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Dads and Daughters
I was 16 years old. I wore a padded bra because I was so damned flat chested I worried people would confuse me for a boy. I had one of those damn spiral perms and I looked like I was wearing triangle on my head.
In my eyes, I was freaking hot.
It was the summer and I was boyfriendless; (having already given Boo the ceremonial boot before school started,) I was on the prowl for a little romance.
Of course, romance then is a defined differently than romance now. I was more interested in french kissing and the occasional boob graze back then. Now, I’m more interested in someone folding the laundry for me and maybe taking out the garbage.
After a marathon telephone call with my girlfriend, we gathered our troops and made plans to all meet at the local hotspot downtown. A popular restaurant the older boys frequented. We’d doll ourselves up, drink virgin margaritas and hope to land a big fish.
I didn’t drive yet, I was too scared to attempt to take the driver’s test, so I hopped on a bus and tried to block out the image of the skeevy 40ish year old man with long stringy brown whiskers leering at me and my padded chest, as I made my way to my destination.
Dinner was uneventful. The restaurant was packed. With families. Not a teenaged boy in sight. Still, we had a good time, pretending to be sophisticated. One of my friends decided to come back to my place and I was thrilled to have company on the bus ride home.
The bus was running late, so my friend and I sat on a bench gossiping the way 16 year old girls do, when two men rode by on the busy city street on their bicycles. One was blonde, the other dark and mysterious.
It was like a scene out of a low budget movie. The dark haired man took one look at me and then did a fast double take. He immediately called to his friend and suddenly they stopped pedaling their bikes and jumped the curb onto the sidewalk and out of traffic’s way.
I looked at my friend, curious what this was about, why these men looked at us and stopped so suddenly. As they walked their bikes closer to us, I saw they weren’t as old as I thought, they were teenage boys.
The night suddenly got a whole lot better.
The dark haired, muscular one was named Cam. He didn’t stop staring at me the entire time we giggled and flirted and I felt on fire. Giddy with the power of being able to attract such a young studly dude.
Then, all too quickly, the bus arrived. I was crushed. Cam quickly scribbled my phone number on his fore arm and promised to call. Him and his friend madly pedaled after the bus, as my friend and I sat in the back seat watching them, until the bus pulled further and further away.
I never really believed he would call. He was 19. Too old to be interested in me. But it sure felt good to be a traffic stopper for one night in my life.
Except, he did call. And thus was the start of a torrid teen romance. Torrid as in a lot of french kissing and constant evasion of his grabby hands so he wouldn’t discover my breasts were actually cotton padding.
My dad didn’t like this boy. He was too big, too muscular and too old for me. He growled whenever Cam called or showed up at my house, hot and sweaty from his long bike ride to my house.
It didn’t matter to me that he didn’t have a car. Or that he worked in an electronics store instead of going to university or college. Or a loser by other people’s standards. He was my summer romance, my heart and the fact he annoyed my father just added more excitement to push my teen age crush to higher levels.
One night, Cam and I sat on the front steps of my house, chatting under the stars and sneaking furtive kisses in when ever we could. My dad sat in the living room, glancing out the big bay window every few minutes in a fatherly bid to ensure my chastity, my virginity.
Fatherly delusions. Apparently he was worried I’d strip buck nekkid and hand over my well-guarded cherry on our front lawn in the middle of suburbia, with the first older boy who pedaled my way.
Apparently, I inherited my over-active imagination from my daddy.
It was 11:30 at night and my curfew was midnight. As every minute ticked past on the clock hanging above my father’s head, he became more and more agitated.
I grew more and more enamored with my bicycle riding boyfriend.
At 11:35, my dad came to the front door and growled through the screen that it was time for me to come in.
I brushed him off, in that way snotty teenaged girls do, and told him I would be right in. I had no such plans on coming in. My curfew was midnight, and not a minute before.
Cam and I continued to talk and a few more minutes later, my dad increased his volume and bellowed at me to get “my skinny ass into the house, before he had to come out there and get me.”
