That's my mom and dad. He was already working towards being a dad there, for the ultimate goal of having kids until they had the perfect one (me) and then stopping to raise said children.
Hey Dad.
You're not nearly as grumpy as you're made out to be.
And I know the term is like a million years old now, but I totally caught you taking these photos of yourself in true Myspace fashion.
Dad has had the privilege of being mentioned in a few childhood stories on my blog. For some reason, my mom hasn't, because she never threatened me to eat a moldy sandwich and never told me to eat my diarrhea. But he is the one who told me it's not what you want that makes you fat, it's what you get.
When I was in high school we lived in a "mobile home" (do not say the word trailer to my dad) and Cinnamon used to get stuck on the roof all the time. Stupid cat. I would (dad would) get out the ladder and I'd have to get up there and stupid Cinnamon would be so happy to see me he'd start rolling around and rubbing against my hand but never letting me grab him to get him down. He is still there today.
Okay, that's a picture I found online. The only basketball hoop I had fit over a trashcan.
Less than a year after moving to Portland, my parents decided to move to the same area, because it is the best area in Portland. A year after Jesse and I got married, Mom and Dad moved into these ADORABLE duplexes. So, uh, we moved there too.
One day my dad called me and told me to come outside. I came over and stood by him in front of his house.
"You know," he said, "when you moved away and took all your stuff, I never thought we'd be living this close to each other and that you'd drop in on us and bring over your friends from high school (Brittney lived across the street at this time) and that YOUR CAT WOULD BE ON MY ROOF."
And, sure enough, there was that cat.
He is still there today.
So, thanks, Dad, for being my dad and for not being a weirdo or anything.
I regonize me there in the picture with your mom but who's the bald guy? And I'm glad you don't think I'm a weirdo.
ReplyDeleteAll work and no play makes Jack a dull boy.
All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy.
All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy.
All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy.
All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy.
All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy.
All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy.
All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy.
Red Rum.
Who's your Daddy?
I had to remove my first comment because I spelt a bunch of stuff wrong. Yes, I know I still spelt at least one word wrong in my "corrected" comment but it more than meets my typing standards.
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Oh, Dang! I am a weirdo!
I love those pictures of dad. Classic!
ReplyDeleteI so envy you're Dad's old mane of hair.
ReplyDeleteDon't be too envious of his hair. It didn't last. But he pulls it off. What I love about those pictures is his crooked nose. Ken has that same nose. It's like someone needs to punch them with their other fist.
ReplyDeleteok, first off, thank you for visiting me and commenting on my mom prom post today!
ReplyDeletesecondly, i am your newest follower.
thirdly, in your about me section up there? you say you're 5'8" and weigh 120 pounds. i am half an inch taller then you and i weigh 20 pounds more. so maybe i can't follow you after all....
;-)
My cats always went on the roof but came down in their own good time. maybe Cinnamonster sensed your dad's presence and just had to sit on his roof? Some sort of animal magnetism, perhaps?
ReplyDeleteYour dad's pictures are HILARIOUS. What a goofster. He sounds like a great dad. Good dads are hard to come by. Give him a humongous hug every time you see him and tell him you love him. Trust me, you'll never regret it.
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