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Dinner with dad

21 Aug

Yesterday afternoon, I received the following text from my Dad:

“Where are we going for dinner tonight? Dad”

I didn’t realize we had dinner planned, so my reply was:

“What do you mean? Were we supposed to go to dinner tonight?”

He texted back:

“No, but Mom is heading to C-bus so you’re cooking!”

Then I remembered my Mom was visiting my sister in Columbus. I had a good laugh from his text and decided we should go out to dinner. It’s a rare occasion that I get to hang out one-on-one with my Dad, and this was a good opportunity.

It was nice having my Dad’s full attention for a couple of hours. I can’t say we talked about anything of real importance, but it was really great to just talk to him.

The older I get, the more I realize how lucky I am to have the parents I do. No matter what, I know they’ll always be there for me – whether it’s making a big, life decision or simply going to dinner.

{love them}

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It’s a country way of life

8 May

One of the things I love about my life is growing up on a farm. No, not the farm you’re thinking of… I didn’t get up before school and milk cows or own horses (well, we did have a pony once). My dad has a regular job, but he grew up farming and decided it was something he wanted to continue doing. We all jokingly call it his hobby. Maybe it’s crazy to have farming as a hobby, but the truth is I’m glad he does.

Sure there were times when I hated it. Like when it was hay season or getting up early to pick sweet corn or coming home from school and selling pumpkins. But I also got to experience so many amazing things. Like watching a baby calf be born or riding a pony or collecting fresh chicken eggs or most importantly, spending quality time with my Dad.

With being away at school, and working most summers, I haven’t been able to help out on the farm in awhile. However, today I climbed back up on the tractor with my Dad and helped him out on the farm. We only moved some equipment around, but it was nice spending time with him and brought back a lot of memories.

It’s days like these when I realize that it really is the simple joys in life that make you the happiest.

Our Farm

Our Farm

P.S. I know this post was kind of about Dad, but Happy Mother’s Day Mom! Thank you for making my life beautiful.

Don’t sweat the small stuff

6 Apr

Today, I woke up annoyed.

I was having a bad hair day (thank God for headbands), and there was a giant zit in the middle of my forehead. Then, I got stuck behind someone who didn’t have an E-Z Pass, but decided to go in the E-Z Pass lane anyway (can’t he read a sign). And finally, my tiny bladder (seriously, it’s the size of a golf ball) decided to work overtime today, and I literally had to pee almost every hour.

I was all ready to come home and blog about everything that was annoying me (and I kind of did), but then I just couldn’t be annoyed anymore. When I walked through the door, my mom had a nice dinner ready for me. I had a lovely Skype date with the boyfriend. Then, I worked out and all those endorphins started kicking in. I was feeling so good that I didn’t get irritated when my Dad asked for computer help, and I even went out of my way to give Dante (our dog) his favorite treat.

Everyone gets annoyed (it happens), but as I was reminded today, it’s silly to get worked up about it.

Remember, don’t sweat the small stuff  :-)

It’s the Little Things

17 Mar

Me and my Dad (Mardi Gras ski trip last year)

I was sitting at my desk this morning, when I noticed an incoming phone call. It was my Dad, which I found slightly odd because he doesn’t really like talking on the phone. This was our conversation:

Hey Mimi, it’s your Dad.

Hi Dad, what’s up?

I was just calling to say Happy St. Patrick’s Day.

Happy St. Patrick’s Day to you too.

Well, I have to go. Have a good day.

You too Dad. Love you.

Sometimes in life it’s the little things that make you smile. And if that wasn’t enough to make my day, my work roomie (we share an office) and I decided to get sushi for lunch.

Happy St. Patrick’s Day! :-)

Side Note: When my brother was little he couldn’t say my name so he called me Mimi. The nickname sort of stuck. However, it is reserved for family members only.