Ode to Dads...

Tis Father's Day and I just wanted to take a moment to talk about the men in my life that have made the biggest impact. I suppose I should start with my husband, but I often don't do what I'm supposed to, so I'll start with Dad.

My dad has been an amazing example to me of selflessness and determination, not to mention some of the more unsightly traits like being anal retentive, and having what most think of as a sort of sick and twisted sense of humor. Because of him I can't seem to be able to force myself to put a dish in the dishwasher that is less than spotlessly clean already. I've tried to put them in dirty but then the twitching becomes unbearable and I have to get them out and scrub them. Thanks dad, for that! This man is not my biological father, but though he did not physically create me, he has had a huge hand in creating the person that I have become. (Sorry dad, I have to blame someone) He was the one I took shopping with me when I needed school clothes, prom dresses and even my first bikini. (that one nearly killed him! And yes, I used to be able to wear one!) He has always taken care of me and treated me as his own and has extended his love to my children. I am and will always be grateful to have had him in my life. Thanks dad, for everything! We love you!

Jack has grown into such a great husband and father and I am so grateful for his unconditional love for me and the kids. I am also grateful now for his sometimes surly attitude because it keeps me laughing! He is such a hard guy for me to take seriously now that I am forever finding ways to aggravate him for my own amusement. I really need to get some hobbies... Here is a picture of him doing dishes. I had to put this in here for posterity. (please ignore the horrible looking chick in the picture; she'd had a long day) I'm not saying that he won't clean because he does it plenty, but his worst chore is the dishes. Oftentimes, I'll come home and the floors, the counters and everything in sight will be sparkly clean, but he'll have stacked every dirty dish that he found in the sink so high that you can't even get to the faucet. So this picture of him doing dishes makes me smile, that is until I look a little left. Then I want to cry. But alas, I'll sacrifice my own dignity by putting it up just so you can all see Jack doing his good deed. I love you, Murray!