or, maybe, keeping w/ the Big Star thematic...'When My Baby's Beside Me'? (Thanks BK)
As this post finds me on the horizon of my very first Father's Day, i'd like to give a shout-out to Dads everywhere...including me own. I credit my Pop for my sense of humor, amongst other things. I only hope I can provide a life for my kids like he provided for us. I still can't comprehend his need to put salt in his beer (don't ask me) or his allegiance to the St. Louis Cardinals, but he's my old man and i'll let him slide.
My plans for the weekend look to consist of a couple of bottles of the inaugural batch of Fat Tire shipped to Chicago, a copy of 'Kung Fu Hustle' fresh from Netflix, Cubs vs. Detroit in the comfort of air conditioning, BBQ ribs on the grill, a possible viewing of 'Nacho Libre' w/ the Mrs. while Grandma watches the boys and a mystery gift (ooh) that will be unveiled on Sunday. While all that adds up to a Father's Day weekend fit for a king, the best part of it will be spending time w/ the two monkeys that have bestowed me w/ the title of 'Dad' and the wonderful woman who blessed me by bringing them into our life.
So, to those of you who are Dads...have a great weekend. To those of you who aren't...be sure to give yours a ring, pat on the back, hug, salt shaker for his beer, whatever. I've said it before, it's the hardest job i've ever done...but it's also the best thing i've ever been given the opportunity to do.
