I Am Such A Sap.
Today was a fun day. I slept in a little, leisurely read the paper while I had a cup of coffee, and BH and La Nina gave me my Father's Day gifts. It was nice.
Only down side is I had to cut the lawn, and since we have a cottonwood tree that is shedding in the back yard, I had to bag it. Being out of bags, I had to run to Home Depot to get some. Aww, Shucks!! I am forced to go to my favorite store. I took La Nina with me.
Before I go any further, I will say that, in many ways, I am a "manly man". As in the quote, "I am a manly man who does manly things in a manly way because it's the manly thing to do". I played sports in high school, I fish, I play golf, the backyard grill is mine, all mine. The perfect gift for me is something to do with golf, fishing, or a power tool. Manly man. That's me.
As I am driving home from Home Depot when a song called "Butterfly Kisses" comes on the radio. It is a song about a father's feeling toward his daughter. One of the chorus lines goes something like, "With all that I have done wrong, I must have done something right, to deserve her love in the morning, and butterfly kisses at night."
This is where I had to turn in my "Manly Man's" membership card. While the song was playing, I started crying right there in the car. Tears streaming down my face, La Nina, who turns 3 tomorrow, by the way, asking me, "What wrong, Daddy?".
So what happens? We get home, and while BH ran out for an errand, La Nina wanted to watch Disney's Tarzan. When the movie got to part where they play "You'll be in my Heart", I broke down again.
What is wrong with me? I normally don't get affected like that. Maybe it was because it was Father's Day. But the past Father's Days haven't done that to me.
Maybe I'm just getting old and sentimental.
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As a side note, The Mother-in-Law got here early this afternoon. She brought up the fixings for her version of shrimp scampi. I hate to tell her that it is really shrimp alfredo. The only thing she does is add shrimp, minced garlic, and butter to store bought alfredo, and toss it with fettecini.
It was good, and I appreciate whenever anyone else cooks for me as I do almost all of the cooking in my house.
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Tomorrow, LA Nina turns 3, and she is going on 13. They grow up way to fast.
BH's dad and step mom told us when they were here last week that we should get her tested. They are both retired elementary school educators who were among the best in Colorado. They think, and so do I, (although I am biased) that she is very advanced for her age.
She does puzzles that are for 5 year olds now. She gets bored with them very easily. Her language skills are also better than most kids her age. When she was 2, BH and I bought her some flash cards. There were 50 in the pack. When I went through them with her, she could name all but 3 the first time through. After I told her what the other 3 were, she was able to get them every time after that.
We are going to contact the local school system and see if they have anyway of testing her at this age.
That's all I need is a child that is smarter than I am.
That's all for now.
Later,
Deej
Only down side is I had to cut the lawn, and since we have a cottonwood tree that is shedding in the back yard, I had to bag it. Being out of bags, I had to run to Home Depot to get some. Aww, Shucks!! I am forced to go to my favorite store. I took La Nina with me.
Before I go any further, I will say that, in many ways, I am a "manly man". As in the quote, "I am a manly man who does manly things in a manly way because it's the manly thing to do". I played sports in high school, I fish, I play golf, the backyard grill is mine, all mine. The perfect gift for me is something to do with golf, fishing, or a power tool. Manly man. That's me.
As I am driving home from Home Depot when a song called "Butterfly Kisses" comes on the radio. It is a song about a father's feeling toward his daughter. One of the chorus lines goes something like, "With all that I have done wrong, I must have done something right, to deserve her love in the morning, and butterfly kisses at night."
This is where I had to turn in my "Manly Man's" membership card. While the song was playing, I started crying right there in the car. Tears streaming down my face, La Nina, who turns 3 tomorrow, by the way, asking me, "What wrong, Daddy?".
So what happens? We get home, and while BH ran out for an errand, La Nina wanted to watch Disney's Tarzan. When the movie got to part where they play "You'll be in my Heart", I broke down again.
What is wrong with me? I normally don't get affected like that. Maybe it was because it was Father's Day. But the past Father's Days haven't done that to me.
Maybe I'm just getting old and sentimental.
----
As a side note, The Mother-in-Law got here early this afternoon. She brought up the fixings for her version of shrimp scampi. I hate to tell her that it is really shrimp alfredo. The only thing she does is add shrimp, minced garlic, and butter to store bought alfredo, and toss it with fettecini.
It was good, and I appreciate whenever anyone else cooks for me as I do almost all of the cooking in my house.
----
Tomorrow, LA Nina turns 3, and she is going on 13. They grow up way to fast.
BH's dad and step mom told us when they were here last week that we should get her tested. They are both retired elementary school educators who were among the best in Colorado. They think, and so do I, (although I am biased) that she is very advanced for her age.
She does puzzles that are for 5 year olds now. She gets bored with them very easily. Her language skills are also better than most kids her age. When she was 2, BH and I bought her some flash cards. There were 50 in the pack. When I went through them with her, she could name all but 3 the first time through. After I told her what the other 3 were, she was able to get them every time after that.
We are going to contact the local school system and see if they have anyway of testing her at this age.
That's all I need is a child that is smarter than I am.
That's all for now.
Later,
Deej
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