Old as she was, she still missed her daddy sometimes. - G. Naylor

My dad is so cool.. I don’t just say that because I take after him so much either, I swear! No seriously though, my father is most definately one of the coolest people I’ve ever met. He has more love in one toe and more attitude in one pinkie than most people you’ll ever meet. Sometimes he mixes up when to use what, but that’s part of what makes him who he is.

When I was younger he used to play in a band called “57 Chevy”. I still remember him and his buddies practicing in our house and while I watched them I was sure that nobody’s dad was as cool as MY dad! While other kid’s dads were doing whatever other kid’s dads did, mine was playing the guitar and singing songs by The Beatles, The Beach Boys, Elvis and all those other classic oldies. I know so many of those songs and whenever I hear them I can’t help but think of him.. There’s this one song, it goes.. “Dreeeeam, dream, dream, dream when I want you in my arms.. when I need you and all your charms.. whenever I want you all I have to do is dreeeeaaam” I think of him every time I hear it. I was driving somewhere with him somewhere just the two of us and he was singing that to me. I couldn’t have been older than five or something. He used to sing to me a lot when I was a kid. “Splish Splash I was takin’ a bath!” .. “Mighta been the whiskey! Mighta been the Gin! Coulda been the 2-4 six pack I don’t know but look at the mess I’m in!” So many memories tied to so many songs and every one of them take me back to my dad.

He loves to entertain and you’ll rarely meet him where he won’t hold his hands out and say “I got a new joke..”. You know to prepare yourself because 99% of the jokes he tells are dirty! (.. and ya’s wonder where I get it!) He is extremely well known in the town I come from and anywhere I ever went when I was young I got “Oh you’re BRIAN’S DAUGHTER!”. Needless to say I never got away with much in my youth. Doubled my friend Barb on my bike when I wasn’t supposed to, got home and dad knew about it. Was smoking behind the mall.. got home and dad knew about it. It never failed!

My friends all love him too, and I love him even more for that. Every kid wants their friends to like their parents or think they’re fun. My dad used to torment my friends like crazy and they loved it. Any new friend who came in the house got “baptised” Which meant a wet cloth thrown in their face, a glass of water, a bucket.. whatever he had closest. One way or the other they were going to get wet. My friends used to want to take new people to my house all the time just so my dad could get them.

He’s not all fun and games though.. growing up he made sure I respected him and his authority. He was one of those “What I say goes!” kind of dads and there were very few times in my life that I’ve challenged him on that. Even on those times I did, I would try to recruit my mom or my nana for backup. It’s definately not something you want to try on your own! He was a lot of fun but he never took it to the point where I forgot who was boss.

He has this unbelievable way of reading people and knows more about human nature than anyone I know. Whenever I had problems with friends or especially boyfriends, I would go to him. He’d rarely tell me what I want to hear and he was always right. When I wanted to hear something like “It’s ok .. he’ll come back, don’t worry!” He’d be the one to tell me “He’s not going to come back if you’re sitting here on your ass crying over him!” There have been times he hasn’t liked certain friends I had, or boyfriends.. and each and every time he was right about them in the end. It used to frustrate me until I learned to give into it, after that I looked for his advice on everything. I still do.. The words I remember most from him are “They are all stepping stones.. You’ll know when the right one comes along” He told me that one time I was feeling blue over a fight with a guy and for some reason those words stuck with me. He was right, as usual.

He has huge earlobes! I know this probably isn’t of much importance in terms of who he is, but it’s just another one of those things I know him by, something that is really “Dad”. He is like the basset hound of human beings, I swear! Thank god I got his lips instead!

What traits do I think my father has passed on to me?

His sense of humor.. He loves to be around people, telling jokes and stories. He’s the life of the party and everyone loves him. There isn’t a shy bone in his body. I am much the same only with a bit more shyness built in.

His confidence.. While I can be quite insecure at times, there is always a part of me that kicks in and takes over. It’s this part I got from dad. I think he can be the same way, he worries about things but then thinks to himself.. “what the fuck am I worrying about?” and gets over it. He is who he is, he does what he does, and whoever doesn’t like it can “Go fuck a duck!” as he says!

His red hot temper.. Well it couldn’t all be good could it? *Grins* Yes, it’s true.. In this respect I am 100% like my dad. We both are like great big bombs with tiny little fuses. It doesn’t take much to set us off, and once you do the chances are great that we will explode. Good thing is, it doesn’t last long. It’s sort of like blowing off steam, once we get it out we cool off and are ok. Just know when to stand back and run for cover until the storm blows over!

His honesty.. He will say pretty much anything. If people don’t like it, too bad. He is open about who he is, what he’s done, where he’s been. I like that about him.. even if it has pissed me off from time to time when he has given opinions I didn’t ask for! He taught me that it’s ok to make mistakes as long as you admit them and own up to them.

What I love more is that he’s not the kind of man who doesn’t know how to tell you he loves you. He can be so manly at times but other times he can be totally loving and sincere. He’s always been warm and loving towards me and never done the “I’m a man I don’t say I love you” thing.

My mom used to go Roller Skating on Tuesday evenings when I was a kid. My dad always used to cook chicken breasts and we’d watch Little House on the Prairie together. I think those evenings are the memories I’ll always look back on and smile when I think about my dad. Sitting in my little wooden school desk in the middle of the livingroom eating chicken breasts with my dad. Considering I have millions of wonderful memories with him, those nights were pretty special to be on top.

So, that’s why I love my Dad and why I think he’s the coolest guy I’ve ever known.

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