Dad don't know jack.

Our local radio station had a contest last week, where you could write in and tell them why your father dont know jack.If they liked your letter, you could win 2 tickets to the Jack Johnson concert coming to Spokane this summer. I'm not big on going to concerts and stuff, but it got me thinking, and you know what? I dont think my dad knows jack! Sure, he knows how to change a tire, how to build a shed, plant a garden, fix a broxen frost free hydrant, test top secret tractors, and on and on and on,but does he know how much he taught me? Does he know I was watching when he built that shed, when he prepared his Sunday lessons,when he changed that tire? Does he know how much I appreciate the things he taught me? The time he spent showing me how to mow lawns so I could go earn my own money? Like I said, I dont think Dad knows jack. Well, Dad, now you know. Thank you for being you and teaching me all those things. Happy Fathers Day!

Apples sure dont fall far from the tree...

Turn my back for a second and hes got the whole top end torn off. (okay, not really, but he was sure bent on finding a bolt that his wrench would fit on!)

An ode to Mothers!

No, not an odour, although Moms have certainly dealt with more than their fair share of those. Plus, I'm not a hundred percent certain that this is an ode but the word ode implies something lovely and melodic and worthwile to me, something like my Mother, but she is so much more. She put me on the course to becoming what I am. She kept me on that course and spurred me on. She kept on even when it wasn't apprecieated or even wanted, or even when she met with extreme resistance. She was there when it mattered most. She is still there now that I've grown and gone, continuing to help and guide, and sharing that same excitement for life to a new generation of children to her- grandchildren. Mom, you are appreciated by your children and their spouses and childern. THANK YOU for all you have done for me!