muchos gracias, fat baby.

the other day, my dear old dad typed me a simple message. "may i have access to your BLOG?"
i laughed at it's formality. of course you can! no biggie! it's just a blog...

 but then i realized it was more than a blog. it was the innermost workings of my mind. i am granting unnamed visitors access to things usually left tolled for with long standing friendship, relativity or coincidence putting you in my path after little sleep.

well dad, you're welcome. your daughter is a freak. enjoy this show for free.

whenever i do something especially weird, my dad , whose tolerance is now high, responds with a very diplomatic "you are one of the most interesting people i've ever met." if i knew how, i would italicize the word interesting. you'd know exactly how he said it then. he can say that as much as he wants though, cause everyone knows i'm at least 50% of his making.

when my dad was little he spent hours and hours creating his own nature hike in his yard. he identified plants and marked the little forest with homemade wooden signs.
when my dad was voted homecoming king, he hid so that he wouldn't have to do the first dance.
when my dad was little he would run to beat the bus home so that when it drove past his place he could be on his tractor and look cool in front of the other kids (i always showed off with my chores too, chuck!)

it's funny to think of our parents as little. i have a picture of my dad as a baby sitting by my bed. i think it's my favorite picture of all time. except for that one where the mona lisa is holding a corgi dog. not even baby chas can top that. sometimes i stare at it (the chuck one) and giggle...and sometimes i cry. something about babies makes me go emotionally bonkers.

i've never met a baby i didn't like...except for that old looking skinny one. hopefully i get to have a baby one day. i really want it to be fat and wear baby glasses... but i guess as long as it's healthy i will be happy (but extra happy if its fat, god!) i was watching a fat baby once and it took everything in my being not to kidnap it to mexico. my grandparents would be very unhappy with me if i did. they don't like mexico.