Happy Father's Day

Wow, am I frustrated right now or what??

I think I could throw my computer through this glass window. I’m so pissed I can barely type.

I created a slide show video for my dad, for father’s day. I must say it looks excellent, but my apologizes --- no one will ever see it.

It will not burn to a disk, or send, or convert to an MPEG, or post online or even effin play on MY computer.

That’s how special it is.

Well I spent all day on it and all I have to show for it is this damn post explaining why he can’t see it.

Am I surprised?

Are YOU surprised? Wait, don’t answer that.

Through this frustration I have decided what I should do with the rest of my life which should make dad proud. I’m perfect for it:

I need to work for an I.T. troubleshooting department, where, I do not fix things…I break them. My slogan can be “There’s nothing I can’t break.”

I think this would be ideal and people all around the world would pay BIG money to figure out what all their problems COULD be.

I’m so unlucky when it comes to those things. I’ve also been thinking I could be a professional gambler except I would always bet against myself.

Like in sports you could bet on me to bet the losing horse or the golfer who didn’t make the cut (ie. I bet Tiger would win the Open)

Which brings me to another point; somebody asked me the other day, why I knew so much about sports, as I relayed lap by lap the final seconds of the Indy.

I answered, I had watched a lot of sports growing up with my father.

Sundays weren’t Sundays unless golf was on the television.

Bowl week wasn’t bowl week unless we tivoed every game and were surprised by every ending.
Summer Saturday mornings weren’t summer Saturday mornings unless they were accompanied by French onion dip and tennis.

Fall Monday nights weren’t fall Monday nights unless we heard the loud phrase screaming through the den “are you ready for some football.”

Then I reflected in my mind the last week in sports I had watched. I’ve been watching the NBA finals. I watched the Sox/Yankees, a bit of the Stanley cup, the French open and several of the world cup games.

But upon my reflection I noticed there was something missing every time.

It wasn’t the dip or the tivo, the nail biters or the sound of the lawn mower running. It wasn’t the lack of the Sooners or Tiger.

It was my father.

I miss him.

So, I guess since I cannot show him this slide show. I will tell everyone about it.

It was a slide show of the last six months or so, where everything got crazy. I wanted to show my dad how life has changed and how he has still remained a perfect father.

I graduated, His daughter had a baby, his mother beat cancer, I moved to ….Oklahoma, and Lori had her eleventh kid (I can’t keep count).

Ann came to the rescue, Kay moved out of her house, my parents settled into their house, I got a job, I got fired.

My parents had a new baby “the formula,” my dad found a new fishing hole, he moved an old friend to his part of town.

Tivo’s stock went up when my father bought seventeen life-time memberships, actually forcing them to stop selling them.

Allison got engaged, Karis got married, Hailey started eating cereal.

….. and Marco Andretti almost won the Indy 500, a fact I never would have known without …my dad.

Come fathers day I miss him even more.

Dad, enjoy the US Open and know that I am there in spirit and hoping to catch the next game, the match, the race with you again another day.

I love you, I miss you and I thank you for everything,

Happy Fathers Day.