(This is the one where my Dad buys me lunch in order to get mentioned on my blog.)
"Hi blogger!" said my Dad. (This is how he greets me now. Even though he and Mom picked out a perfectly lovely name for me years ago.)
"I've got a great story for you to blog about!" he says "Do you remember 1962?"
"Oh yes, clear as day." I say (I was born in 1975).
"Well as you know, I went to Villanova University, and in 1962, the Liberty Bowl [football game] was held between Villanova and Oregon State University.
A man named Terry Baker made a 99 yard touchdown for OSU, winning the game.
Well, he has a business in town, and tomorrow I am going to see him, to give him a check from Ecotrust [this is where my Daddy works] and I am going to have your Mom come along and take a picture."
"Are you going to strangle him in it?" I say.
"Heh, no." he says.
A little bit later I can over hear my Dad talking to my husband. I hear the "going to meet him tomorrow..." and then I hear my husband say, "Are you going to put him in a headlock?" and I snicker to myself.
After lunch at the yummy City Lights Cafe (which we are positive had nothing to do with the "plumbing emergency" that happened at the nearby Little River Cafe) he reaches over to get the check and says, "So, is this worth putting in your blog? He's a Heisman Trophy winner."
"Well, Dad, I keep pretty tight publishing dates, do you think you can get me the photo before Wednesday?"
"Oh, yes! No problem." he says.
So here it is, a photo of my father with Terry Baker:
My father, who continued to ask every weekend, if my homework was done. (Even after I had graduated from college.)
XXXXXXXXXXX TODAY IS WEDNESDAY, HE NEVER SENT ME A PICTURE XXXXXXXXX
I'm hoping that Terry Baker doesn't have my Dad in a headlock somewhere.
10 comments:
why no picture!?
he is probably still posing next to him, trying to get the perfect shot!
Okay, we're all lining up to buy you lunch now!
i would *gladly* trade you dads.
there are some days my dad doesn't talk about jesus hearting at ALL.
mostly cuz he spent the day sleeping...
I thought maybe your dad would comment with an excuse. no, huh?
joleine: Talk to my Dad. He never sent it.
mielikki: Possibly. Or, they are reenacting the game. That ought to take a while.
david: Oh, you are so sweet. Come back Friday to learn how YOU can get a free lunch from me!
holly: I did not say that I wanted to trade my Daddy. I WILL NOT TRADE MY DADDY!
dapoppins: I fully expected to have an email from him this morning. Since he reads my blog "every night!" But no. Nothing.
Thats too funny.
My father is the same way with pictures...he will take a million and never download or email them to any of us.
I have since taken his camera into my own hands, and I down load the pictures myself!
Oh you can use this. Don't forget, he owes you now, he is yours, hee hee.
Oh, erm, hi Miss Burrow's dad. :D
meleah: Would you believe he still hasn't sent it to me? And he claimed to read the blog everyday!
jo: Oh, I have him wrapped around my little finger anyway.
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