Birthday gifts
When I was little my dad and I would have special days together, just us two. We always called them our “Father Daughter Days”. We would just hang out, eat at cool places, sing ridiculous songs, walk around the lakes and rummage through book stores together.
Now that I’m a little older and have three kids of my own, my time is not so available. So I give “Father Daughter Days” as gifts. I know, it shouldn’t be a gift, but life is what it is and right now it is crazy.
This past weekend he used the gift certificate I gave him for his birthday, A day of Kayaking and lunch out with Moi
It was one of those moments in time that you didn’t want to let go of. You didn’t want it to end. It was beautiful and peaceful and unadulterated time with my dad.
It’s not just the cancer that makes one think these moments need to be special, but it sure makes you appreciate the here and now. Because all I know, is that I have him here right now.
And what a wonderful day this right now was.
Filed under Dad, gifts | Comments (2)My dad, just plain old crazy
With all the love in my heart, I ask myself…how can I not post this photo?
Filed under Dad | Comment (0)I’m Seventy F*&%!*# Three!
Happy 73rd Birthday Dad!
Enjoy every ounce of it.
I love you!
Filed under Dad | Comment (1)Important conversations one has with their Father
My Dad: Did you watch American Idol last night?
Me: Did you watch American Idol last night?
My Dad: I love that David Archuletta.
Me: Did you know he’s only seventeen?
My Dad: He’s got such a good voice for being so young AND he’s Mormon.
Me: (thinking…Mormon… what the hell does that have to do with it, you’d think he was talking about a Catholic.)
My Dad: Simon really gets a bad wrap. He is the only one who gives constructive criticism.
Me: That Kristy Lee Cook is only hanging around because she’s so cute.
My Dad: She is the only one that listened to Simon’s advise last week. She changed her whole look with that long dress and those bare feet.
…And tune in next week when my dad and I tackle Transubstantiation.
Filed under Dad | Comment (0)The smoke shop
My dad taught me how to tell time in a bar. Lord knows what he taught KP during his smoke shop visit.
Filed under Dad, KP | Comments (4)Firsts
KP and I were on our way to meet my parents for lunch. We decided to eat at a burger joint. To get there I drove down an old time Main Street. As I was sitting at a red light I was looking at all the old stores and restaurants and my eyes landed on Hoagies Family Style Restaurant.
Hoagies is one of those old fashioned diners with the original metal stools and the old time waitresses with 1950 style aprons and a cook named Mel sweating in the kitchen. As I sat at the light and saw the restaurant, I was flooded with a memory so strongly that it passed before my eyes like a quick time movie.
I was a freshman in college and home on a random break, it was still cold and we both had jackets on. My dad and I were sitting in a back booth waiting to order. The waitress showed up, he ordered coffee and so did I…my very first virgin cup. I had never drunk coffee before. As the cup landed in front of me and a bit splashed over the side I started questioning my dad on how to drink it, with milk or sugar or black and what the big deal was about coffee anyway and why he drank it everyday and how can it even taste good when it smells so rank.
And on that cold day, we sat at Hoagies eating flapjacks, drinking coffee and talking about that amazing cup of joe. I never thought in a million years that habit would stick.
Do you remember your first cup?
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