I miss being able to hang out with my dad.

For all the irritating and ridiculous things he says, for all his Archie Bunker one liners.
I miss waking up on Saturday mornings because I can hear him drumming through my ear plugs, or watching drum teaching video's and Rush concert dvds. I miss going downtown to buy records and have coffee. Making fun of his crazy pants that he wears around the house that he's had since I was little.

If you are a father and have a daughter.
She will remember.
She'll remember the adventure walks from when she was 6. She'll remember how you reacted to the cup she made for you in kindergarten, or the midnight snack when she was 4. She'll remember that you actually liked her, as a person. Not just because she was your daughter and you had too.

And she will love you forever because of it..



sometimes you can know too much.
sometimes knowing too much hurts.



You know it's PMS when :
They ask you whats wrong and,
First you snarl at them, followed by lots of sobbing/whimpering/nobody LOVES me