Rolling my eyes, I yelled back at Dad, “Mom said I could stay out till midnight.” Like jeez dude, wtf? Back off, I’m getting my romantic rocks off out here and you are killing my mojo. Duh.
I was a cheeky little witch back then. Not at all like the docile, rule abiding woman I am now. Heh.
Several more minutes passed along with a few more stolen kisses, when the screen door banged open and my dad stood there in his robe, steaming pouring out his ears.
“If you don’t get your ass in the house right this minute young lady, you are gonna regret it.”
I looked at my dad with horror on my face. How dare he embarrass me in front of my boyfriend? How could he do this to me? Yet my survival instinct kicked in, and I knew I was in danger of getting my just desserts.
“Fine,” I snottily replied. “I’m coming in. RIGHT now. Sheesh. I’m just saying goodnight.” And then I turned my back to my dad and apologized to Cam for my dad’s behaviour. As my dad stood and watched. Because I had a death wish, apparently.
Dad backed off, or so I thought, and in my hormone addled brain, I pushed. Dammit, I still had ten minutes before my curfew and he could just bite my skinny little arse if he thought I was going in a minute earlier, I thought to myself.
So I snuck in another kiss. And another. And a few more minutes rolled by. And unbeknownst to me, my dad was slowly losing his mind over my disobedience and my cheekiness and the audacity of this man to ignore his wishes and leave.
Just as my tongue was in this kid’s mouth and half way down his throat, my dad came thundering out of the house, ready to kill.
Cam, knowing full well when his life is in danger, jumped up from having me inspect his tonsils, and started running. For his life. Like a weeny.
Picture a dark haired teen, running down the empty side walk of a surburban city block with a 43 year old man hot on his tail screaming at him to “Get your ass back here so I can choke the life out of you, you little shit!”
Now picture the same scene knowing my dad was wearing nothing but a pair of dirty tighty-whiteys and barefoot to boot. While chasing a teenaged boy down the block.
I stood there, stupefied and beyond mortified, yelling at my dad to “Stop EMBARRASSING me, DADDY!” while tears streamed down my face.
I was horrified. And slightly terrified, because if I incited my dad’s wrath enough for him to run down the sidewalk, barefoot and in his gonch, you can bet your ass there would be hell to pay when he got back and got his hands on me.
The seconds slowly ticked by until I could no longer see either man. The last image I had in my head before slowly making my way down to my bedroom to pray for leniency was Cam looking over his shoulder with fear on his face and my dad closing the gap between the two of them.
And there may have been a skid mark on the back of his underwear.
Fifteen long minutes later, my dad came back into the house and into my room, huffing and puffing. He was out of breath from his impromptu midnight run and pissed off that he couldn’t catch the little bastard who was macking out on his daughter.
I wailed at Dad at how he ruined my life. He bellered back that that was good, since I was now grounded for the rest of it.
“He’s never going to want to date me again,” I cried after my dad when he left the room with out a sympathizing bone in his body.
“Not if he knows what’s good for him,” Dad growled back.
Apparently, Cam did know what was good for him. He managed to hop over some fences and hid like a pansy ass in the bushes of my neighbour’s yard and waited two hours before he slunk back to my house and retrieved his bicycle. Or so I later heard from a friend of a friend.
I never heard back from him again. Ever.
My dad was quite proud of himself. I was not.
But boy did I learn to listen to my dad after that, and not push his buttons. Heh.
My dad will never chase after another boy again, in his life. Time and disease has taken a toll on his still young body and today he’s in surgery having part of both feet removed.
In an effort to prolong his life.
I didn’t appreciate all that my dad did for me, for our family when I was younger. I didn’t see the blisters and sore muscles he rubbed every day as he worked his tail off to support our family.
I didn’t appreciate all the times my dad growled at my boyfriends in an effort to preserve my chastity. And I certainly didn’t appreciate him when I phoned him to tell him Boo and I were dating and I knew he was the one. The love of my life. The man I wanted to be with forever.
