60 Years

Happy 60th Birthday, Dad!

I’ve been wracking my brain to figure out what to post for you today. I finally got it!

I hope you enjoy your homemade infographic (if you don’t know what an infographic is, you’re about to figure it out!)

Dad's Birthday

(click to enlarge)

It was harder than you’d think, making that. But worth every minute. I hope you enjoyed seeing your life reduced to facts and figures. I also hope it brought you a chuckle or two.

Lastly, if anyone would like to learn more about my awesome (and aging) father, here are some of my favorite posts about him.

Super Dad

10:17 am

Lent Letter

59th Birthday

Love you, Dad! We’ll celebrate for real on Thanksgiving.

10:17 am

My phone rang. It was my dad. My dad does not usually call me while I am at work. I grabbed the phone and rushed into the hall. I answered. “Hello?”

“Yeah, I’m just driving down the freeway listening to Gordon Lightfoot and Don Williams in my new truck. I’m driving past your work and I just thought I’d call and say thank you.”

Was what I heard.

Yesterday I went to visit my folks, and to see my dad’s new Explorer, purchased on Saturday. My mom told me how as soon as he bought it, with its CD player, he went up into his room and pulled out a CD called “Dad’s Mix” that I had made for him the LAST time he got a new vehicle. His truck. A decade ago, maybe? (His interim vehicles have not had CD players) I thought it was sweet he saved that CD for all this time. So, before I visited, I made him a new collection. A three volume set of CDs; music I thought he’d enjoy.

He was on his way home from work and listening and just called me to say thanks. I’m pleased that he likes his new music. I’m guessing, based on the length of his drive that he hasn’t even made it all the way through Disc 1 (there and back to work) but I’m pleased that he likes what he’s heard so far. I was even more pleased that he called simply to say thanks.  It quite made my whole day

Then he said “I’m driving by, wave out the window.”

So I did.

Super Dad

I need to cook several recipes that call for cooked chicken. I bought the chicken at the grocery (on sale!) and now I just need to cook it. But, really, who has that kind of time? Ok, well, I do, but I prefer to spend what little free time I have doing fun things, like laundry and dishes, rather than cooking chicken. This morning, I was thinking, hmm, bet I can just cook it in the crock pot…

I googled it and, yes, you can cook chicken breasts in the crock pot, but they do dry out, so you can’t over cook them. 6-7 hours on low, and that is it. Fine. I’m going to be at work for 7 hours today, so if it is the very last thing I do before leaving the house, it should be fine. I prepare it, seasoning and a little chicken broth to keep it as moist as possible, and all that chicken in the crock pot. Then I reminded myself to turn it on as I was walking out the door.

The job I have today is a job that I was specially trained for, but this is the first time I had done it. As I was leaving I was doing my mental checklist of things I needed to bring, most importantly, my manual, explaining what I need to do. Lo and behold, really not a surprise, I forgot to turn on the crock pot.

30 minutes later, I remember. Of course, I am well into Anoka County by this point. Damn. What can I do? I can’t just leave it sit out all day in the crock pot, I’ll have to throw away three pounds of chicken. Yeah, it was on sale, but is wasn’t FREE. I mentally debated calling my neighbor, but she’s not even usually home during the day. Suddenly I notice the clock. 10:51 am. My dad leaves work at 10, so he is probably home by now, but maybe, just maybe, I can catch him.

I call.

He, fortunately, stopped by the old house for something and was about 10 minutes from my place. I asked if he had a key to my house on him and he did. Hallelujah! I asked him if he would mind stopping by my house and turning on my crock pot for me. He laughed, I suppose it is a strange request, but he agreed to do it. He said he’d do it and call if there was a problem. About 40 minutes later, he called. We did a little phone tag to connect but I got him on the line. He said he turned it on low, and made sure it was plugged in but there wasn’t a light or anything that came on. I assured him it doesn’t have a light and he just had to turn it on. He said it wasn’t warm, I said it takes a minute or two. He checked it again and said, yes, it was now starting to warm.

I thanked him, because, really, how great is he?

And that was that.

Dad saved my chicken.

AND, the best part is, since he turned it on, it FOR SURE won’t dry out!

Just the latest adventure of Super Dad, saving the world, one chicken dinner at a time.

Snow Buddies

And then, perhaps because she could sense what I was writing, my mother just sent me a photo.

And if this doesn’t make you smile, I don’t know what will.


I can’t believe she can even LIFT that heavy wet snow. And I love their identical poses. Weight on the same leg, bent at the same angle, hands in the same position.

But I can’t help wonder why she isn’t wearing gloves? Or mittens? Don’t be fooled by the date on the calendar, it’s COLD outside!

Lent Letter #39

Dear Dad,

As with Mom, you’re obviously one of the biggest influences on my life. I like to pretend that I’m exactly like Mom, but I think we all know the truth. I’ve got so much of you in me. From you I get my pragmatism, my sense of humor, my affinity for math and numbers and music, my stubbornness, and my work ethic, just to name a few.

You’ve been this quiet, steady, presence in my life. You’re not one to insist or jump in with input or advice, you just quietly live your life and offer me a sterling example. So many things I’ve learned, just by seeing how it is that you live your life. This is a powerful example that too many overlook. Aside from that, you are my guide to practicality. When something needs to be decided, when it is something big, I always go to Mom first. But mom responds emotionally to things; while that can be useful at times, it doesn’t always help me decide. After I think about what she says, I ask you. Your advice is tempered, measured, considered, thoughtful. It is to the point and straightforward.

Does that mean I always take your advice?

I think we both know better.

But what it does mean is that I walk through this world with a smart, strong, and savvy mixture of emotion and knowledge, courtesy of my parents. I’m an equal blend of you both. That is something I’m very proud of. I guess you could say that the best thing you ever gave me was you for a father and the fact that you chose Mom to be my mother. I’m grateful. I’m proud.

I love you and I’m glad that you’re my Dad.

Thank you for being part of my life,


(to see why I am doing this, read here)

Saturday’s Woes

I was going to write a long story about this, but let’s just brief it out instead.


That enough? Ok, a bit more. My battery died. I couldn’t find it to jump it. Turns out, that’s because my battery is under the backseat of the car. Yep, sure is.

I even


text my dad a photo of the engine to see if he could find it. I’m not a stupid girl. When I couldn’t find the battery, something had to be going on.

Unfortunately, I was quite a ways away from my house. It was a long jaunt for my dad to come and get me. He jumped the car, after I figured out where the battery was located – using the manual, thank God for print resources, and it has been fine ever since. FINE. Nothing is wrong with it. The battery tests perfectly. So, here’s to hoping it was a fluke. And furthermore, here’s to hoping if it does break down again, it’s at my day job, instead of one of my far off weekend jobs…