Lesson #36 - Plan.
There's a lot of planning when my dad takes on a new venture. Sure, I get my impulsivity from him, but he's a much better planner and thinker. I tend to jump right in and then stop and think, "Holy moly. What did I get myself into now?!" Seriously. I do that all the time.
Apparently, this is a lesson I haven't learned. But at least I know it's there!
So, back to my dad. He is amazingly business savy. His new venture, Your Greatest Protection, has taken off at an amazing pace. I'm not surprised.
He plans, he thinks about things and then he jumps in. (Unless he's buying a Corvette. There's a whole other lesson with that one!)
I know I should plan better, but I'm glad to have the constant reminder. Thanks, Dad, for giving me that. You're an inspiration. And I mean that in a good way. =)
I love you!
P.S. - Feel better!
Tuesday, December 23, 2008
Wednesday, October 8, 2008
Lesson #35
Lesson #35 - Try Something New
My dad is the king of trying new things. From flying a plane to scuba diving to starting a business, he does it. And he does it with great success.
THAT is a great lesson and a GREAT example.
Thanks, Dad!
I love you!
My dad is the king of trying new things. From flying a plane to scuba diving to starting a business, he does it. And he does it with great success.
THAT is a great lesson and a GREAT example.
Thanks, Dad!
I love you!
Wednesday, July 23, 2008
Lesson #34
Lesson #34 - Gag gifts are the best.
First let me start with the disclaimer that I don't want this post to be misinterpreted. I love real presents, but boy, is it fun to laugh.
This trait for finding the humor in gag gifts runs strong and deep in my family tree. A prime example of this was for my father's birthday a few weeks ago. Unbenownest to me, my mother and I were plotting for the very same purpose. Her gift to him? A helmet and Speed Racer t-shirt poking fun at his obsession, er, enjoyment of the Wii. Our present? A Wii survival pack...picked out by the boys and I on a shopping trip. There were Wasabi Cashews for energy (because, as the boys said, "Poppop, likes his nuts hot."), a box of tissues to wipe his tears when Mommom beat him, a personal fan to cool himself down, a water bottle cooler to keep his beverages cold, and band aids for his blisters.
Then there was the Christmas that my oldest niece (my brother's daughter) gave us all fake lottery tickets. Yeah. Funny kid. Let's just say, we were a bit upset...impressed with her sick sense of humor, but disappointed nonetheless. I'm still trying to figure out how to get her back.
Then there was the Christmas my kids got my brother bright orange underwear. Slightly disturbing, but they howl with laughter every time they think about it. Sick kids.
So, to both of my parents, who so firmly implanted this genetic need to give wacky gifts, thanks. Because truly, those are the ones we still laugh about and bring up time and time again.
I love you both!
First let me start with the disclaimer that I don't want this post to be misinterpreted. I love real presents, but boy, is it fun to laugh.
This trait for finding the humor in gag gifts runs strong and deep in my family tree. A prime example of this was for my father's birthday a few weeks ago. Unbenownest to me, my mother and I were plotting for the very same purpose. Her gift to him? A helmet and Speed Racer t-shirt poking fun at his obsession, er, enjoyment of the Wii. Our present? A Wii survival pack...picked out by the boys and I on a shopping trip. There were Wasabi Cashews for energy (because, as the boys said, "Poppop, likes his nuts hot."), a box of tissues to wipe his tears when Mommom beat him, a personal fan to cool himself down, a water bottle cooler to keep his beverages cold, and band aids for his blisters.
Then there was the Christmas that my oldest niece (my brother's daughter) gave us all fake lottery tickets. Yeah. Funny kid. Let's just say, we were a bit upset...impressed with her sick sense of humor, but disappointed nonetheless. I'm still trying to figure out how to get her back.
Then there was the Christmas my kids got my brother bright orange underwear. Slightly disturbing, but they howl with laughter every time they think about it. Sick kids.
So, to both of my parents, who so firmly implanted this genetic need to give wacky gifts, thanks. Because truly, those are the ones we still laugh about and bring up time and time again.
I love you both!
Tuesday, July 22, 2008
Lesson #33
Lesson #33 - Families look alike.
My mom purses her lips like her mother did. My dad and his sister could pass for twins. My brother looks just like my dad did at his age. I look just like my mom when I straighten my hair.
Of course, in one picture of me that I saw this weekend, I also resembled a Chucky doll when I was about 2 years old. So, maybe this lesson should be taken with a grain of salt. (No comments from the peanut gallery, please.)
It's comforting to know that we resemble the people we came from and that those who come after us will carry a little bit of us with them. Because in my dad I see his mom and in my mom I see her dad. And in me, I see both of them. And that's a good thing.
Thanks, Mom & Dad. =)
I love you both!
My mom purses her lips like her mother did. My dad and his sister could pass for twins. My brother looks just like my dad did at his age. I look just like my mom when I straighten my hair.
Of course, in one picture of me that I saw this weekend, I also resembled a Chucky doll when I was about 2 years old. So, maybe this lesson should be taken with a grain of salt. (No comments from the peanut gallery, please.)
It's comforting to know that we resemble the people we came from and that those who come after us will carry a little bit of us with them. Because in my dad I see his mom and in my mom I see her dad. And in me, I see both of them. And that's a good thing.
Thanks, Mom & Dad. =)
I love you both!
Monday, July 21, 2008
Lesson #32
Lesson #32 - Compassion goes a long way.
While cleaning this weekend we came across a letter that had been sent to my dad after he'd been in a car accident while in pursuit of another vehicle. It was written be a woman who he had helped the week before when her vehicle was almost stolen. The woman wrote how she had just been about to write to the police department commending my dad for the compassion, kindness and professionalism he displayed when assisting her when she saw news of his accident in the newspaper. She wished him a speedy recovery, but it was more than that that made the letter special.
It was a lesson about how being compassionate can truly make things better, and in this case feel safer, in any situation. The genuine heartfelt gratitude that you could feel coming from this 30 year old letter was as real as if the siutation had happened just yesterday. It was a great reminder about how great my dad is, and how wonderful he is at providing calm in the midst of chaos.
So, to the woman who wrote the letter...thank you!
I love you, Mom & Dad!
While cleaning this weekend we came across a letter that had been sent to my dad after he'd been in a car accident while in pursuit of another vehicle. It was written be a woman who he had helped the week before when her vehicle was almost stolen. The woman wrote how she had just been about to write to the police department commending my dad for the compassion, kindness and professionalism he displayed when assisting her when she saw news of his accident in the newspaper. She wished him a speedy recovery, but it was more than that that made the letter special.
It was a lesson about how being compassionate can truly make things better, and in this case feel safer, in any situation. The genuine heartfelt gratitude that you could feel coming from this 30 year old letter was as real as if the siutation had happened just yesterday. It was a great reminder about how great my dad is, and how wonderful he is at providing calm in the midst of chaos.
So, to the woman who wrote the letter...thank you!
