Father.
My dad has always been an interesting guy. Though my parents went through a divorce I was never THAT angry at either of them. They are and always will be polar opposites: my dad, an Americanized man who still holds strong to his beliefs and my mom, who is just..Asian. Since Father’s Day is coming up, I thought I’d post something to remind me just how awesome my dad is :]
1. Several times throughout my childhood, mostly when my sister and I lived in San Jose, my dad would pick me and my sister up from school on a Friday. We lived super close to home and when we noticed we weren’t going in the direction of home, he told us to look in the trunk. All our bags were packed and he told us we were on our way to Disneyland. He did this twice in one year. On the third time, while on Highway 5 on the way to Disneyland, my father began asking my older sister Math questions. After she had failed to answer 5 or 6 of them correctly, he turned the car around and took us home.
2. Just recently, my dad finished his battle in Cancer. I forget the specifics, like what the cancer was called exactly, but it has to do with going number two. So while in the doctor’s office, my father listens as the doctor congratulates my dad on finishing Chemo and wishes him good luck. In turn, my dad claps the doctor on the shoulder and says loudly, “Thanks for saving my ASS. Literally!”
3. I’ve been really busy with school lately and since I don’t live near my dad, I spend most of my time texting or calling him. However, I went about 4 days without calling or texting. When I finally did, I apologized to him and said “I feel like a horrible daughter for not calling,” to which he replied “Awww don’t say that, Roseanna. You’re not a horrible daughter! Just a terrible one.” And then he hung up on me “on accident.”
4. When my nephew Jacob was born, my dad was the one to take my sister home from the hospital. Every parent or grandparent is required to listen to a nurse give them advice about how to take care of the child in case there is an injury or an accident. So the nurse, who is about forty or forty five says seriously to my dad, “Have you been listening, sir? Do you know what to do in case the baby is burned?” My dad looks at the nurse and replies, “Sure. Toss him in the oven and cook him a little longer!”
The nurse didn’t think it was funny.
5. I want to say that my childhood was a very fun and non-violent one, but that isn’t true. When my sister and I were young, my dad and his company took us on a deep-sea fishing trip for trout. Now this isn’t your regular rainbow trout, this is like…the size of a tuna fish trout. I was pretty sea sick (and threw up on my sister) and didn’t want to move or do anything. After feeling better, I sat up and could hear my sister yelling and screaming. I went outside to see what was going on and found her with a baseball bat bashing the shit out of a trouts head. After it had stopped flopping around, my dad’s friend grabbed it and tossed it into the cooler. For the rest of the trip my dad taught my sister and I the techniques to trout head bashing.
