Monday, August 25, 2008

Making Second Base Bigger

It astonishes me how my boobs bring the comments out in droves.

I guess I really shouldn't be surprised given what our society's most popular sex symbols look like, eh? We are a week and a half out and I'm just getting more excited. I did wake up in the middle of a panic attack last night but I couldn't begin to tell you what that should be attributed to.

This weekend when my dad dropped my daughter off after having her spend the night, he sat down at our table to chat for a bit and when the subject was brought up you could tell he was DYING to discuss it. And in true "my dad" form he said "whatever makes you happy, hon." Because that's what he does.

When I was a teenager, one time I told my dad (who is my step dad) that I wanted to be a stand up comedian. He said "You can do it! I'll be your manager."

And then another time I told him I wanted to be a boxer. He said, "You can do it, I'll be your manager." But then told me I was too pretty to box and because I bruise so easily I would always look like I lost.

Even when I didn't.

And still another time, when I was in high school this really stupid boy, who obviously didn't have a clue, dumped me. I cried and cried and the next morning as I was walking my swollen, tear streaked face out the door my dad stopped me. He said, "I don't know what happened but he's obviously missing out. And you can do anything you want in life. You don't need any boy to make you who you are and I know you could be a CEO or a brain surgeon if that's what you wanted, kid."

I know I looked confused when he said it but I thanked him and never forgot that moment.

Of course my friend also always talks about the time in the 8th grade when my dad sat the two of down and asked if we knew the rules of baseball. We looked at each other, sighed and looked at him as he explained to us that no boy should ever get past first base. We laughed for years about that.

So I guess it's only fitting that my dad gave his blessing to me enlarging the size of second base.

I haven't told him that my husband has already hit a home run or two but given the time our nightstand drawer slid open while we were moving and my dad saw all it contents, I'd have to say he knows. I walked out to the garage to see my red faced dad saying that he could have lived the rest of his life without that.

I was pregnant at the time, so I'm sure he knew about the home runs. He just doesn't want the commentary.

10 comments:

KaritaG said...

Your dad sounds super cool. Lucky!

Doc said...

The nightstand drawer will get you every time... Hope the second base enhancement goes off flawlessly!

J said...

You know that I am going to bug you to see them, right?

Sheri said...

OMG! The NIGHTSTAND! I would die if my parents ever saw the contents of ours. It is great that he is so supportive...just like your new bras will need to be.

Captain Steve said...

Your poor dad!

Anne said...

Haha, your dad's comment was funny. I would have wanted to crawl under a rock if he saw our drawer!

I am Trish Marie said...

Oh Sheri...it isn't the nightstand that would scare your parents. It's the contents of you closet! "No mom really, THAT is a gymnastics mat for the kids."

And I am still maintaining that I never have done anything. I don't know how those kids got here.

Allie Bear said...

LOL, your dad sounds so sweet and I'm glad that he's fine with it, because what he said is true, as long as it makes you happy that is all that matters.

Dirty Pirate Hooker said...

LOL, your dad sounds a lot like my step dad. It's so great to have someone that always has your back!

Kat said...

That's fucking hilarious about the drawer.

You lucked out in the step-dad department.