Dad grunted into the phone and simply said, “He’s not good enough for you.”
I didn’t understand a lot back then. But as a grown up, a wife and now a mother, I get it. And I appreciate it.
Thank you Daddy, for all that you have done for me. For raising me to be the person I am today.
And thank you Dad, for running barefoot down the block in your skivvies, to chase away a boy you knew wasn’t worth the time of my day.
I love you. Every inch of you. Even if there will be less of you tomorrow to love.
July 30th, 2008 at 10:37 am
As I got older I realized that my dad was right about a lot more than I gave him credit for.
July 30th, 2008 at 10:41 am
Awww, damn that was sweet. And I’m sorry about your dad having surgery, but I would bet that if he felt like he needed to he would chase someone down the street on his hands if it meant protecting you.
July 30th, 2008 at 10:41 am
Time and parenthood really gives you a lot of perspective. I wish I could thank my dad for all that he did for us! I was a really ungrateful, snotty little teenager. Thank your dad for me, too, will ya?
July 30th, 2008 at 10:43 am
Yeah, I have this feeling that a few missing parts wouldn’t stop a guy like that from chasing some hoodlum down the street. Nor would it stop the hoodlum from fearing for his life.
July 30th, 2008 at 10:43 am
Lots of positive thoughts heading north for you and your dad. My father is my Christopher Robin - the one that makes everything better and it kills me when he’s hurting. I hope all goes well with the surgery.
July 30th, 2008 at 10:43 am
Wow, you’ve had quite a week already.
My dad always says to me, “girl, you got every bad trait I have.”
But what that means to me is that I am alot like my dad. So I’ll take it, cause he is such a wonderful man even his bad parts are good.
July 30th, 2008 at 10:44 am
What an awesome tribute to a man who showed his love at that tumultuous time the best way he knew how…I’ll be thinking about you and your dad today.
July 30th, 2008 at 10:44 am
It’s funny how when we get older we totally GET them. My dad never had to chase anyone down the street but that’s because he was just scary intimidating to LOOK at. Now I wanna go hug my dad.
July 30th, 2008 at 10:44 am
Oh T,
What a wonderful man.
My best wishes for his surgery.
July 30th, 2008 at 10:45 am
I was raised by a single mother. At one point in time, she openly threatened to, ‘rip’ someone’s testicles off. Direct quote. I appreciate it now though. haha.
July 30th, 2008 at 10:45 am
I had no appreciation for my parents at that age. I do now. And, thanks to this post I’m going to call them and tell them I love them.
I’m also going to ask my Dad why he didn’t chase away some of the losers I dated.
July 30th, 2008 at 10:47 am
Awww *sob*
Big positive thoughts for Dad’s surgery.
xo
July 30th, 2008 at 10:49 am
because i never know the right thing to say…i send hugs. this was a beautiful post
July 30th, 2008 at 10:50 am
Oh, this is lovely. I feel the same way about my Dad. He also chased down a few losers, but literally and figuratively.
July 30th, 2008 at 10:52 am
Only you can take a laugh out loud post and turn it so sweet and tearjerking at the end. That is why I love your blog. You really are lucky to have a dad that cared that much for you, no matter how embarrassing it was.
July 30th, 2008 at 10:52 am
I love you T. My thoughts are with you and your family!
Best wishes my friend!
July 30th, 2008 at 10:55 am
Gah.
July 30th, 2008 at 10:55 am
I wish I could tell my dad the same thing… unfortunately, he won’t listen to me… guys i wanted to date had to come have dinner at our house…
dad always grilled… chicken… and then he would ask my unsuspecting date if he would like a breast or a leg…
only one replied with thigh… dad liked him… which meant i no longer could…
i would love to know where that boy is now…
July 30th, 2008 at 10:58 am
When I was 13 I got so furious when my father yelled at me for sitting on a boy’s lap (there weren’t enough chairs!!). I didn’t get it then. Now that I have some perspective…I can’t even imagine the terror that comes with having a teenage daughter in this day and age. God help me when I have kids.
