Happy Father’s Day Daddio!!

It’s been a
long year away from home, and one of the people I miss most is my dad. He isn’t
much of the computer type, and honestly not much for a phone call either. When
you add those together, it means I haven’t talked to him nearly as much as I
would like to. So as a little something special for Father’s Day, I thought I
would put up a little Daddy tribute…

 

Here are some
of my favorite memories, and some just randoms that only Dad understands…

 

Memories

~Knowing I couldn’t
spread my fingers ‘W’ but I could do my toes.

~Racing cars on that
figure eight track in the garage under apt 64.

~Being 6 years old and
able to pick put all parts needed to fix a toilet and knowing how to make
perfect vacuum lines in the carpet.

~Thinking if I peed
in the pool it would turn a color because you had me convinced after you showed
my the product that we had it.

~Smashing my face while
riding, or shall I say falling off,  the back of our golf cart.

~Same song every day
after school in the car, while you waiting across the street. Then it moved to up
the hill from school, in front of the buses,but still, the same song, only
different from the other one.

~RC cars in the
parking lots, then when I cried when it got ran over once we moved into a house.

~Museums… Too many to
name, but man I could have been a member to a lot. And the library- pretty sure
they knew us by name and we knew you could check out 32 books at a time, which we did just that.

~When they tried to
repo our car thinking you were a different person with the same name. ‘Hey Dad,
what are thy doing to our car outside?’

~Peggy Sue

~Being on the canoe,
going wherever the wind would blow us

~Watersking, and the
hawk. So much for a spotter, you were all too interested in him to notice I was
being drug half way around the lake.

~Geist Lake, early
mornings on the smooth water, and then the Blue Heron.

~Sitting in the
driveway of Grandma Loris’s house in that blue rental car because she wouldn’t
let us use air conditioner in the house.

~Wildcat lanes, with
fried cheese curds galore

~Coffee table books
always remind me of you.

~ATV riding in the
mud, then go carting.

~Throwing up pasta
and green beans, which came out my nose, and you coming to the rescue, all
which interrupted a game of Monopoly on the kitchen table.

~Always coming home
from Child Time with mom to a bath waiting, and being convinced it was
necessary to bathe, not an option as I wished.

~Sitting in the
rental office with my own box of all office forms, knowing exactly how to write
work order forms mom took and then give to you.

~That cool kid that
got to show up at someone’s door with Dad to fix something they messed up,
again.

~You being jealous I
met Hoku and you didn’t at Disneyland, all because you had to go potty.

~You trying to nurse
Honey back to life after we came home from Disney land to find her pinned under
her hamster wheel. She died, but you tried to tell me you gave her a burial and
it would be okay.

~Many fish tanks.
Salt water. Fresh water. Lobsters. Eels. Fish. And that one eel that jumped out
all the time and we would find him on the ground. Gross.

~Fishing, and always
giving it to you once the fish was caught to unhook. I was not going to touch
it. No way jose.

~Always having to
wear a helmet. ALWAYS. Only time I ever got grounded. Michelle told on
me. Its okay, it instilled good values for my kids.

~PH testing pools and
getting to throw in all kinds of chemicals.

~Chipping a tooth on
the pool deck, cutting my heel open in the pool, wasp sting on my butt at the
pool, secret pool toy closet, so many pool memories.

~Karaoke and my light
box. We were cool, at least then we were…

~Playing on your drum
set before I could read.

~Driving the bobcat
and helping redo our lake

~You reading my
history books in college to me because I hated history.

~Off-roading riding
on the top of the Hummer with Todd.

~Making movies in the
hallway with Natalie while you edited them so we magically appeared.

~Camping with Melissa
and you. Getting the tick in my neck, the coyotes at night, the toad in the
porta potty.

~Changing my many
flat tires in the Focus. Coming to the rescue when the Bug broke down and I was
a gimp with my knee immobilizer.

~Making my room in
mom’s office at our old house, and my cool make shift closet.

~When you hit Dude’s
cage hanging on the patio with a 2×4 you walked by with opening it and letting
him out.

~When we set up a box
and string trap to try and lure the canaries back after they got out too.

~ Buying me my
Olympus. Sending me on my way to go after my dream of photography.

~Chasing Kimba, and
opening the car door to get him in, and in the process locking yourself out of
the running car now holding out giant dog.

~Big Bertha. Enough
said.

~You making sausage
with Nono.

~Moving me into
college, then home, then college, then home, etc.

~Laying in your bed
crying and you telling me you would hurt someone if they broke my heart again

~You coming to visit
me with the kiddos, and then having to have them all pile in a tow truck on the
way home, when the Hummer broke down on the freeway.

~The beach, all day,
with grilled cheese and fries from the stand, and then smoothies on the way
home.

~Teaching me to surf,
and the keys of getting a wetsuit on and off, while wet.

~”If I could say I
love you as many times as there are starts in the Milky way I would”

~Saying good-nights
across the hall, always including sweet dreams and God bless.

~You and mom
comparing bellies when she was prego with Todd.

~Driving me to school
when we moved before I was old enough to drive.

~The turd wagon.
Ugliest best car ever.

~Water filtration
system for 4^th grade science fair. That was freaking amazing.

~Pajama and movie
days in mom and dads bed. With lots of junk food and surround sound.

~Getting an email
address and making my life complete feeling like I could talk to you while
across the globe.

~Giving the infamous
names Bambipepe and Jessicaca

~Always finding some
way to get us a pool

~Coin collection we
started, though I have no idea if that is still at home or long gone.

~Going skateboarding
with Todd and realizing you weren’t young anymore.

~Recording Mr. Rogers
and Reading Rainbow for me while I was home from school for the few weeks after
my smashed face healed and all I did was sleep, watch shows on your bed, and
eat soup out of a turkey baster.

            

 

I am sure there are
so many more that I just can’t think of right now, but I wanted to say this…
Dad, I hope you have a great Father’s Day and know I love you so much and these
are just some of the many memories I have for you and me. I wouldn’t be who I am
without you, and I wouldn’t have grown up with possible one of the best
childhoods, or so I like to think even if I am a bit biased. I wish I could be
there with you to celebrate, but I will be home in 9 days!!! My year away is
almost over, and I can’t wait to see you again and have a giant hug….

 

I love you dad, as
many times as there are stars in the milky way.