My dad, father and friend

My dad has popped into my head at the moment, so much so that it has driven me to write a blog about him. 


Crazy? I know. 


On the contrary from what I have told people, my relationship with him can be rather sweet. 


He's hot-tempered, arrogant and a prick but he's still my dad; this means that at times, he can be rather nice to me. 


When he's not trying to be supreme world leader of the household. 


3 Sweet Memories I have of my father: 


1.] Playing Hide and Go Seek: I had to be be at least 3 or 4 when these silly games happen because I was still at that age where my hand could fit underneath the crack of a door. For hours, him and I would play this game of Hide and Go seek; I always thought he was so clever when he hid in the shoe closet. I would stick my little hands underneath, hoping to grab him and he would lightly squish my fingers with his feet. 


2.] Sneaking my brother and I candy in the garage: During this time, my mother had a problem with my brother and I eating candy; i.e. she hated it! SO much so that she would only let the two of us eat gummy bears if we wanted something sweet. (I have come to the conclusion that she is the reason why I can't stomach things that are tooooo sweet and have to have my sweet tea diluted). Too bad for her, my father loved to be the candy hero and would bring the two of us starbursts candy. The three of us would hide in the garage and devour pieces of this sweet yet banned treat. Each time my mother caught us and would scoff underneath her breath at my father's betrayal. My brother and I didn't care, however, because we got some candy! Yup, Yup


3.] That one time he let me stay home from school for no other reason besides me hating it: One day, while living in Okinawa, I must have mentioned to my father how stressful middle school was for me. The next day, I woke up in a panic because there was light outside which meant that I had overslept! I must have woken up freaking out because my dad came in sat down next to me (like he did every morning) and said, "It's okay Beth, you don't have to go to school today!" I was sooo Happy


P.S. My father has always been the only man in my life to bring my breakfast in bed and to think of my on Valentine's Day. <3

There you have it folks, 

proof that my Dad isn't always

 the ass I make him out to be. 

*This photo of Miley Cyrus and her father Billy Ray has 

nothing to do with my own father and I, however, doesn't it just 

scream Woody Allen and Soon-Yi Previn? 

I don't mean to insinuate incest, however, this pose is not very fatherly/daughterly!