July 30th, 2008 at 10:58 am
My father and I have a complicated relationship, but when he had heart surgery a couple of weeks ago I was a MESS.
I love you.
July 30th, 2008 at 11:02 am
I am rolling and crying all at once. Damn you woman. I adore you.
The one time I didn’t listen to my dad about a guy, I came to sorely regret it. Never again. I told Nathan that it didn’t matter how much I loved him, if Dad didn’t like him… he was out of the picture.
Thank God Dad loved him!!!
July 30th, 2008 at 11:02 am
I don’t think any girl appreciates her father until much later than they should. My dad was diagnosed with skin cancer last week. I have a much greater appreciation than ever before.
July 30th, 2008 at 11:06 am
{{wipes tears}}
Oh honey, I love ya.
Sending love.
July 30th, 2008 at 11:10 am
Good luck and fast healing to your dad!
July 30th, 2008 at 11:12 am
I’m also laughing and crying. Wishing Dad a speedy recovery!
July 30th, 2008 at 11:12 am
It’s hard to see your parents dwindle away - be it physically or mentally - or both. It’s hard and it’s not fair.
Feeling angry for you and your father over here. Righteously so.
I’ll be thinking of you both. Hope the surgery is successful.
July 30th, 2008 at 11:14 am
God damn it, see, I’m all crying now. Let us know when he’s out and that it went okay, okay?
July 30th, 2008 at 11:16 am
Sending the biggest hugs your way.
July 30th, 2008 at 11:19 am
On my first date ever, Dad set up the tripod, took a picture to commemorate the event, and told my date “That’s so I have something to show the police if you don’t bring her home by midnight.” I was home at 11:45 that night.
I’ll keep your dad in my thoughts…
July 30th, 2008 at 11:28 am
Best wishes to your Dad, to you, and to all of your family.
July 30th, 2008 at 11:34 am
Being a parent is a lot harder than we thought it looked, right?
Dang girl, can you paint a picture with words.
Praying for your dad today.
p.s. Not just a little jealous that Heather got to meet you last week and I didn’t. No. I’m a WHOLE LOT jealous…..
July 30th, 2008 at 11:35 am
This was both beautiful and hilarious. Hoping for positive outcomes post-surgery!
My dad was always my ‘go to’ dude. Always told me who would break my heart. Was always there to listen to me wail when they finally did. He was 49 when he had a severe stroke and was left to struggle to communicate, but even if he can’t say the words, I know what he’s thinking when I turn to him to listen.
July 30th, 2008 at 11:37 am
Thanks for the laughs, that was a beautiful & hilarious story about you & your Dad. Here’s wishing your Dad a speedy recovery.
July 30th, 2008 at 11:38 am
Sending love and all kinds of posive energy your way today.
July 30th, 2008 at 11:41 am
Holy Crap. I start out expecting some good ol’ redneck teenaged debauchery, and end up here? HERE? If I can’t count on you, T, for my soft-core erotica fix, who can I count on?!?
In all seriousness though, this was an amazing post. Probably my favourite of all the ones I’ve read of yours.
I’ll have a good thought for your dad, and for you. I hope everything goes well.
July 30th, 2008 at 11:45 am
Men like that run on stumps to protect the girls they treasure. I’m thinking good thoughts for him, and fingers crossed that his surgery is uneventful.
July 30th, 2008 at 11:47 am
Growing up, my dad and I had a tumultuous relationship that would be sweet one minute and sour the next. Now that I’m older I see it’s because we’re exactly the same, and I wouldn’t have it any other way. (:
Sending some hugs, love and luck for your dad’s surgery!
July 30th, 2008 at 11:47 am
I could not stop laughing (and only partly because of the pleated jeans) and then I could not stop crying. That was a wonderful snapshot of life.
July 30th, 2008 at 11:51 am
Ack. Lump. Throat.
Beautifully done, perfectly told.
