If you’re a subscriber, you probably have a good idea how great/hilarious my dad is. If not, please check out the “dad’s poscards.” section of the blahg. Well, today is this very special man’s birthday. HAPPY BIRTHDAY DADDY!!
Oh my dad. What can I say about him? He’s probably the most embarrassing father you could ask for… oh, don’t worry, he’s trying to be. Like the time that he told me he was sending a limo for my 13th birthday to pick up me and my eight friends from school. [limos = big deal in middle school… the richest kids would get them for super fancy-pants occasions.] You can imagine my horror when my dad showed up, in front of the whole school, in our beige station wagon with “Rachel’s Party Limo” written all over the windows. He stepped out of the car wearing a vest, chauffeur’s hat and gloves and opened the doors for my friends… who were dying from laughter while piling into the station wagon. I, on the other hand, was dying from embarrassment and vowed never to speak to my father again… until it was time for cake and presents.
My mind is racing; there are so many more stories. Dad is the funny one. As I’ve grown, I’ve learned to love it more and more. I cherish his ridiculous postcards, stories, everything. And then every once in a while he says something that is the sweetest, most perfect thing and I’m completely taken back. Like the last paragraph of an email sent for my birthday:
“So anyway, remember that life is supposed to be fun & try to do the right thing without worrying about it. It doesn’t always work but its still ‘the most beautiful world in the world’ or as Willie says ‘try to approach everything from a positive angle & it will help make it a positive experience’. Profound huh?
Happy Birthday, (I can see it like yesterday)
Always Love, Your Proud Father, DADDY”
He is an artist, a musician, a comedian, a golfer, a fisherman, a father, a grandfather, my daddy.
Happy Birthday, Daddy!
Always Love,
Rocky. [“Badooder”… can you remind me where I got this nickname from?]
* Back in the day, when I thought I was cool enough to wear conductor hats. And, can we all agree that my pops looks like Neil Diamond and Neil Young’s love-child?
wull hay. 
happy birthday rachel’s dad!
ps. rach: i gots some overalls to match that hat. if you ever need to conduct… you know.