Ever had such a bad headache your eyes feel like they're going to explode and no matter what medicine you take or how much water you drink, nothing takes the edge off. Thats how I am today. I woke up feeling a little ugh and its just gotten worse and the smell of canned chicken doesn't help but since we don't have anymore trash bags, I'll deal with that. Anyways on the reason I'm posting.... funny memories that have come to mind. I am going to do funny stories I don't want to forget of someone in my family once a week. This week-my dad.
Dad-oh where to start...After pulling some strings, I was able to go with him to Sea Camp when I was in 3rd grade. I ate a bag of doritos and had lots of water while driving through the Salt River Canyon. I knew I was getting sick but in fear of looking stupid in front of the 5th graders by my dad telling me to, "Sit up and watch the yellow line and breathe in some cool, fresh air" I leaned up to tell him I was getting sick and right then I launched all over him and the cell phone. It was disgusting. By the time he pulled over, I was finished and felt much better.
Pointing out to my whole 5th grade class that my dad's crack was showing when he bent over. He requested a student out of his classroom that day.
When he and my mom made me go easter egg hunting when I was 18! Of course they hid them all in the front yard. I put my mom's dish rag over my head and they laughed so hard. I still find no humor in it however. :D
No matter how many times he's been pulled over by the police and possibly arrested, he still loses his cool and mumbles choice words and it becomes very awkward for everyone. I act the same way.
As embarassing as this is for me to admit I will, he paid a boy to ask me to a school dance. In the mean time, I got asked by someone else and then the kid my dad paid asked me too. I ended up going with the first guy!
A lot of trips we took ended up with dad getting frustrated about the traffic or getting lost or mom navigating wrong (aka dad not listening to mom's directions) he would do this hand thing (no not the middle finger) and rub his head. He still does it and we still laugh!
When I hit that stage in my life, my dad always told me I was blossoming and I was always embarassed.
When he fell through our rotten deck.
Thinking he was getting electricuted while cleaning.
Almost hitting my aunt Karalyn's truck Christmas day when he slid on the ice. It felt slow motion but he said the s word in slow motion also. It was classic. Miraculously the tire hit a patch of pavement and stopped.
HOW I'M JUST LIKE HIM
The way I use a toothpick
Playing the drums on the dashboard
Singing along whether I know the words or not
My faith is tried over and over but never ceases
Singing "Be Still My Soul" when times are hard
Always right (whether or not anyone else thinks so is a different story)
I love you Dad!
Next week-Its mom's turn