June 21st

Oh June 21st, why are you so ironic this year? The first day of summer, suppose to be the longest day of the year. It will be for me, considering i'll be in the car breathing into a sweatshirt for 11 hours. But I always remembered you being pretty. At least clear, I don't like this smoggy sky and pouring buckets that ruined my plans to race 4 miles with my Dad (who has it set in his mind that he was gonna win.) As hard as it was gonna be I was gonna let him, figuired it could be good for me. I don't like when my overcompetitive drive affects people I love in a negative way, not that he cares really. He just likes the fact that we run together, the simple act in itself. This is why I love my Dad so freakin much.

My Dad may be a bit scary, a bit of a loose screw, and a bit frank, but I wouldn't ask for anything more. Or less. He's 52 years old and still giving me a run for my money. I get nervous everytime we run, because I know one of these times he's gonna beat me and i'm never gonna hear the end of it. But I guess it's something to be proud of really, there's nobody else that i'm related to that works out or enjoys it as much as I do. He's just as unsettled as me I think. Always planning new projects, every time I come up to the house it looks better. In a matter of a week they finished a horse stall and painted the inside of the house again. There are more runs in the doggy day care, and more dogs to fill them. I don't know how you do it Dad but I know where I got all my insane amounts of energy from. I'm very proud of him. Happy Father's Day.

Today is also my Mom's birthday. I always used to make her a sentimental, handmade card. Those were her favorite. She didn't want something from the store, or something that costed a lot of money, but rather something she could look at and be reminded of how much she loved me. So in celebration of this day, and the life of my Mom I am going to get something that will remind me of how much I love her. I've wanted to get this tattoo for a long time and was just waiting for the right time, and this seems like it. I want something to remind me of how much she means to me right now in my life, and how much I took for granted, and now i'm gonna go make breakfast for my Dad before I start to cry.