My Father

Don’t you hate it when you’re up all night, you have to be at work in less than an hour, you want to write something, but find yourself uninspired…not to mention nothing really has changed in the last, oh, year of your life, so what’s there to write about?

So I am going to talk about my father. He’s a quadrapedic. Yeah, broken neck in ’85, hit some black ice, went through the windshield. He was married for three years, was thirty years old, I was 1, my brother was 2. My parents are still very much in love and happily married to this day! I love my dad, he’s my mentor, my friend, and my worst critic. Now, I lately haven’t been getting along with him, but he just has issues about letting go of me and letting me be married.

My mother I don’t get along with but this entry isn’t about her anyways.

Anyways, he’s sick again. He gets sick sometimes and each time it’s really scary because he is getting older, and being a quadrapedic, it really screws up your system. He doesn’t really have a immune system anymore, due to years of infections and antibiotics.

 I always know where to turn to if i want an honest, brutal opinion on pretty much anything.

He’d kill me if i posted his picture online, but he doesn’t know about this diary 😀

IT’s a bad picture of all of us, but hey. James looks like a cocaine addict, my mother looks like a beet, my dad looks….like a cocaine addict lol, and I look fat. That’s ok though. That’s my daddy :o)