My parents worked hard for all they have. I grew up appreciating everything I my parents gave me. I wasn't given a car when I turned 16, but I never went without anything either. (Unlike these kids on my Super Sweet 16 on MTV, but that is not the point of this blog.) My parents raised my older brother, me, my cousin R, my cousin C and at one point helped out every member in my family. My parents cared for my ailing grandmother when she was dying of emphazema. They took in my Uncle R (father of cousins R and C) when he was dying of lung cancer...they are great, caring people.
There is one reason that I do love them more than anything else though...and that is because they are always cracking me (more times I am laughing AT them, than WITH them.)
Today I had to send out an email because my PDA died and had to be reset, so I lost all of my information.
This is the email I sent out:
My Palm Pilot died and I have to upload new information (no it was not backed up on my new work PC)
When you get a chance if you can send me your info I would appreciate it.
Thanks and sorry,
This is the e-mail I get back from my dad:
robin you lost all of your info on me? how can that possibly be true I've known you all of your life I watched you take your first breath ,seen your first tears,held you in my arms when you were only minutes old and now you don't even know me? love dad
I love my dad - even if he's crazy :o)