A Father's Day Appreciation Post!

I just read a very interesting article on Yahoo news today relating to Father's Day Gifts. This was after I called my own old man to wish him a Happy Father's Day! The interesting part of reading the article wasn't the article but the comments that followed the article.

http://shine.yahoo.com/channel/life/5-worst-fathers-day-gifts-476536

I glanced past all the rants and ravings from kids and wives. The comments I wanted to read was from all the fathers defending how much they loved the little macaroni picture frames their kids made them and the #1 Dad shirts their kids got them. Most said that all they really wanted was time with their kids and hugs and I love you's.

A few of the comments were vulgar. A few of the comments praised the writer of the post. Some were funny. Most did not like the singing bass fish plaque. A few actually did like them.

Hidden among them were words that brought tears to my eyes. One man wrote that his one rule was no store-bough gift. Even if it was just an X on a piece of paper if they were too busy, that was what he wanted because it told him that they were stressed and were having a hard time still they took 2 seconds out of their day to think about him. One man was even angry at the article for mentioning that homemade gifts were mentioned in the article.

What are your thoughts?

Every year I always folded a piece of paper in half. I drew flowers and squiggly lines and stars. I wrote a few lines and signed "from me". When I did have money to buy gifts, they always accompanied the same folded piece of paper.

I am 23 now. Last year, I was too busy to fold that piece of paper and draw and write. I called him, though. He sounded sad. He sounded sad when I called him and no cards were in his hand. I assured him that one is coming.

Who knows? Maybe mine is just more sentimental than the rest.

My Days Off!

So, I took a break from working, cleaning, and cooking. Basically, everything. The atmosphere around here had been quite tense. To clear the air, I packed my bags moved out of my apartment in Denver and took refuge within my friend and favorite chef's house, Bryan, in Colorado Spring. Well, it's more like his mom's house.

I loved my stay there. Mainly because Bryan and his mom, mostly his mom, had been so hospital. Their pets took to me quite kindly, too. The hyperactive 80lb puppy, Piper, kept charging at and licking me. The bundle of fur that is Phoebe would always plopped in front of me making fur goes everywhere and demanded attention. Mia, well, she just walked around mewing cutely while terrozing all the other pets.

I wandered around a little bit. Found some pretty interesting trail to walk around and got very lost in the process. It was fun though. The scenery was amazing. I loved it. The lake was cool. There are a lot of people fishing. I asked if there were fish in there. The lake seemed pretty shallow from the shore.

On the night before my birthday, Bryan took me to Downtown Colorado Spring at a place called Phantom. He introduced me to a few of his friends. We played pool and drank a lot beer. It was fun.

All in all, it was a great little getaway. I loved it. Whatever happened there and the people I met, they would all be carved in the sweetest place in my heart. Thanks Bryan! Thanks Donna! For a great time.