Y’all are pretty much super awesome… can I just call y’all Blogsomes for short? Great… now that we have the formalities out of the way. By my count, we have a total of 17 Mission: Uncage the Singing Bird takers… remember it’s never too late to sign up and if you’re one of those shy suckers who would like to participate but would never dare say anything on here, we can still feel your vibes and are cheering you on! I’ll be asking for your 2 bucket list items around Thursdee of next week, so clear the cobwebs out of that there noggin (mine needed 207 Swiffer duster pads), and get to thinking!
My dad has a pretty big birthday on Sunday… his 39th. When you do the math, that would make him 7 years old when I was born (excuse me… I just dry heaved a little bit). It will really be his 60th… the year he will officially be able to partake in the Senior Citizen discount at the Sizzler (even though he’s been trying to get away with that danged discount since the age of 45). My dad didn’t have the ideal life while he was growing up. He was born cross eyed and runtish. His father died when he was around 8 or 9 and after that his mother spent the remaining years shipping him out to live with different relatives. It’s a testament to his inner strength that he turned out to be a responsible and functioning adult, especially considering the fact that he spent most of his childhood and teenagehood getting into trouble.
My dad and I share a lot of the same characteristics… we’re both unfailingly bull headed and stubborn, we’re both anti touchy-feely/mushy-gushy, and we both use humor to get through the hard things. Because we are so similar, my dad and I butt heads quite often. When you get 2 stubborn people in a room with only one decision to be made and we’re on opposite ends of the spectrum, butting heads is the only alternative. But, we also share the same inner strength, that despite the odds, we’re going to prove all of those statistics wrong! I’m grateful that he passed on that characteristic to me… because I know I would have given up long ago had I not had it instilled somewhere deep within my innards (take a right at the appendix and cruise on down the small intestine).
In honor of his birthday on Sunday, here’s a rundown:
- – STEAK with a bell around it’s neck, preferrably mooing
– Wearing socks with sandals
– Fishing in Alaska and then showing the pictures to anyone who will listen
– Old Westerns (TV shows and movies)
– The Game Show Network
– Teasing and joking with people
- – Shopping
– Country music (or any music that isn’t considered Golden Oldies or The Beatles)
– Women hormones
– Anything that is diet, sugar-free, low-fat, etc.
– Not wearing socks with sandals
Happy Birthday, Dad! Thanks for always being willing to help me out and for teaching me about hard work. I love you!!
Question of the Day: What traits did you get from your dad?