A Day For The Steve

Some of you may have been wondering, "Hey, how come there's not a super tender post for all the daddies on TwerpsWorld?"

The answer to that is that I consumed a fair amount of alcohol Saturday night, which made waking up Sunday morning early enough to blog and run errands an impossibility. I'm so classy. And my journey home took the last of my hungover, sleep-deprived energy. I started to write something around midnight last night, but I was cheaping out, so I trashed it and fell asleep.

To all the Daddies: HAPPY FATHER'S DAY!

I love my Dad, even though he left when I was 5. And chose to attend bowling tournaments instead of coming to Marching Band performances when I was in High School. My dad is a good man, he's just kind of clueless. Recognizing this, my mother filled in a lot of the gaps he just wasn't aware were even there.(So Happy Father's Day to you, too, Mom. Even though you'll never see this because you've been banned from ever reading this website again.)

We ran into a little bit of a rough patch recently. The older I get, the more I figure out what's acceptable to me and what I deserve out of life. Additionally, along with this awareness comes the sac to demand it. We butt heads sometimes because we're a lot alike, but for this I am grateful!

I look like my mom and have her personality, except I'm a much better speller! I have my dad's mind and a lot of his interests. I also have his sense of humor, though my mom has an excellent one as well. I have his wit.

I'm curious about and fascinated by a lot of the same things as he is. I am tall, like he is. We both have problems sleeping and are both tortured by the ghoulies that live in our heads. And, as I learned yesterday, I inherited my inability to fit anything larger than a q-tip in my ear from him! He tried to listen to my iPod, but the earphones kept falling out. So THAT'S where that little genetic defect comes from!

He can be a very good listener if you catch him at the right time. He has some of the best records ever. My music obsession comes from him. My mother loves music and is very musical, but my father collects and hoards it, like I do.

He was in the Marching Band in High School, too! His first job was ALSO McDonald's, as was mine and my older brother Steve's. He has gone almost completely white, but still has a full head of hair. He has green eyes and freckles. Before it was white, his hair was red and CURLY.

He is incredibly predictable. He loves to work on his yard. It's turning into a veritable verdant paradise. He's into bird-watching now. He likes to sit on his deck after a day of work and working in the yard. He drinks iced tea and listens to Smooth Jazz while he is out there.

That's what we did yesterday. We went out onto the deck, even though it was (gasp!) chilly. We chatted and laughed and ate yummy snacks. When it was time to fire up the grill, he fired up the Smooth Jazz. And as always, when he was grilling, I was there to watch.

When I was a little girl it was one of the few times I could be with my dad by myself. So when he would grill, I would help. Or just ask him a lot of questions, since I was one of those kids. Also as always, I brought the burgers to him and I handed him the cheese when the burgers were ready. And when it was time for me to leave, he waited on the porch and waved as we drove off. As always.

That's how we roll.