One cool cat

Today is my fah-shah’s birthday. I think he’s 62. Wait, let me count…Yup. He’s 62. AND he looks exactly the same as when I met him almost 19 years ago. Except he had maybe nine-ish more hairs than he does now. But other than that…Exactly. The. Same. Now here’s the part of the blog where, in no specific order, nor with any rhyme or reason (because does anything I do go in order OR have rhyme and reason?), I pay tribute to the World’s Best Dad.
He’s a wealth of knowledge. My dad likes to tell me this story: When I was about seven or eight years old, I told him he was the smartest man in the world. He told me to remember that moment and what I’d just said, because ten years from then, I wasn’t going to think that. I must have blocked this out of my memory or something, because as far as I know, he was then and still is now, the smartest man in the world.
He’s got some great catchphrases that I have taken ownership of (hey, someone’s gotta pass them on to the younger generations!) When he’s frustrated, you might hear him say, “Shit, piss, and corruption!” If something has gone wrong, but he’s trying to keep positive about it, you might hear, “Well, it’s better than a sharp stick in the eye.” (This one is also sometimes slightly changed to, “Well, it’s better than a swift kick in the ass!”, which is my personal favorite.)

He was my first partner in crime, whether we were roofing, installing a satellite dish that required someone crawling up into the attic (“Don’t touch the insulation!”), or synchronized swimming in Maui (I don’t even like to talk about the jealousy we experienced from the other pool-goers.) As my mom puts it, “You and Dad have your own secret little world, don’t you?” Why yes, yes we do.
There are probably a hundred and eight-two thousand more things that are friggin awesome about my dad, but seeing as I’ve been writing this blog for…OH LET ME CHECK…Three days now, I figure this should suffice. At least until Father’s Day.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, DAD!