I'm still not comfortable with the concept of me being a father. I don't mean "caring for and raising a child"...I'm actually OK with that. It's the concept of "father" as in "Father's Day" that's foreign to me.
I get stuff for my dad on Father's Day. He's part of a fraternity of hard working chaps with pipes in their mouths and a firm but kind lesson to share with Wally and the Beav. What the hell am I doing lined-up with them?
People asked, "What are you doing for Father's Day?" and I never had a response. It just seemed like any other day to me, except that I had to frantically scramble for a card and gift for my dad (again). I'd probably do what I always do: chase Cheeky, watch bad TV, herd dysfunctional goats, and concoct excuses for why I wasn't doing something more productive. My dad lives where Father's Day was invented; I live where chop suey was invented. Again, the application of the title seems ill-fitting.
So when Oodgie asked me a few weeks back what I wanted for Father's Day, I told her I didn't need anything. After all, it's just another day in the life. But she pressed me on it, so I went for the brass ring: The only thing I wanted was Guitar Hero II.
This was a long-shot since this gift neatly encapsulates everything Oodgie hates in the universe:
- video games
- loud, awesome, rocking music
- me ignoring her for long periods of time
So why not? I figured I'd have no chance of getting it, and Oodgie would be off the hook getting me anything else.
But far be it for my wife to deny me anything I truly want. And so it is with a plastic guitar, generously decorated with stickers by Cheeky, that I officially accept the mantle of "father." I've got me a fine woman.
Party at my place, guys. Alice Cooper, Guns & Roses and The Stooges will be your musical guests. Oodgie will likely be somewhere else. Thanks, baby!





Ah yes.....what a fine gift you have recieved. Just in time for the 80's addition to come out later this month. Happy fathers day Tony. Celebrate with a little "Rock N' Roll Hootchi Koo" on expert.
You'll be sweatin'
Posted by: TheKeytarHero | June 18, 2007 at 12:30 PM
I'll retrieve my Bic lighter immediately.
Posted by: p-man | June 18, 2007 at 01:18 PM
EEEEEEE!! Goats!! Horay!!! Oh, and Happy Father's Day.
Posted by: TheOtherCW | June 18, 2007 at 02:54 PM
I totally love your wife.
Corey decorated my guitar as well. LOL. So weird to be a heavy metal guitar rocker when your son asks "Why do we shout at a devil, daddy?"
When the 80's one is released, Sarah & I driving up to jam!
Posted by: Hygiene Dad | June 18, 2007 at 03:58 PM
Party on! Excellent.
Posted by: whit | June 18, 2007 at 04:54 PM
Hey, Happy Father's Day! Teach Cheeky how to rock. (She has so much hair now! How cute is she?!)
Posted by: the weirdgirl | June 19, 2007 at 10:12 AM
This is why my kids know the difference between a flying V and a SG.
Happy Fathers Day.
Posted by: Sarah, Goon Squad Sarah | June 19, 2007 at 01:02 PM