My Dad

So, my littlest and I were running errands yesterday. Katelyn and Mom were at gymnastics, so Ashley and I spent a little father daughter time running some errands. The plan was to get my haircut, go to the grocery store, and run Ashley to the doctor for a quick checkup.



Their was a line at GreatClips, so we ran quickly over to the liquor store to get my bride some wine as it was the last day of their sale. We walked in the door and there was a seven foot tall statue of Captain Morgan:





I kid you not, this is the same statue that was on display. As soon as Ashley sees it she yells "Papa!"


"Papa" is how Ashley refers to grandpa....my dad.


Now, my has been a lot of things: mechanic, electrician, plumber, firefighter, father, husband, grandpa....but pirate???



On that note though....I have a slight bone to pick with my dad. He reads this blog, so I will share with all of you. My dad is amazing, and always has been. My sisters, and frankly anyone who knows him can attest to what I am going to share with you.


My dad has the strength of 20 men. It is inhuman. I have seen him lift things alone that most teams of men could not move. My dad is also a human GPS system. He not only knows every road ever built, but he can define for you the quickest way to get from point A to point B. I am pretty sure that when you push that "Onstar' button in your car for directions...they call my dad to make sure they give you the right info..Lastly, my dad is one of the smartest people I have ever known. Whether it was math problems in high school to helping me rewire a friends house while I asked him questions over the phone....he is brilliant.


For these reasons and many more, my dad is an idol of mine. I also have been hopeful that I would inherit some or all of these characteristics. I mean, being his only son, you'd figure I'd have a shot. I could handle possessing deceptive strength, knowing where I was at all times, or people referring to me as a genius.


Instead, the only thing I have inherited to date from my dad are savagely long eyebrow hairs. My dad was blessed with an occasional mutant like eyebrow hair appearing. One time I saw him pluck an eyebrow hair that I kid you not was eight and a half inches long.

I now get these about once a month.


So, whereas I am still holding out hope for any of the aforementioned traits...I am stuck plucking weird eyebrow hair.


Thanks dad.




I have already passed on my dashing good looks to them, but I hope to be able to give them so much more as they get older because...well,...I love my girls.