I love you, Mom & Dad!
Sunday, July 20, 2008
Lesson #31
Lesson #31 - Being a pack rat runs in the family.
Really, this is a lesson from my mom. While cleaning out the crawl space of the house where we grew up, I discovered that I tend to hang onto things....just like my mom.
There was the Michael Jackson pin from way back when he was black, the Easter Bunny Smurfette, and just about every paper I had ever written in college and high school. In my mom's boxes were the cards from their wedding (with gift value amounts penciled in), a feather doll (now complete with mouse droppings) and just about every trinket my brother and I ever made for her. Obviously, hers had more sentimental value than the Michael Jackson pin, but overall, we're both afflicted with a touch of pack-ratness.
So, the lesson was more of one that I'm not alone in my compulsion to "save things". Thanks, Mom. I feel better. =)
I love you both!
Really, this is a lesson from my mom. While cleaning out the crawl space of the house where we grew up, I discovered that I tend to hang onto things....just like my mom.
There was the Michael Jackson pin from way back when he was black, the Easter Bunny Smurfette, and just about every paper I had ever written in college and high school. In my mom's boxes were the cards from their wedding (with gift value amounts penciled in), a feather doll (now complete with mouse droppings) and just about every trinket my brother and I ever made for her. Obviously, hers had more sentimental value than the Michael Jackson pin, but overall, we're both afflicted with a touch of pack-ratness.
So, the lesson was more of one that I'm not alone in my compulsion to "save things". Thanks, Mom. I feel better. =)
I love you both!
Friday, July 18, 2008
Lesson #30
Lesson #30 - When you're sick, rest.
It's been a long week of not feeling well (summer colds are the worst), but I tried to follow the lesson I learned about being sick while I was growing up. If you're not feeling well, just rest.
So, I did and will continue to do so until I'm feeling not so yucky.
Good lesson, Mom & Dad!
I love you both!
It's been a long week of not feeling well (summer colds are the worst), but I tried to follow the lesson I learned about being sick while I was growing up. If you're not feeling well, just rest.
So, I did and will continue to do so until I'm feeling not so yucky.
Good lesson, Mom & Dad!
I love you both!
Monday, July 14, 2008
Lesson #29
Lesson #29 - If you're going to buy a parrot, make sure it doesn't curse (or think it's a vampire).
We grew up with a variety of pets. We had parakeets, parrots, fish, dogs, cats, my brother (hahahaha!), and we even had finches (or something that my dad was trying to raise in our garage once). Our most colorful pet was a parrot named Cassie.
She was a nasty parrot with a sailor's mouth and a mean streak that never ended. Of course, when we got her we knew none of that. Let's just say she made her true colors known rather quickly, but not quickly enough to give her back!
You'd think I would have then learned to make sure that any pet, but any bird especially, that I wanted to get was friendly and rated G. Well, sorry to say that lesson took awhile to learn.
I decided, the year after I graduated college to get a Sun Conure. Sweet looking little thing. His name was Sunny. Although, the morning I tried to put him back in his cage before I left for work and he jumped up and LATCHED his pointy, sharp as all get out beak on my NOSE, I had a few other choice names for him. Turns out he only liked men.
He adored my boyfriend, who is now my husband, and soon found a home at his apartment. The darn bird would be sitting on my hubby's shoulder and literally RUN across the back of the sofa to bite me if I was sitting to close...like 3 feet away. I seriously hated that bird.
SO, lesson learned the hard way, but hey, I learned, right? Thanks, Mom & Dad!
I love you both!
We grew up with a variety of pets. We had parakeets, parrots, fish, dogs, cats, my brother (hahahaha!), and we even had finches (or something that my dad was trying to raise in our garage once). Our most colorful pet was a parrot named Cassie.
She was a nasty parrot with a sailor's mouth and a mean streak that never ended. Of course, when we got her we knew none of that. Let's just say she made her true colors known rather quickly, but not quickly enough to give her back!
You'd think I would have then learned to make sure that any pet, but any bird especially, that I wanted to get was friendly and rated G. Well, sorry to say that lesson took awhile to learn.
I decided, the year after I graduated college to get a Sun Conure. Sweet looking little thing. His name was Sunny. Although, the morning I tried to put him back in his cage before I left for work and he jumped up and LATCHED his pointy, sharp as all get out beak on my NOSE, I had a few other choice names for him. Turns out he only liked men.
He adored my boyfriend, who is now my husband, and soon found a home at his apartment. The darn bird would be sitting on my hubby's shoulder and literally RUN across the back of the sofa to bite me if I was sitting to close...like 3 feet away. I seriously hated that bird.
SO, lesson learned the hard way, but hey, I learned, right? Thanks, Mom & Dad!
I love you both!
Sunday, July 13, 2008
Lesson #28
Lesson #28 - It's okay to make a boob cake for your father & get him a stripper - just don't let the kids see.
When my mom's dad "retired" she made him a big cake with boobs. They also got a stripper who danced around his chair in our backyard.
Honestly, that sort of event stays burned in your memory. It's a bit creepy to see a stripper around your grandfather and watch him cut into giant cake boobs.
So, the lesson here is that if you're going to do those things you really should make sure the kids are gone for the day. We learned that lesson the hard way!
Thanks (I think!), Mom & Dad! =)
I love you both!
When my mom's dad "retired" she made him a big cake with boobs. They also got a stripper who danced around his chair in our backyard.
Honestly, that sort of event stays burned in your memory. It's a bit creepy to see a stripper around your grandfather and watch him cut into giant cake boobs.
So, the lesson here is that if you're going to do those things you really should make sure the kids are gone for the day. We learned that lesson the hard way!
Thanks (I think!), Mom & Dad! =)
I love you both!
Saturday, July 12, 2008
Lesson #27
Lesson #27 - Share.
Sharing is a hard lesson to learn. Just ask the parents of two siblings close in age.
Luckily, my parents have never given up demonstrating this lesson. They share what they have with those who need it. They let others use their pool, their house, their resources...whatever it is, if they have it to lend they will.
They've even helped instill this lesson in my boys. I'll often catch them disagreeing (ha!) over who is going to play a certain video game when one of them will invariably say, "Mommom said we have to SHARE, you butta**!"
Hmm. Maybe we need a lesson in potty mouths. Next time. =)
Thanks, Mom & Dad!
I love you both!
Sharing is a hard lesson to learn. Just ask the parents of two siblings close in age.
Luckily, my parents have never given up demonstrating this lesson. They share what they have with those who need it. They let others use their pool, their house, their resources...whatever it is, if they have it to lend they will.
They've even helped instill this lesson in my boys. I'll often catch them disagreeing (ha!) over who is going to play a certain video game when one of them will invariably say, "Mommom said we have to SHARE, you butta**!"
Hmm. Maybe we need a lesson in potty mouths. Next time. =)
Thanks, Mom & Dad!
I love you both!
Friday, July 11, 2008
Lesson #26
Lesson #26 - Leave it better.
