First and foremost I think he's as good as it gets. He is a lone ranger at our house, living with 3 of the girliest girls you'll find. He is slow to anger and quick to laugh. He leads our family with the love of Christ and pursues Him on a daily basis. He's one of the goofiest guys I know, and is probably half the reason I'm the weirdo I'm proud to be. He appreciates my passions and encourages my constant chasing after them.
Steve (my dad) is one of the only Dad's I know of who enjoys all the dance shows that come along with having someone like me for a daughter. Though it has been a long and achingly slow process, he has given me tough skin and a high tolerance for embarrassment. For example...
- T-ball games from the bleachers- (Bethany Goes to bat, Dad stands up) "Bethany! Before ya hit...PULL UP YOUR SOOOOCKS!"
- Kappa Alpha Theta New Member Presentation 2009. Dad's escort daughter across stage to pose for a picture. Did the Stutsman's comply? No. We strutted across the stage, arm in arm, and POSED for the picture. (picture posted above)
- Spring Break cruise 2009. My Dad competed in the "Hairy Chest Contest" on the main deck of the ship with, I mean, HUNDREDS of spectators, my dad competed against at least 20 young, tan, chiseled spring breakers in a contest that had nothing to do with a hairy chest...though my Dad does have a hairy one. A different random song would come on, and one at a time, the guys would dance down, shirtless, from the second deck to the first deck, where my friends and I sat, to their respective song. After my Dad came down with the crowd seriously ROARING, (he was hilarious) he came down for his grand finale, found me and my sister, and we both got up and kissed him. The whole ship thought we just kissed some random old man- it was great. When I sat in the hot tub a little later, I heard 2 teen-aged brats talking about the "weird guy who won" and for the first time in my life I got to say, "Hey, that's my DAD." It was so invigorating that I kept with the dramatic attitude (I still swear it was all in slow motion) and I stood up in the hot tub, shook my hair out, glanced back with an evil eye, and got out. [Dad won a bottle of champagne]
- Dance team date night at a Mavs game- Date says: "Hey Bethany...isn't that your dad?" I look at the JUMBO TRON to see my dad...doing the chicken dance mixed with portions of the thriller dance I taught him. Pants are pulled up and drastically surpassing his belly button- floodin' like you aint neva seen, polo shirt buttoned all the way up, and the dance team button with my FACE and NAME on it pinned, in clear view, to his shirt. Did I know he was going to that game? No. Did he go solely to do that? Yes. Did he get invited back with tickets paid for to be featured on the court at a half time as the "Doctor of Dance"? Why, yes.
There's way more where that came from, but maybe I'll tell them sporadically in other posts. In honor of Father's Day, I made my Dad a card that is in the shape of my dog, Moe's head (he's a labradoodle. I'll post a picture of him too) that my dad said he'll use to post around the neighborhood, should Moe ever go missing. I crumpled it up to look nappy like Moe's curly body does, drew his face on, wrote a note on the back, and signed it from me....and Moe...........and the other dog, Harley who, let's face it, is second place to Moe. We're also going to see TOY STORY 3, me and my Dad's very favorite series. We need to leave in 15 minutes and Karen (Mom) is still blow drying her hair...typical. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed a little glimpse into the man who raised me and the diddy about my daddy. Happy Sunday, dear readers. Do something fun with your dad today...and then make a habit of it...because Dad's are cool once you let them be.
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