thank you dad.

I have been thinking a lot recently of father figures, and more specifically of my own father figure.
My own father figure was not my own father, but actually my best friend’s father. At least when I think of the man that parented us the most I think of him.
He was the one threatening my dates, and it was from him that I heard the ever popular “men are scum, some are just less scummy” comment.
After all I still believe that old comment “all men marry their mothers, and all women marry their fathers”, at least for the most part. After thinking for some time about the man I want to eventually share my life with, all I can think of is that I want a man that shares some similar qualities.
This seems almost a silly and needless blog, but I decided after all these years I should pay kudos to the man that spent time and energy keeping my on the straight and narrow, when nobody else wanted to waste the effort.
So I raise my glass to the man that paid for my good grades, that housed and fed me, that put up with me from youth to adult hood, or at least most of the way there. To the man that played kickass songs on the guitar in the summer by the bonfire, and didn’t even complain too much when we tried to build a house on your property with nothing but a few two by fours and some nails, and the man that first told me men were scum.
I owe you one. I don’t know how we would have turned out if you were never my neighbour.
To, many years of good health, fun, drink, friends and family, old man.
Oh, and you were right about men.