My parents have always been big advocates of leaving things better than they found them. That includes their impact on people too. Leaving people a little bit better than when they met them.
It's a good lesson and one that I've been acutely aware of these last few days as I venture back into the full-time work force. I work with the elderly and some have severe dementia and alzheimers. Some of them can't communicate with words, some don't know where they are and many of them don't remember things from day to day. Their families come and visit (at least for the most part), but it's not everyday and it's hard on the sons and daughters who love them so much, but aren't recognized all of the time.
So, as I've been going into this journey of working I've been thinking a lot about why I've been given this opportunity. My mom summed it up this morning - "You're good for them." Yes, I think I am. I interact with them, I ask them questions about their lives, I listen to them, and I make them feel as safe as I can. That's what I learned to do from my parents. That's what I hope to pass on to my kids. Leave them better. Whether it's with a smile, a laugh, or simply holding a hand...leave them better.
Thanks, Mom and Dad.
I love you both!
My parents have always been big advocates of leaving things better than they found them. That includes their impact on people too. Leaving people a little bit better than when they met them.
It's a good lesson and one that I've been acutely aware of these last few days as I venture back into the full-time work force. I work with the elderly and some have severe dementia and alzheimers. Some of them can't communicate with words, some don't know where they are and many of them don't remember things from day to day. Their families come and visit (at least for the most part), but it's not everyday and it's hard on the sons and daughters who love them so much, but aren't recognized all of the time.
So, as I've been going into this journey of working I've been thinking a lot about why I've been given this opportunity. My mom summed it up this morning - "You're good for them." Yes, I think I am. I interact with them, I ask them questions about their lives, I listen to them, and I make them feel as safe as I can. That's what I learned to do from my parents. That's what I hope to pass on to my kids. Leave them better. Whether it's with a smile, a laugh, or simply holding a hand...leave them better.
Thanks, Mom and Dad.
I love you both!
Thursday, July 10, 2008
Lesson #25
Lesson #25 - Family comes first.
Really, this should have been the very first lesson I shared. My parents have always put family first and have been a great example to us for doing this. There's never any doubt, ever, that if my brother or I needed them they'd be here in a heartbeat...or at least in about 5 hours. =)
When my baby girl was hospitalized in January my mom found out at 1-ish and was on a plane within an hour and a half. My dad made the calls, arranged the travel and my mom was on the plane and here by 7. Thankfully, the baby was fine, but it was a huge comfort knowing that they had arranged things and were here.
And that's just what family does. That's priceless. Thanks, Mom & Dad!
I love you both!
Really, this should have been the very first lesson I shared. My parents have always put family first and have been a great example to us for doing this. There's never any doubt, ever, that if my brother or I needed them they'd be here in a heartbeat...or at least in about 5 hours. =)
When my baby girl was hospitalized in January my mom found out at 1-ish and was on a plane within an hour and a half. My dad made the calls, arranged the travel and my mom was on the plane and here by 7. Thankfully, the baby was fine, but it was a huge comfort knowing that they had arranged things and were here.
And that's just what family does. That's priceless. Thanks, Mom & Dad!
I love you both!
Wednesday, July 9, 2008
Lesson #24
Lesson #24 - Don't be afraid to try new things.
This lesson ties in with yesterday's, but is on a broader scale. It's not so much about businesses and achievement, but about trying things that you'd like to do. From scuba diving and underwater videos to walking half-marathons and the Breast Cancer 3-Day, my parents just go for it.
When they decide they'd like to try something, they just do. My dad took flying lessons, my mom walked the Disney half-marathon and both of them had a blast. They're good examples of living their lives "out loud"....of not being afraid to try new things.
And that's a great lesson. =) Thanks, guys!
I love you both!
This lesson ties in with yesterday's, but is on a broader scale. It's not so much about businesses and achievement, but about trying things that you'd like to do. From scuba diving and underwater videos to walking half-marathons and the Breast Cancer 3-Day, my parents just go for it.
When they decide they'd like to try something, they just do. My dad took flying lessons, my mom walked the Disney half-marathon and both of them had a blast. They're good examples of living their lives "out loud"....of not being afraid to try new things.
And that's a great lesson. =) Thanks, guys!
I love you both!
Tuesday, July 8, 2008
Lesson #23
Lesson #23 - You can do whatever you put your mind to.
My parents have always been great go-getters. Not in the traditional pushy, yuppy sense, but more of a quiet determination to try new things and see where they lead. There have been a bevy of businesses and while some worked well and others not so much, there has always been a common thread. If you want to do it, you feel passionate about it, and you think it through you can do it.
Now just because you can do it, doesn't necessarily mean that it will be a smashing success, but if you think it's worth a try then go for it. It's a great lesson and one that even my best friend from 4th grade comments on all the time - giving credit to my parents' example.
Thanks, Mom & Dad! (Now, Mom, go follow YOUR dream. You've always wanted to be a nurse, so DO it. You'd make a GREAT nurse! Check out Excelsior College (University?)...they have an online RN program.)
Love you both! =)
My parents have always been great go-getters. Not in the traditional pushy, yuppy sense, but more of a quiet determination to try new things and see where they lead. There have been a bevy of businesses and while some worked well and others not so much, there has always been a common thread. If you want to do it, you feel passionate about it, and you think it through you can do it.
Now just because you can do it, doesn't necessarily mean that it will be a smashing success, but if you think it's worth a try then go for it. It's a great lesson and one that even my best friend from 4th grade comments on all the time - giving credit to my parents' example.
Thanks, Mom & Dad! (Now, Mom, go follow YOUR dream. You've always wanted to be a nurse, so DO it. You'd make a GREAT nurse! Check out Excelsior College (University?)...they have an online RN program.)
Love you both! =)
Monday, July 7, 2008
Lesson #22
Lesson #22 - If you're sending something out with your name on it make sure it's perfect.
My parents have always been very vigilant in making sure that things with their names, or their business' names, were proofread before being distributed. I'm also a big stickler for proofreading, but can freely admit that distractions sometimes get the best of me and typos occur.
A reminder of this lesson hit home this weekend while I was at work. There's a monthly newsletter that goes out to residents, family members and others related to the organization. Well, apparently there was no time to proofread, because July's calendar started on a Sunday and only had 30 days. The menu for the month had more typos than I could count and the font size was never reduced for long entries - hence, they were cut off.
Now I love where I work and I truly respect the people who own it. I just feel bad for them, because if one of my employees had sent out something like that with my name all over it, I'd be mortified.
Aw, well, it's a good lesson that hopefully will be learned quickly by the person who does the newsletters! Thanks, Mom & Dad!
I love you both!
My parents have always been very vigilant in making sure that things with their names, or their business' names, were proofread before being distributed. I'm also a big stickler for proofreading, but can freely admit that distractions sometimes get the best of me and typos occur.
