I enjoyed reading your post, what a beautiful story!

Well, I can honestly say that my Dad is the most patient person I have ever known. I can not ever remember seeing him angry, and neither can any of my siblings. He wasn’t even angry when I told him that I hit a post with the family van and ripped the mirror off the door, or when I was in a car accident at age 16 and totaled the car. He is always giving good advice on what to do if you need new brake pads or if the air conditioning in your car doesn’t seem to be working quite right. He loves to cook, though he doesn’t get the chance very often, and some of his specialities are Rice Pudding, Tapioca, and Cinnamon Rolls (all of these are made completely from scratch). One of my best memories about my Dad is when I was a sophomore in college and I was really stressed and worried because of a writing class that I was in and I didn’t have my own computer. I didn’t know how I was going to get all of my assignments done. I had talked to my mom a little about it one night on the phone, and the next morning, around 7 am, my dad called me and said he felt that he needed to give me a call to see what was worrying me. I remember almost crying when I talked to him because I knew he had been inspired to call me. He helped me as he has so many times in my life. He ended up giving me my family’s computer, and they got another one, even though they hadn’t planned on doing that right then. Another thing that my Dad loves to do is go camping, and this summer, he is taking all of his children into the Uinta Moutains for a a few days. We are packing in all of our gear, either on our backs or on horses. We use to do this a lot when I was younger but we haven’t done this as a family for a long time, so I am really looking forward to spending some time with my Dad again, especially since it will be in the mountains like we use to do.

Sound of Music just annoys me to no end, especially Julie Andrews’ hair. So does Grease, I just do not get the appeal. Even the name is bad, and ONJ goes from sweet to slutty. How is that good?

do you like modern musicals like moulin rouge? (i love it!)

on the wasp: i dithered on whether to include this paragraph or not. my dad’s taken a lot of heat about the incident over the years. better a wasp than a scorpion, anyway. i certainly hadn’t learned the difference between wit and cutting remarks at the time (hope i’ve learned a bit since then). so i’m not mad — really. (oh, and i could never blame my tongue on being shy; definitely on being insecure or unsure at times, but never shy).

I can’t believe your dad compared you to a wasp. Surely there are more attractive things with stinging tongues. Actually, isn’t the stinger on the backside? I’ve also been accused of having a nasty tongue in the past, and I was guilty as charged, it came from being shy. As I became more outgoing, unaccustomed to such a way of being, I would blurt out whatever sounded good. Usually it was something that was funny at the expense of someone else, I had no mercy. I hope I’m better now!