July 30th, 2008 at 11:52 am
Oh, I was laughing right up until I was almost crying. That was a wonderful post. Best hopes for your Dad tomorrow, and for you while you wait.
July 30th, 2008 at 11:52 am
My thoughts and prayers that your dad comes out of this stronger than before. You have a lot going on right now, dontcha? I am hoping it all works out well.
July 30th, 2008 at 11:53 am
Tears, streaming down my face. That was equal parts funny and heartwrenching! Sending healing thoughts & prayers to you & family!!
July 30th, 2008 at 12:04 pm
Sometimes we don’t realize what we have until it’s all gone. You still have a chance and I envy you.
Thinking of you and your dad today, hon. Hope everything goes as well as it can.
xoxo
July 30th, 2008 at 12:11 pm
My father-in-law is facing this right now (a long-festering and deepening foot wound is warring with not-so-controlled diabetes and COPD against his body) and we’re all pretty shell-shocked.
I wish I could hug you. (I wish I knew you well enough so that it wouldn’t be some random stranger showing up and scaring the hell out of you, actually!)
A wonderful tribute. I hope he heals well, and quickly.
July 30th, 2008 at 12:14 pm
Tanis, that’s so sweet. What a great daughter you are. Hope your father is okay.
July 30th, 2008 at 12:19 pm
You make me laugh and you make me cry, T. You have a gift, you know.
I hope it all goes well for him.
July 30th, 2008 at 12:31 pm
You had me laughing all the way up till you had me bawling my eyes out! Good luck to your daddy tommrow!!!
July 30th, 2008 at 12:36 pm
Woman, you make me laugh my ass off and then you leave me in tears.
I think I deserve to see your boobs for that.
Thinking of you and your Daddy, and praying for a safe & speedy procedure and recovery.
July 30th, 2008 at 12:41 pm
I hope his surgery goes well.
And my dad - totally always walked around in his white tighty whities, even when we had friends over. Gross.
July 30th, 2008 at 12:50 pm
I linked over here from another site and have found myself reading…and reading…and reading - you’re too funny!
This is a beautiful tribute to your father…and I only hope that I will have done a good enough job raising my two sons that they’ll one day feel this way too…IF I overcome the “oblivious” gene they both seem to have inherited from their father!!!
Anyhow, I’m happy to have found this blog and will be back to visit!
July 30th, 2008 at 12:51 pm
Aww, for all the times we think they don’t “Get” us, its interesting to look back and say now i understand. Hope your dad’s recovers quick.
July 30th, 2008 at 12:51 pm
sending you and your daddy big love, sister.
July 30th, 2008 at 12:54 pm
Prayers and positive thoughts to you and yours. What a touching post. Went through something similiar w/my stepfather (a tad more extreme) but the thoughts at the end - and the jokes I was helpless to stop from running through my head - I feel your pain. Truly I do.
And when you are ready to laugh and make light - I’m your gal.
Seriously - with all respect - lots of wonderful thoughts for your dad for a fast recovery.
July 30th, 2008 at 1:09 pm
Aw man what a sweet ending! Hope your Dad has a successful surgery and heals quickly. I think Boo could take some lessons from him, the girl is not far behind for the tonsil hockey porch olympics herself!
July 30th, 2008 at 1:24 pm
Great post. I hope your dad is okay.
July 30th, 2008 at 1:42 pm
I hope your dad recovers from his surgery well. Thanks for sharing such a hysterical yet lovely story about him. Prayers and positive thoughts go out to you and your family.
July 30th, 2008 at 1:46 pm
Damn Tanis. That is a wonderful post and it was totally not what I was expecting. Not at all. I’m sorry to hear your father is having to have amputations to prolong his life and I hope it works so that he can sit by and watch you run after some teen that is after one of your children’s chastity. He can watch you run in your tighty - whiteys as you try to choke the shit out of the person giving your child a tonsil check. Heh.
Big ((((HUGS)))) sweetie. I’m a “daddy’s girl” too and I know what you’re feeling today.