A reminder of this lesson hit home this weekend while I was at work. There's a monthly newsletter that goes out to residents, family members and others related to the organization. Well, apparently there was no time to proofread, because July's calendar started on a Sunday and only had 30 days. The menu for the month had more typos than I could count and the font size was never reduced for long entries - hence, they were cut off.
Now I love where I work and I truly respect the people who own it. I just feel bad for them, because if one of my employees had sent out something like that with my name all over it, I'd be mortified.
Aw, well, it's a good lesson that hopefully will be learned quickly by the person who does the newsletters! Thanks, Mom & Dad!
I love you both!
Sunday, July 6, 2008
Happy Birthday, Dad!!
Happy birthday to you,
Happy birthday to you,
Happy birthday, dear Dad,
Happy birthday to you!!
We love you lots and hope you have a fantastic birthday!!
Love, hugs & smooches,
B, D, A, G, S & Kato, Skittles & Snickers
Happy birthday to you,
Happy birthday, dear Dad,
Happy birthday to you!!
We love you lots and hope you have a fantastic birthday!!
Love, hugs & smooches,
B, D, A, G, S & Kato, Skittles & Snickers
Saturday, July 5, 2008
Lesson #21
Lesson #21 - ALWAYS associate with positive people.
My Dad sent me this tidbit the other day and I must say, it is a good lesson he's passed down. My mom, too. They tend to attract people who are positive, because they're positive. It's rare to find either one of them being very negative about things. There's just no point in harping on the bad, so they focus on the good.
One thing I've noticed as I get older is that the positive people in your life tend to change. Sometimes those who are positive and good for you to be around become the most negative influences in your life. So, let them go. Surround yourself with the positive.
Lesson learned. Thanks, Mom & Dad!
I love you both!
My Dad sent me this tidbit the other day and I must say, it is a good lesson he's passed down. My mom, too. They tend to attract people who are positive, because they're positive. It's rare to find either one of them being very negative about things. There's just no point in harping on the bad, so they focus on the good.
One thing I've noticed as I get older is that the positive people in your life tend to change. Sometimes those who are positive and good for you to be around become the most negative influences in your life. So, let them go. Surround yourself with the positive.
Lesson learned. Thanks, Mom & Dad!
I love you both!
Friday, July 4, 2008
Lesson #20
Lesson #20 - If you're planning to surprise someone it has to be timed really well.
My dad traveled a lot for work while I was growing up and he especially hated going to Boston. It was, pardon the pun, just not his cup of tea. (hehehehe - sorry, I couldn't resist.)
Well, one time my mom got this brilliant idea to surprise him by flying up to meet him. All would have gone smoothly if the plane hadn't been a bit late and traffic wouldn't have been snarled. Timing, you know?
So, after a long day of training classes my dad calls home to say hi and chat with my mom. She, of course, is not there. So, I have to stall, because I'm the unlucky one who answered the phone.
Let's just say that trying to stall with my dad on the phone is not an easy task. I think he thought I was on drugs, because I was acting so strange. Thankfully, there was a knock on his door after a few minutes of him starting to get mad, because I was stalling and not putting my mom on the phone. Lo, and behold, it was my mom at the door.
So, from this little lesson I learned that if you're planning on surprising someone plan to arrive before they decide to call home. It will make for much happier phone conversations.
Love you both! =)
My dad traveled a lot for work while I was growing up and he especially hated going to Boston. It was, pardon the pun, just not his cup of tea. (hehehehe - sorry, I couldn't resist.)
Well, one time my mom got this brilliant idea to surprise him by flying up to meet him. All would have gone smoothly if the plane hadn't been a bit late and traffic wouldn't have been snarled. Timing, you know?
So, after a long day of training classes my dad calls home to say hi and chat with my mom. She, of course, is not there. So, I have to stall, because I'm the unlucky one who answered the phone.
Let's just say that trying to stall with my dad on the phone is not an easy task. I think he thought I was on drugs, because I was acting so strange. Thankfully, there was a knock on his door after a few minutes of him starting to get mad, because I was stalling and not putting my mom on the phone. Lo, and behold, it was my mom at the door.
So, from this little lesson I learned that if you're planning on surprising someone plan to arrive before they decide to call home. It will make for much happier phone conversations.
Love you both! =)
Thursday, July 3, 2008
Lesson #19
Lesson #19 - Marriage and love go hand in hand.
This is a fitting lesson today for two reasons. The first is that it's my 9th wedding anniversary. Thanks for walking me down the aisle, Dad!
The second is because my dad recently emailed me the following tidbit for the blog...
"This next sentence is 100% true; "I owe everything that I have been
able to accomplish to Mom." Period. That is not an exaggeration. She
has always encouraged me, supported me and done whatever was needed to
help me succeed.
Would it be possible to include Mom in my blog? Maybe make it my "Mom
& Dad" blog? Hey, I only was able to contribute so much. Mom
contributed everything to you guys."
My parents have been married for more years than you can shake a stick at. The biggest lesson they've taught us about marriage is that you just work it out. There's no such thing as a blissfully happy couple all of the time. It's not possible. But there is such thing as a couple who loves one another, is committed to one another and, no matter what, stands by one another. That's my parents. Great lesson. Thanks, Dad and Mom!
I love you both!
Wednesday, July 2, 2008
Lesson #18
Lesson #18: Art is in the eye of the beholder.
We bought our current house in the summer of 2005. My parents came to watch the kids while we went to Texas later that summer for a conference, and when we came home it was to find that my dad had decorated for us.
A lovely, framed Elvis picture hanging in our living room. It was like a picture from "Southern Living" or "How Not To Decorate." The boys thought it was hysterically funny and every now and again will bring up the time "Poppop hung a picture of Elvis on the wall!"
It's certainly not great art and was done all in fun. At least I think so. But the lesson was really that memories are usually made with laughter....at least in our family. It was a decoration that made us laugh and every time we think of it (or come across it when we delve into the abyss of the hall closet) we laugh again. It may not be great art, but everyone needs an Elvis picture to make them laugh and remember. Now if only we could find a spot for it....
I love you, Dad! Isn't your birthday coming up soon....?? =)
We bought our current house in the summer of 2005. My parents came to watch the kids while we went to Texas later that summer for a conference, and when we came home it was to find that my dad had decorated for us.
A lovely, framed Elvis picture hanging in our living room. It was like a picture from "Southern Living" or "How Not To Decorate." The boys thought it was hysterically funny and every now and again will bring up the time "Poppop hung a picture of Elvis on the wall!"
It's certainly not great art and was done all in fun. At least I think so. But the lesson was really that memories are usually made with laughter....at least in our family. It was a decoration that made us laugh and every time we think of it (or come across it when we delve into the abyss of the hall closet) we laugh again. It may not be great art, but everyone needs an Elvis picture to make them laugh and remember. Now if only we could find a spot for it....
I love you, Dad! Isn't your birthday coming up soon....?? =)
Tuesday, July 1, 2008
Lesson #17
Lesson #17: Learn to be handy.
