Monday, June 20, 2011

A Day After Father's Day - Father's Day Post

I'll get caught up on our marathon training and the obscene amount of food and wine we have been consuming in the next post.  For now, this Monday after Father's Day, I will focus on the men in my life.

My Daddy!

He taught me all my dance moves, and to always be the best me I can be.

He is a great Papa, and my kids love to spend time with him and Nana.

He is always a ray of sunshine with the most optimistic outlook on life of anyone I know.

He taught me to take life head-on and make the most of every day.

He taught me to enjoy each and every meal & the company you share it with.

My Baby Daddy...who wishes I would call him daddy!

He is a fantastic father who continually interacts and plays with the kids.  His baby girl has had him wrapped around her little finger since day one!

He is not afraid to show his emotions towards his loved ones.  Losing his own dad at a very young age he is determined to make sure his kids know how much they are loved.

He has an astounding intellect that he is sharing with our kids and has introduced them to the arts and a every eclectic variety of music.

He's just dang sexy....and funny...and selects and continually pours some tasty wine...and tells me everyday how beautiful I am.  He is definitely a keeper!
My Papa Robert

I grew up living near my grandpa.  I spent many a Friday night watching Hee Haw and Wrestling.  He was an ornery ol' fart, but he loved me to pieces.

We lost papa on Valentines Day 2010.  I miss him dearly.
My Papa Bob

My papa Bob is one of the nicest, hardest working men you will ever meet.  He also lived very close when I was growing up. He will do anything for anybody.  Him and my nanny just celebrated their 55th wedding anniversary!

He is easy going and lets my Nanny dress him up in silly hats and put his picture on Facebook.  Yap, my Nanny just got an iPhone and a Facebook account. I'm excited to spend some time with them on vacation starting later this week!
My Little Brother

My brother used to embarrass the crap out of me growing up.  Neon pink sunglasses and a fanny pack, break dancing in public and frogs and turtles in my bathtub...these were all routine reasons for me to scream "MOM!"  Oh yes, and the day he put fishing string across my doorway, and watched as I fell on my face trying to enter my room...."MOM!"

He now has two little ones of his own.  It is awesome to watch him be a great dad, but I can't say I'm surprised.  He did have a lot of great role models to learn from!
I hope everyone took a moment to celebrate their dads, baby daddies, grandfathers, brothers and any and all males who have impacted their lives yesterday!

Happy Monday!


  1. If it would make you feel better, I would be willing to trip HIM with fishing wire. Might be a fun.

  2. Um, is that Pancho's Mexican Buffet that Papa Bob is enjoying?!? I do believe I have many memories with that lovely sombrero myself, and many do include my own Grandfather!

  3. @Xaarlin - Thank you! Shh..don't tell anyone, but I made my hubby tear up. :)

  4. @Alecia - Yes, please do that. But I'm gonna need you to document the entire process in pictures...for the blog of course!

  5. @Off and Running - No, that is not Pancho's, but I'm sure if I looked hard enough I could find some there. We used to frequent the place with I was younger! Love their sopapillas!

  6. @ Angie, Thanks for the mention in the post.
    @ off and running, You will have to excuse my sister, she does not have any memory of things that happened before she was 25. The place that you noticed as Pancho's was a Pancho's until a couple of years ago and they didn't change any of the interior. That makes your observation correct and Angie probably has no clue what restaurant that picture was taken in. Just thought you should know.

  7. She sure did remember your fannie pack.

  8. I did not tear up. I think someone must have been cutting onions right about that same time. Also, my allergies were like totally acting up again and I had itchy eye. And then, I went outside and it started raining on my face. I decided to come back in and I think that right about then is when a gnat flew into both my eyes... weird. I think I may have also been briefly exposed to tear gas that floated in from the Vancouver riots a little bit at that moment. I was running earlier so my eyes were probably a little sweaty too.