July 30th, 2008 at 1:53 pm
Lots of prayers for your father that he recovers quickly and for you while you are waiting with him. ((Hugs)))
July 30th, 2008 at 2:14 pm
What a powerful post. I love your dad for trying to protect you.
That’s all I have to say about that.
xo
b.
July 30th, 2008 at 2:59 pm
I see some of that protectiveness in Misterpie now, and even if it sometimes seems irrational and makes me roll my eyes at him, I know it comes from real fatherly love, and that can’t be beat.
Wishing your dad a speedy recovery - don’t give him any more reasons to run around half-nakey, okay?
July 30th, 2008 at 2:59 pm
You’re Dad is awesome. I was laughing at your post until the end. I will say a prayer for him.
July 30th, 2008 at 3:32 pm
I’m too tired (too stupid?) to have anything to say but I’m thinking about you and your padre. I love him for you.
July 30th, 2008 at 4:03 pm
Praying for your dad.
And my husband already has said that there will be very, very few guys allowed anywhere near his precious daughters. We’re in for some fun teen years!
July 30th, 2008 at 5:44 pm
I wish I had a Father I could tribute like this. I do hope your dad will be okay.
July 30th, 2008 at 7:37 pm
oh, tanis.
this was the best kind of tribute to a parent.
the best.
crying here.
July 30th, 2008 at 7:55 pm
Wow. Sending positive vibes your way for California. You’re lucky to have each other.
July 30th, 2008 at 8:12 pm
That was a beautiful post. I hope your dad’s surgery goes well.
I always say that it’s sad that my own children won’t know the power of the love I feel for them and the almost primal need to protect them, until they too are parents. And by then, I’ll be old and the beauty of these years will have passed us all by. That seems to be the way it goes. Now that you are a mom, you can appreciate what your dad felt for you back then.
Someday, your kids can think back to all the times they didn’t appreciate you. Vicious cycle.
July 30th, 2008 at 8:45 pm
My favorite part is that your dad was so unrepentant and proud of himself in spite of you accusing him of ruining your life!
Sweet, sweet hearts hidden under a badass exterior get me every time… which may be why I love your blog so much.
Sending up prayers for your daddy.
July 30th, 2008 at 9:10 pm
Oh, I wish your Daddy the absolute best during surgery and recovery! We never realize just how much they mean until we are threatened by the possible loss of it… just over 2 years ago, my dad had a bad fall and fractured 3 vertebrae in his neck. Now, at not quite 61, he is a quadriplegic.
I just thank the world every day that he was at least able to hold his one and only grandson before he got hurt - because he won’t be able to do it with any future kids.
Huge hugs to you and your family - you will all make it through this!
July 30th, 2008 at 10:00 pm
This week my own daddy fell and broke his hip, long surgery, painful recovery. I remember the times he stopped everything to pick me up or kiss something better and I ache in my chest to not be able to do the same for him now.
I hope both our dads find the road to recovery with the strength they’ve used to protect us all our lives.
July 30th, 2008 at 10:26 pm
you are a good woman.
a great mother.
a wonderful daughter.
a fabulous friend.
July 30th, 2008 at 10:55 pm
I don’t know what to say. Lucky girl. Lucky to have someone love you that much, and lucky to realize it. You are awesome. Sniff.
July 30th, 2008 at 11:13 pm
Oh, you made me cry today. The post was going the fun way, and suddenly in the midst of it all, you got to the point. The man who tried to protect probably not your chastity, but you, from possible heartbreak. Dads. Sob! Hope all goes well with the surgery.
Cheers.
May he live long a well enough to chase Fric’s boyfriends outta the house
July 30th, 2008 at 11:30 pm
Best of luck to your dad, we wouldn’t want him to have to re-enact that story now, would we???
July 30th, 2008 at 11:51 pm
This is why I love you so, T.
I see the feedreader. I see the post. Jeebus it’s a long one. But I know it will be fantastic, so I stay up 15 extra minutes just to read it.
Just so I can get all misty before I go to bed. Dammit. You totally rock.