This is a big one. Since my parents live on an island in the middle of nowhere my dad has learned to be extremely handy around the house. He still won't touch lunch meat, but he can replace screen, maintain a swimming pool, fix the roof, repair all sorts of things, and is now well-versed in a myriad of handyman tasks.
This is a great lesson, because it's encouraged me to become more handy around the house. I can replace a dishwasher, install a washer and dryer, replace screen, balance our pool's levels, replace an outlet without electrocuting myself, and a bunch of other things. In fact, as I was fixing the screen the other day, the boys asked where I'd learned to do such a task. They were mighty impressed, but not really that surprised, when I said that my dad had taught me.
Thanks for this great lesson, Dad! I hope I can pass it on to my kids too!
I love you!
This is a big one. Since my parents live on an island in the middle of nowhere my dad has learned to be extremely handy around the house. He still won't touch lunch meat, but he can replace screen, maintain a swimming pool, fix the roof, repair all sorts of things, and is now well-versed in a myriad of handyman tasks.
This is a great lesson, because it's encouraged me to become more handy around the house. I can replace a dishwasher, install a washer and dryer, replace screen, balance our pool's levels, replace an outlet without electrocuting myself, and a bunch of other things. In fact, as I was fixing the screen the other day, the boys asked where I'd learned to do such a task. They were mighty impressed, but not really that surprised, when I said that my dad had taught me.
Thanks for this great lesson, Dad! I hope I can pass it on to my kids too!
I love you!
Monday, June 30, 2008
Lesson #16
Lesson #16: It's okay to have cats (just don't admit it).
Ask my parents if they have pets and the answer is an emphatic NO! Followed by a meek, "Well, there are a couple of cats that come around." Let's just say that at one time of another there were about 900 cats that they were feeding everyday. Okay, maybe not 900, but certainly enough that they could have opened their own cat shelter.
Remember, they live on an island. So, really, those cats are going to keep coming back.
My dad doesn't like it to get around, but he's attached to those furry hairballs. He even saved one that got his poor, tiny paw stuck in the screen door track. My boys still talk about that. How Poppop saved the poor, little kitten. Awwwww.
So, now the boys think (honest to goodness), that it's okay to have a lot of cats...feed them, give them water, NAME them....as long as you say you don't have pets. Huh. I think this lesson comes with a bill for Meow Mix.
Love you, Dad! =)
Ask my parents if they have pets and the answer is an emphatic NO! Followed by a meek, "Well, there are a couple of cats that come around." Let's just say that at one time of another there were about 900 cats that they were feeding everyday. Okay, maybe not 900, but certainly enough that they could have opened their own cat shelter.
Remember, they live on an island. So, really, those cats are going to keep coming back.
My dad doesn't like it to get around, but he's attached to those furry hairballs. He even saved one that got his poor, tiny paw stuck in the screen door track. My boys still talk about that. How Poppop saved the poor, little kitten. Awwwww.
So, now the boys think (honest to goodness), that it's okay to have a lot of cats...feed them, give them water, NAME them....as long as you say you don't have pets. Huh. I think this lesson comes with a bill for Meow Mix.
Love you, Dad! =)
Sunday, June 29, 2008
Lesson #15
Lesson #15: Bologna should be fried.
I remember coming home from church every week and getting lunch ready with my mom. My dad would always want fried bologna. Extra crispy, please. Oddly enough, that's the way I like my bologna too.
Unfried it's slightly slimy and mushy. Fried it's crispy and bacon-esque.
Good lesson. Bologna should always be fried. Thanks, Dad!
I love you!
(P.S. - The boys are big fans of fried bologna too and every time they eat it they say, "Hey, Poppop likes fried bologna too!" Nothing like a lesson that's been passed down from generation to generation!)
I remember coming home from church every week and getting lunch ready with my mom. My dad would always want fried bologna. Extra crispy, please. Oddly enough, that's the way I like my bologna too.
Unfried it's slightly slimy and mushy. Fried it's crispy and bacon-esque.
Good lesson. Bologna should always be fried. Thanks, Dad!
I love you!
(P.S. - The boys are big fans of fried bologna too and every time they eat it they say, "Hey, Poppop likes fried bologna too!" Nothing like a lesson that's been passed down from generation to generation!)
Saturday, June 28, 2008
Lesson #14
Lesson #14: If you want things to change you have to get involved.
When I was in high school my dad ran for supervisor of our township. He won and became a member of an elite group of governing members. As a daughter, it was kind of cool to have my dad be a Supervisor. His photo still hangs in the township building alongside other former and current members of the board.
And now that he lives on a small (and I do mean small) island in the middle of the Carribbean you'd think he'd be kicking back. Well, not quite. Now he's on the board of the civic association. He's involved again.
The lesson in this comes from what happens when my dad gets involved in things. He changes them...and for the better. What others say can't be done, he does. What others say there's not enough money for, he finds a way to fund. What others complain about, he just gets it done. He's taught us that if we want things to change, we have to try to change them ourselves. And that's a powerful lesson. Thanks, Dad!
I love you!!
When I was in high school my dad ran for supervisor of our township. He won and became a member of an elite group of governing members. As a daughter, it was kind of cool to have my dad be a Supervisor. His photo still hangs in the township building alongside other former and current members of the board.
And now that he lives on a small (and I do mean small) island in the middle of the Carribbean you'd think he'd be kicking back. Well, not quite. Now he's on the board of the civic association. He's involved again.
The lesson in this comes from what happens when my dad gets involved in things. He changes them...and for the better. What others say can't be done, he does. What others say there's not enough money for, he finds a way to fund. What others complain about, he just gets it done. He's taught us that if we want things to change, we have to try to change them ourselves. And that's a powerful lesson. Thanks, Dad!
I love you!!
Friday, June 27, 2008
Lesson #13
Lesson #13: Make a list.
For as long as I can remember my dad has kept a notepad,usually a yellow legal pad, on his desk with a list of things to do. Everyday he writes his list and everyday things get crossed off.
It helps him organize his time, feel accomplished, and prioritize tasks.
I'm happy to say that this is a lesson that I whole heartily embrace. My husband usually gets bug eyes when I show him lists of things that I want to get done, but it works for me. I like crossing off things as I go through the day and it helps me remember what it is I have to do. Sometimes after chasing around the kids I'm a bit scatterbrained so it helps me come back to reality.
My dad was and still is right. Start a to do list. Then mark things off as you do them. You'll feel better about your day and you'll sleep a little easier at night. Thanks, Dad!
I love you!
For as long as I can remember my dad has kept a notepad,usually a yellow legal pad, on his desk with a list of things to do. Everyday he writes his list and everyday things get crossed off.
It helps him organize his time, feel accomplished, and prioritize tasks.
I'm happy to say that this is a lesson that I whole heartily embrace. My husband usually gets bug eyes when I show him lists of things that I want to get done, but it works for me. I like crossing off things as I go through the day and it helps me remember what it is I have to do. Sometimes after chasing around the kids I'm a bit scatterbrained so it helps me come back to reality.
