, but I think I drove my teachers nuts. I asked a LOT of questions. If I didn't think the instructor was explaining it very well, I would ask a leading question such as "Then you could say it is like ..." in which I would give my assessment. I found out that it is only when you discover it for yourself that you really learn. Those that ask questions - and gamble on making a fool of themselves - learn twice as much as those that sit quietly and just observe.

I had several classes from my Dad. For those of you who think having a course from your Mom or Dad would be so easy - think again. It is the worst! They always expect you to be the very best and think you should catch on immediately. They will never answer the question you ask, but make you derive the whole theory from prehistoric times.

At Iowa State, I worked to put Steve through graduate school. I remember calling my folks and telling them I had been offered an assistantship to study mathematics or an instructorship in the computer science department. My Mom said, "I'm afraid if you take the assistantship in mathematics we will never get grandchildren." I took the instructorship position and gave Mom two beautiful granddaughters, and three more (two daughters and one son) after leaving Iowa State.

I taught for five years at Iowa State - having to teach myself everything before I taught the students (remember I only had a minor in CS - at best). I taught COBOL, Graphics, and data base - but had never had a class in any of them. (Actually, I did have one quarter of COBOL - but it didn't take.) When we took our first real job at Colorado State, I continued teaching at the university level part time. After three years at CSU, I decided to go to graduate school myself. I guess I never had much of a plan for my life - past `get married and have a family'. I always say, it took me eight years to decide to go to graduate school - but only four years to actually complete my PhD in computer science. (I think this is true of most things - deciding what to do is the hardest part.) We had three children when I began graduate school - and five by the time I finished.

While in graduate school, I only had one class from my husband - compilers. It was a real killer - as it was a single semester long and I didn't know C when I started. Many an evening I would be working into the wee hours of the morning and try to get Steve to answer my questions as he snoozed in front of the TV. The latest I have ever stayed up programming is 2 a.m. - I've never spent an all-nighter at the lab. (I somehow feel that my education is incomplete.) But the 2 a.m. sessions were practically a nightly occurrence in compilers.

It was that semester that Steve went to the department head and confessed he had gotten one of his student's pregnant. The department head was quite beside himself - until he realized I was the pregnant student. Our only son was born two days before finals. I really shocked my professor by showing up for the final. I figured he would be so impressed he would give me an `A' regardless of how I performed. It was a gamble that paid off.

People often ask me how I went to graduate school with five kids! I realize they really don't want an answer. But there is an answer.

I always hate it when people ask me what I do in my spare time. I used to say, “I don't have any spare time. I claim I like to cook - but my family cites evidence to the contrary. I love music. Whenever you come by my office you will notice I am listening to classical music. I have been listening to it for ten years hoping I would develop a taste for it - but so far it hasn't worked. I do find it great background music. I hate football and faculty meetings. I like talking, hiking, biking, shopping, water skiing, watching the kids play sports and perform (ballet, flute, clarinet, sax). I love plays, good movies and brainteasers. Probably my favorite thing to do it teach! But - just like you I get discouraged. I always figure if the days I don't want to quit outnumber the days I do - that it has been a good week.”    Now, I actually have spare time.  I hardly know what to do with it, but I’m learning.  I have decided I must have a life and interests of my own – outside of family, work, students, and even grandchildren (I have two with one more on the way).  I am still trying to find a hobby I’m passionate about.