July 31st, 2008 at 5:52 am
You just rock…
July 31st, 2008 at 6:05 am
Dads have that instinct to protect their little girls. Go Daddy! I hope the new and improved version is installed in my husband when my daughter comes of age.
July 31st, 2008 at 7:24 am
I miss my Dad.
He never chased them. All the boys in my life were terrified of him. Of course, cleaning his Marine Corps side arm whenever a boy would pick me up might have had something to do with it.
Great story Tanis.
July 31st, 2008 at 8:06 am
I once dated a guy who was 4 years older than me, though we were both teenagers, and I thought my dad would love him because he was in the Navy and my dad had been in the Navy. When I said as much to my dad, in defense of the guy because my dad hated him, my dad said “I KNOW I was in the Navy, THAT’S why I don’t want him around!”
Best of luck to your dad for his surgery. You will both be in my thoughts and prayers.
July 31st, 2008 at 8:13 am
I recently lost my daddy…what a wonderful post…insert crying..treasure every min u never know!…u and ur dad are in my prayers!
July 31st, 2008 at 8:20 am
That was a beautiful post Tanis.
July 31st, 2008 at 8:23 am
Ah shucks… you just made me cry. That was lovely. Thanks for sharing.
July 31st, 2008 at 8:31 am
So funny and sooo touching - I love the father - daughter dynamics….
July 31st, 2008 at 8:36 am
That was wonderful, Tanis. He apparently did something right because look at how “well adjusted” you are now…hehe.
That was sweet. I’ll keep him and your whole family in my prayers.
July 31st, 2008 at 9:18 am
Hilariously sad and sentimental. Your family is in my thoughts and prayers. xoxo
July 31st, 2008 at 9:24 am
I know about the dad/ daughter dynamic. I am sending strong thoughts your way with tons of prayers.
Well told story….
July 31st, 2008 at 11:06 am
What a great story, and so wonderfully told. And, that picture of you? CLASSIC. I hope your dad gets well soon! xoxo
July 31st, 2008 at 12:06 pm
I love you, triangle-head. And your little dog too.
July 31st, 2008 at 12:52 pm
I love your 80’s get up. So cool!
I hope your dad is doing well, sweetie. xoxo
July 31st, 2008 at 2:31 pm
If we only understood then what we know now. My thought and prayers are with your father and your family. I wish I had a chance to tell my daddy thank you.
July 31st, 2008 at 3:22 pm
Sending all my love to you and your dad. xo
July 31st, 2008 at 6:14 pm
So glad he’s doing okay…so sorry to hear he has to make such an adjustment. Love to you and your family…Crystal
July 31st, 2008 at 7:43 pm
What a beautiful story… how wonderful to be so loved, even if, at the time, it didn’t seem like it.
I hope your dad is on the mend.
July 31st, 2008 at 10:20 pm
I’m keeping your dad in my thoughts. May he heal quickly and know how much you love him.
August 1st, 2008 at 9:19 am
I think I’m a little bit in love with your Dad. Glad to hear he’s doing well…
August 1st, 2008 at 10:33 am
Passing through and found a good laugh and some tears — your honesty and insight is refreshing!
August 1st, 2008 at 4:43 pm
Thanks for making me laugh on a really bad day Tanis! I can totally relate to this experience, being a little horny shit of a 16 year old myself back in the day! I hope your dad has a speedy recovery.
August 2nd, 2008 at 6:19 pm
I am so very sorry that your dad is having to have this surgery, but I’m very glad for him that he’s got a loving family standing by to help him recover. It sounds like he loves you very much. And vice versa.
You wrote a wonderful story about his passionate charge into the yard — it was the first time I’ve laughed today, and I needed it. :o) The things that parents do!
August 2nd, 2008 at 6:50 pm
Your dad totally rocks! Best wishes for a smooth surgery and quick recovery.
August 3rd, 2008 at 9:15 pm
Ok, that was a twist I wasn’t expecting… I’m sorry you and your family are going through this.