My dad was and still is right. Start a to do list. Then mark things off as you do them. You'll feel better about your day and you'll sleep a little easier at night. Thanks, Dad!
I love you!
Thursday, June 26, 2008
Lesson #12
Lesson #12: Just Say No
Well, yesterday's post made me think about all of the people that came into our lives while growing up via my dad's business.
There was a very, very nice gentleman who visited from Brazil. A nice guy with none of the arrogance of yesterday's said employee. Well, this man from Brazil was thrilled with the cost of things here in the U.S. and spent a ton of money on things for his family back home. He was quite generous and was touched by my parents' hospitality and the way he was so warmly welcomed to our small part of the world.
In fact, he was so touched that he offered my parents a present. A maid. A maid who he'd send up from Brazil and who could live on a cot in our laundry room. The gift of humanity.
What lesson did we learn from this? Yes, that's right...if anyone offers to send you a maid from a foreign country just politely say no. See? We learned some heavy life lessons early on in life! =)
I love you, Dad!
(And just in case my brother is reading this, NO, the offer probably does not still stand and you can't hire someone to clean your house and live in the laundry room.)
Well, yesterday's post made me think about all of the people that came into our lives while growing up via my dad's business.
There was a very, very nice gentleman who visited from Brazil. A nice guy with none of the arrogance of yesterday's said employee. Well, this man from Brazil was thrilled with the cost of things here in the U.S. and spent a ton of money on things for his family back home. He was quite generous and was touched by my parents' hospitality and the way he was so warmly welcomed to our small part of the world.
In fact, he was so touched that he offered my parents a present. A maid. A maid who he'd send up from Brazil and who could live on a cot in our laundry room. The gift of humanity.
What lesson did we learn from this? Yes, that's right...if anyone offers to send you a maid from a foreign country just politely say no. See? We learned some heavy life lessons early on in life! =)
I love you, Dad!
(And just in case my brother is reading this, NO, the offer probably does not still stand and you can't hire someone to clean your house and live in the laundry room.)
Wednesday, June 25, 2008
Lesson #11
Lesson #11: Put as much milk in your cereal as you want.
I'm sticking with the milk theme here, because after writing yesterday's post it reminded me of an incident that occurred at least 20 years ago, but still gets brought up quite often.
One of my dad's employees came to stay with us for a few days many years ago. He was an....interesting man. Actually, I always thought he was a little creepy, but shhh.... =)
So, the night he got there he wanted a bowl of cereal. My dad decided to have one too. Well, this man was very opinionated and proceeded to tell my father that he was putting too much milk in his own cereal. Yes, apparently my father was using too much milk in his own cereal in his own house. The milk hog.
You may have guessed what happened next, but if you haven't it's spelled H-I-V-E. Yep, my dad got a great big hive starting on his forehead. He gets hives when he's stressed.
We have used this little story about employee X (who is no longer an employee, by the way), to tease one another just about every chance we get about how much milk is put in the cereal bowl. It was a good lesson in tolerance, hospitality and keeping the gun cabinet locked at all times.=)
I love you, Dad!
I'm sticking with the milk theme here, because after writing yesterday's post it reminded me of an incident that occurred at least 20 years ago, but still gets brought up quite often.
One of my dad's employees came to stay with us for a few days many years ago. He was an....interesting man. Actually, I always thought he was a little creepy, but shhh.... =)
So, the night he got there he wanted a bowl of cereal. My dad decided to have one too. Well, this man was very opinionated and proceeded to tell my father that he was putting too much milk in his own cereal. Yes, apparently my father was using too much milk in his own cereal in his own house. The milk hog.
You may have guessed what happened next, but if you haven't it's spelled H-I-V-E. Yep, my dad got a great big hive starting on his forehead. He gets hives when he's stressed.
We have used this little story about employee X (who is no longer an employee, by the way), to tease one another just about every chance we get about how much milk is put in the cereal bowl. It was a good lesson in tolerance, hospitality and keeping the gun cabinet locked at all times.=)
I love you, Dad!
Tuesday, June 24, 2008
Lesson #10
Lesson #10: Cookies taste better with a big, cold glass of milk.
My dad has never been one for a lot of sweets (unlike me!). He does like his Oreos though. Plain old Oreos - not the new fancy, schmancy ones or the generic sandwich cookies. And really there's no comparison between the Oreos and the generic cookies. Oreos win hands down.
Whenever he has Oreos he also has a big, cold glass of milk for dunking. It may not seem like there'd be a lesson in this simple act, but I think there is.
For me it's a reminder to savor the simple things. Sometimes there's nothing better than cookies and milk...not a million dollars, not a huge mansion high on some hill, not anything money can buy. Sometimes milk and cookies are all that you really need.
I love you, Dad!
My dad has never been one for a lot of sweets (unlike me!). He does like his Oreos though. Plain old Oreos - not the new fancy, schmancy ones or the generic sandwich cookies. And really there's no comparison between the Oreos and the generic cookies. Oreos win hands down.
Whenever he has Oreos he also has a big, cold glass of milk for dunking. It may not seem like there'd be a lesson in this simple act, but I think there is.
For me it's a reminder to savor the simple things. Sometimes there's nothing better than cookies and milk...not a million dollars, not a huge mansion high on some hill, not anything money can buy. Sometimes milk and cookies are all that you really need.
I love you, Dad!
Monday, June 23, 2008
Lesson #9
Lesson #9: Spelling is important.
For some reason this morning I was thinking about spelling and I remembered being in school and having to study for spelling tests. Never a fun task. Unless my dad was helping me study, that is.
I remember him giving me tricks for remembering words and patiently quizzing me over and over until I got all of the words right. He'd even ask me again in the morning on his way out to work. So, I'm now a stickler for spelling. It's hard to fight the urge to circle misspellings in bright red ink....especially when it's somewhere prominent (like on a menu board sign outside of Applebee's...just as an example *grin*).
But the lesson isn't really about spelling. It's about taking the time to help. No matter how busy or tired or overwhelmed you find yourself, helping someone else (even with spelling words)can leave a lasting impression. Thanks for the help, Dad!
I love you!!
(And just in case the Applebee's sign writer is reading...."Apple" is not spelled "Appel".)
For some reason this morning I was thinking about spelling and I remembered being in school and having to study for spelling tests. Never a fun task. Unless my dad was helping me study, that is.
I remember him giving me tricks for remembering words and patiently quizzing me over and over until I got all of the words right. He'd even ask me again in the morning on his way out to work. So, I'm now a stickler for spelling. It's hard to fight the urge to circle misspellings in bright red ink....especially when it's somewhere prominent (like on a menu board sign outside of Applebee's...just as an example *grin*).
But the lesson isn't really about spelling. It's about taking the time to help. No matter how busy or tired or overwhelmed you find yourself, helping someone else (even with spelling words)can leave a lasting impression. Thanks for the help, Dad!
