Sunday, June 19, 2011

Happy Father's Day!



Happy Father's Day to my dad, who has been a great dad, teaching us all kinds of things, like how to drive when I was sixteen:

Dad:  Okay, now watch out because this is a busy intersection and the cross traffic does not stop.  Look for cars.

Me:  Looks clear. (floors it)

Dad:  STOP!  WHAT ARE YOU DOING? THERE'S A CAR COMING!  AAAAAAAHHHHH!  AAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!!!

Me:  Dad, if you speed up when you get in the road, they don't even get close.  Geez, relax.  When you screamed you sounded just like a girl!

Dad:  PULL. OVER. NOW.


Or last year when he taught my sisters and me all about pop culture from twenty years ago:

Dad:  That man (on the tv) is named L.L. Cool J.  It means "The Ladies Love Cool James."  I looked it up on the internet.

Me and my sisters:  (mouths agape)...........PWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

Dad:  What? What's so funny?  Its' true.



But mostly you've taught us how to be the FABULOUS people we turned out to be!  Thanks, Dad!  Have a great Father's Day!



My sister Amy's comment:

There was also the time he was teaching ME to drive and he picked me up at camp in Minneapolis in his Corvette. As we're getting on the freeway, he's explaining that when you are on the ramp, you just have to speed up and the freeway traffic will just let you in.


Dad: "See? You just slowly come up to speed as you're coming around the ramp and the freeway traffic will make room for you...."


Me: (Looking at traffic and apprehensive....)


Dad: "OK, we're coming off the ramp....now this truck should just move over...."


Me: (Looking at truck making sure he is going our exact speed but not moving anywhere....)


Dad: "OK....this guy should be moving over....SHIT!!!!" (Brakes slamming on as we run out of merge lane and have to swerve behind the truck from the shoulder.)


Lesson learned. Twenty year old trucks know the Corvette will move first. Thanks Dad!! I love you!!


Sarah....you also forgot the story about when he taught us to look for rocks when we're in the boat. And then he hit a rock.

3 comments:

  1. There was also the time he was teaching ME to drive and he picked me up at camp in Minneapolis in his Corvette. As we're getting on the freeway, he's explaining that when you are on the ramp, you just have to speed up and the freeway traffic will just let you in.
    Dad: "See? You just slowly come up to speed as you're coming around the ramp and the freeway traffic will make room for you...."
    Me: (Looking at traffic and apprehensive....)
    Dad: "OK, we're coming off the ramp....now this truck should just move over...."
    Me: (Looking at truck making sure he is going our exact speed but not moving anywhere....)
    Dad: "OK....this guy should be moving over....SHIT!!!!" (Brakes slamming on as we run out of merge lane and have to swerve behind the truck from the shoulder.)
    Lesson learned. Twenty year old trucks know the Corvette will move first. Thanks Dad!! I love you!!

    Sarah....you also forgot the story about when he taught us to look for rocks when we're in the boat. And then he hit a rock.

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  2. Teaching teens to drive is terrifying. Believe me.

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