My Dad

I was chatting with my dad today and I had the same thought that I have every time I talk with him. "Man, I love this guy! He understands me!" He's always had a knack for words. He always is so very honest.

I see now where I get my "talent" of words. I was born with the same genetic defect that my dad has. We both have diarrhea of the mouth. Yes, self-diagnosed for the both of us, but it can only be explained in that way. You know when you have a thought? It usually passes through a mental filter that determines if it is appropriate to say aloud or if it should just go back into that black empty space in your mind. Well, diarrhea of the mouth can be described as not having that filter and things just come out as they are thought. It is brutal but it is honest.

I member some of my dad's worst episodes that caught me off-guard. I still don't know if I should be offended or if I should laugh. He laughed, so maybe that was a cue that I should have chimed in too, but I think I just stood there pondering.....

A few years ago I had begun to experiment with my natural hair style (you know, embrace the curl) but my dad looked at me and asked if the Santa Ana's had done my hair. No, the wind did not do my hair and it took some very expensive hair product to make it look like it did.

This summer I wore a pretty green ankle-length skirt and my hair in a side pony-tail. My husband loved the look, but my dad asked me if I was "Norah Jones or something?"

Today I went to visit him at work because my Costco does not open an hour early for business members, as I thought, and I didn't want to wait in the parking lot for an hour. He looked at my vest and (cute)boots and asked if I was going camping in the snow...

This man that I didn't know so well as a child is one of my most favorite people in the world. He cracks me up every time I think of him and there is always a good "Dad story" to tell at any given time. Like the time that I worked for him and he made me "Employee of the Month" after catching me napping in the back storage room. I also got a raise. Nepotism at its finest!

So there you go, Dad. You tell me that you don't read my blog anymore because "it's too real" and I dedicate a special entry just for you. I love you! You are so much fun to share with the world!