I love you!!
(And just in case the Applebee's sign writer is reading...."Apple" is not spelled "Appel".)
Sunday, June 22, 2008
Lesson #8
Lesson #8: If you drive fast keep the FOP badge on the license plate and don't get caught.
My dad used to have a black Corvette. Convertible with red leather interior. I was a teenager and, boy, was that a cool car. Even if I hadn't been a teenager it still would have been a cool car. The fun though was when we'd just go out for a drive...just me and my dad.
We'd go across a stretch of road that just begged for speed. So, we usually went pretty darn fast....top down, wind rushing in our hair...fun! Sometimes I'd wave like Miss America as we traveled down the road. People would look and we'd laugh. Goofy, but that's okay...see lesson #7. =)
Of course, by the time my kids get old enough to drive I'll have to have deleted this post so that they don't get any ideas. But it was fun and it's a good memory. Thanks, Dad!
I love you!
My dad used to have a black Corvette. Convertible with red leather interior. I was a teenager and, boy, was that a cool car. Even if I hadn't been a teenager it still would have been a cool car. The fun though was when we'd just go out for a drive...just me and my dad.
We'd go across a stretch of road that just begged for speed. So, we usually went pretty darn fast....top down, wind rushing in our hair...fun! Sometimes I'd wave like Miss America as we traveled down the road. People would look and we'd laugh. Goofy, but that's okay...see lesson #7. =)
Of course, by the time my kids get old enough to drive I'll have to have deleted this post so that they don't get any ideas. But it was fun and it's a good memory. Thanks, Dad!
I love you!
Saturday, June 21, 2008
Lesson #7
I know my dad thinks I forgot to post today, but alas, no such luck. =)
Just a late night of working and a busy day of child chasing yesterday made for little time to type. I've been trying to get the posts typed the day before so that they'll post before he wakes up in the morning.
So, today's lesson...
Lesson #7: It's okay to be goofy.
Anyone that knows my dad knows that this is a no brainer. He has a wickedly sick sense of humor (that I am proud to say I've inherited) and isn't (usually) afraid to be a bit goofy...like letting his grandkids play "dress up" with him or getting a talking monkey head and setting it to go off when people walk by just to freak them out. Thepictures of the make-up/hair-do session are stuck on my cell phone, but boy, would they be fun to post here.... =)
So, thanks, Dad. For showing us by example that goofiness is okay; humor is essential and life is too short not to wear lip gloss. =)
I love you!
Just a late night of working and a busy day of child chasing yesterday made for little time to type. I've been trying to get the posts typed the day before so that they'll post before he wakes up in the morning.
So, today's lesson...
Lesson #7: It's okay to be goofy.
Anyone that knows my dad knows that this is a no brainer. He has a wickedly sick sense of humor (that I am proud to say I've inherited) and isn't (usually) afraid to be a bit goofy...like letting his grandkids play "dress up" with him or getting a talking monkey head and setting it to go off when people walk by just to freak them out. Thepictures of the make-up/hair-do session are stuck on my cell phone, but boy, would they be fun to post here.... =)
So, thanks, Dad. For showing us by example that goofiness is okay; humor is essential and life is too short not to wear lip gloss. =)
I love you!
Friday, June 20, 2008
Lesson #6
Lesson #6: When trying to protect your newly coated, newly made pool don't drop cinder blocks in it. And whatever you do, don't let go of the wet vac.
So, the pool, the long awaited in ground pool, was finally finished and all that was left was some outside cosmetic work on the stairs. The large piece of plastic covering the pristine water was held down by cinder blocks. What was my brilliant idea? Pull the cover to the side and drape it over the wire fencing. Sounds simple enough. Yeah, well, there were holes in the plastic and as we tried to roll the cover it started taking on water - making it impossible to actually lift the plastic out of the pool. So, being the smarty that I am, I jumped into the pool - fully clothed - and tried to use my Herculean strength to lift the plastic out. Yeah, great idea, only one of the cinder blocks fell into the pool.
I have to give my dad credit, the hives were starting to pop out on his forehead and he still managed to keep a little bit of his cool. After all, he loves me and I was pregnant and it would look bad to kill a pregnant lady over a cinder block. We managed to get it out and there was no damage. Of course, now there were big pieces of cinder in the pool.
This called for the wet vac. At this point, I pointed out that a pool vacuum might be a good investment. And yet another hive popped into existence on his forehead.
So, there we are, my mom and I, holding onto the wet vac that's plugged into the outlet as my dad dives under the water to suck up the cinder with the wet vac hose. Maybe this lesson should be part of a "Top 10 Things Never To Do" post. =)
Anyway, the lesson is to keep cinder blocks away from the pool, don't dive underwater with a wet vac, and make sure you're a couple thousand miles away from your dad when you retell this little story. I can just feel the hives popping up all the way from here!
Love you, Dad!
So, the pool, the long awaited in ground pool, was finally finished and all that was left was some outside cosmetic work on the stairs. The large piece of plastic covering the pristine water was held down by cinder blocks. What was my brilliant idea? Pull the cover to the side and drape it over the wire fencing. Sounds simple enough. Yeah, well, there were holes in the plastic and as we tried to roll the cover it started taking on water - making it impossible to actually lift the plastic out of the pool. So, being the smarty that I am, I jumped into the pool - fully clothed - and tried to use my Herculean strength to lift the plastic out. Yeah, great idea, only one of the cinder blocks fell into the pool.
I have to give my dad credit, the hives were starting to pop out on his forehead and he still managed to keep a little bit of his cool. After all, he loves me and I was pregnant and it would look bad to kill a pregnant lady over a cinder block. We managed to get it out and there was no damage. Of course, now there were big pieces of cinder in the pool.
This called for the wet vac. At this point, I pointed out that a pool vacuum might be a good investment. And yet another hive popped into existence on his forehead.
So, there we are, my mom and I, holding onto the wet vac that's plugged into the outlet as my dad dives under the water to suck up the cinder with the wet vac hose. Maybe this lesson should be part of a "Top 10 Things Never To Do" post. =)
Anyway, the lesson is to keep cinder blocks away from the pool, don't dive underwater with a wet vac, and make sure you're a couple thousand miles away from your dad when you retell this little story. I can just feel the hives popping up all the way from here!
Love you, Dad!
Thursday, June 19, 2008
Lesson #5
Lesson #5: You can pick your friends, you can pick your nose, but you can't pick your friend's nose.
Sage advice, I tell you. Really when you think about it, that little gem has more implications than what you may initially think. Sure, the obvious nose-picking idea is tried and true, but how else can you apply that to your life?
It's a good reminder that you can't do everything for everyone. Even those you care about. Sometimes you have to let them pick their own noses. Literally and figuratively speaking, that is.
The lesson can also apply to the rules of social interaction and personal hygiene. Think about it. Happy picking!
I love you, Dad!
Sage advice, I tell you. Really when you think about it, that little gem has more implications than what you may initially think. Sure, the obvious nose-picking idea is tried and true, but how else can you apply that to your life?
It's a good reminder that you can't do everything for everyone. Even those you care about. Sometimes you have to let them pick their own noses. Literally and figuratively speaking, that is.
The lesson can also apply to the rules of social interaction and personal hygiene. Think about it. Happy picking!
I love you, Dad!
Wednesday, June 18, 2008
Lesson #4
Lesson #4: Don't wear your underwear on the outside of your pants.
Gee...need I say more?
I love you, Dad! =)
Gee...need I say more?
I love you, Dad! =)
Tuesday, June 17, 2008
Lesson #3
Lesson #3: If You Don't Have Anything To Say, Stop Talking
My dad is not a big phone talker. He tends to only answer when my mom is out or indisposed of...and you can hear the "oh crap, I have to answer the phone" feeling in his voice. I don't blame him. I'm not really fond of the phone either (unless I'm talking to my mom...then I can blab for hours - poor mom). And it's not anything personal (at least I hope not!), he just doesn't like talking on the phone.
So, when we do have one of our phone conversations it will last a few minutes until he says, "Okay, I'm out of things to say." And that will be it. If you don't have anything left to say, stop talking.
That's a great lesson to apply to all aspects of social interaction. Co-workers, family, friends...sometimes we all tend to talk TOO much. And too much talk is not all it's cracked up to be. How many times have I said something I probably shouldn't have said and regretted it the moment it came out of my mouth.
And that's all I have to say about that.
I love you, Dad!
My dad is not a big phone talker. He tends to only answer when my mom is out or indisposed of...and you can hear the "oh crap, I have to answer the phone" feeling in his voice. I don't blame him. I'm not really fond of the phone either (unless I'm talking to my mom...then I can blab for hours - poor mom). And it's not anything personal (at least I hope not!), he just doesn't like talking on the phone.
So, when we do have one of our phone conversations it will last a few minutes until he says, "Okay, I'm out of things to say." And that will be it. If you don't have anything left to say, stop talking.
That's a great lesson to apply to all aspects of social interaction. Co-workers, family, friends...sometimes we all tend to talk TOO much. And too much talk is not all it's cracked up to be. How many times have I said something I probably shouldn't have said and regretted it the moment it came out of my mouth.
And that's all I have to say about that.
I love you, Dad!
Monday, June 16, 2008
Lesson #2
Lesson #2: "Stop laughing!"
This one dates back to when I was, oh, maybe 12. We were sitting in a Mexican restaurant on vacation/work in California and I was just...happy. For no reason other than being together, having a good time, etc., etc. So, I started to laugh. Giggle really. In a 12 year old girl sort of way. Slightly annoying I know now, but it was a giggle of just pure happiness.
"Stop laughing! Nothing's funny! Just stop laughing!"
Aw, Dad. You got so upset and I just couldn't help myself. The angrier you got the funnier I thought it was that you were mad that I was laughing. So, I just couldn't stop. Even thinking about it now makes me snort trying to hold back laughter.
Boy, did my dad get mad. And STAY mad! The entire flight home from California to Pennsylvania was made in stony silence the next day. Even that was funny, but heaven knows I didn't want to start laughing again.
Okay, so what's the lesson? The lesson is that it's the little things that make the memories that last. It's those moments that you don't plan, can't plan, and probably wouldn't want to plan that shape the fabric of a family. And it's a good memory. It's a funny one and it's one that reminds me that it's those little moments that matter. Thanks for that, Dad.
I love you.
This one dates back to when I was, oh, maybe 12. We were sitting in a Mexican restaurant on vacation/work in California and I was just...happy. For no reason other than being together, having a good time, etc., etc. So, I started to laugh. Giggle really. In a 12 year old girl sort of way. Slightly annoying I know now, but it was a giggle of just pure happiness.
"Stop laughing! Nothing's funny! Just stop laughing!"
Aw, Dad. You got so upset and I just couldn't help myself. The angrier you got the funnier I thought it was that you were mad that I was laughing. So, I just couldn't stop. Even thinking about it now makes me snort trying to hold back laughter.
Boy, did my dad get mad. And STAY mad! The entire flight home from California to Pennsylvania was made in stony silence the next day. Even that was funny, but heaven knows I didn't want to start laughing again.
Okay, so what's the lesson? The lesson is that it's the little things that make the memories that last. It's those moments that you don't plan, can't plan, and probably wouldn't want to plan that shape the fabric of a family. And it's a good memory. It's a funny one and it's one that reminds me that it's those little moments that matter. Thanks for that, Dad.
I love you.
Sunday, June 15, 2008
Lesson #1
Lesson #1:
"I brought you into this world, I can take you out. It doesn't make any difference to me; I can make another one just like you."
This little gem was borrowed from Bill Cosby and was a mantra when I was growing up. Although said (mostly!) as a joke, it got some pretty good mileage and can still be heard every once in awhile. Usually when the grandkids are around....but honestly, it doesn't quite have the same effect. They don't seem to get it and it sounds slightly creepy having their grandfather say it.
So, what's the lesson? That my dad has a Bill-Cosby-esque sense of humor. And anyone who has ever heard Bill Cosby knows that he's got a great heart, loved his Huxtable kids, and was a great Huxtable dad. Just like my dad....except not the "Huxtable" part.
Love you, Dad!
"I brought you into this world, I can take you out. It doesn't make any difference to me; I can make another one just like you."
This little gem was borrowed from Bill Cosby and was a mantra when I was growing up. Although said (mostly!) as a joke, it got some pretty good mileage and can still be heard every once in awhile. Usually when the grandkids are around....but honestly, it doesn't quite have the same effect. They don't seem to get it and it sounds slightly creepy having their grandfather say it.
So, what's the lesson? That my dad has a Bill-Cosby-esque sense of humor. And anyone who has ever heard Bill Cosby knows that he's got a great heart, loved his Huxtable kids, and was a great Huxtable dad. Just like my dad....except not the "Huxtable" part.
Love you, Dad!
Happy Father's Day, Dad!
It's Father's Day 2008 and this year there's no tie for you! It would clash horribly with your Hawaiian shirts and look too creepy with the tank tops. So, what do you get you may wonder? A generic gift certificate, a picture collage, a tiny blue Speedo? Nope!
You get THIS!
Wahoo! A blog dedicated just to you! (You can wipe away the tears now. Yes, this really is your present.)
I hope I don't embarrass you too much as I share the tidbits and snippets of wisdom that you've passed down to your offspring! It'll be like a "Daily Dose of Dad Wisdom." =)
Happy Father's Day, Dad! I love you!
You get THIS!
Wahoo! A blog dedicated just to you! (You can wipe away the tears now. Yes, this really is your present.)
I hope I don't embarrass you too much as I share the tidbits and snippets of wisdom that you've passed down to your offspring! It'll be like a "Daily Dose of Dad Wisdom." =)
Happy Father's Day, Dad! I love you!
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