Let’s get at this.
It’s not like the girls’ questions have ever stopped. No, dad just doesn’t answer them on the internet like he used to. He’s all … responsible. Writing stuff for his job, journaling, sitting perfectly still in his recliner, silent.
It’s different from when he does this after eating pizza.
At that point, he’s reclined and grinning like a baby with gas. No, he’s actually meditating. That’s fine and all, but Go Ask Daddy posts don’t just write themselves.
10 things of gratitude
1. I’m so grateful for opportunities. I’ve written two guest posts in the past week or so, one at Midlife Margaritas and one at The Bold Thing. I will write separate posts about each, but here are the links.
2. I’m grateful for kids who seek adventure. One flew cross-country to meet the boyfriend’s ‘rents. She hiked, relaxed and she hit many Goodwills in California. The younger two spent a weekend camping in Tennessee. Those stories are still coming in.
3. Perspective, patience, and perseverance.
4. Systems and more – and pushing through them. I’ve implemented many with the idea of getting back to myself. Writing on the regular. It’s going to happen. It’s happening.
5. Potential. In myself and around me. It’s always there, but when you see it, it’s like Taco Tuesday. Monday-through-Sunday.
6. Serendipity. Sometimes, it’s splendid. Also? If it doesn’t happen every day, that’s okay. That’s a big discovery for me.
7. Time. Peace. Sometimes you just exist in it and appreciate it.
8. The hope in every day. Maybe hope isn’t the best word. I’m not a rebel fighter. The prospect of every day. The hidden growth or chances or game plan we can’t yet see.
9. When my girls wear my T-shirts. They used to do it when they were little and missed me. I don’t know why they still do but I am not complaining.
10. My words. They’re clumsy and sometimes they fail, but they’re always my own.
What did the girls ask?
1. Why do guys sing so high now?
So many ways to go with this.
A Google search with that question reveals three videos teaching how boys can sing high. I know singing high doesn’t make you less a man. I grew up listening to Frankie Valli.
He sang Walk Like A Man but sang high like a girl.
Usually, we associate the high notes with Mariah Carey, or Celine Dion, or Arianna Grande. Boys can hit the high notes, too. That Zayn kid you guys used to love from New Direction. (Weren’t they supposed to be the new Beatles?)
Let’s not forget Michael Jackson. What dad among us hasn’t tried to hoo-hoo-hoo in the car or in the shower?
Our ideas about masculinity are in transition right now. That’s okay. Hitting high notes as a dude isn’t destroying my gender. Even NFL players are spending more time being pretty than being gritty today.
No matter where they are on the vocal spectrum, it’s still right to hold a door for a woman or give up your seat in a conference room or light rail car. That’s how you walk like a man.
2. Wasn’t Captain America once wimpy?
Yes – he’s Skinny Steve Rogers, and his busting out was no less instant (and controversial) than baseball slugger Sammy Sosa jumping 17 shirt sizes faster than Mark MacGuire could rip a T-shirt or Chris Farley a little coat.
British Shakespearean actor Leander Deeny is listed as a bartender/body double in The Avengers. Through the magic of CGI, filmmakers projected Deeny’s teeny body in place of the hulking mass of man Chris Evans for the pre-change scenes.
I know many of you out there have no shame in swooning over Chris. You ladies look at him the same way I do a deep-dish pizza. Leander’s performance is so noteworthy because he had to watch the scene Chris did, and mimic his movements to near perfection for the magic to work.
It’s Super Soldier Serum that puffed out The Cap like a Chippendale. They call it something different in Major League Baseball. Stuff not easy to pronounce. Steve Rogers was such a brave soldier that the U.S. government decided to make him immortal.
He’ll walk like a man for eternity.
3. What does Michael Buble sing besides Christmas songs?
Lots of soulful stuff.
Most people know him for a bevy of Christmas classics. I’m grateful for those tracks, even though they didn’t make the list above. They could have. Christmas music is tired and worn out. I love when Michael Buble and Harry Connick come along and add some nutmeg and cumin.
Michael’s most famous song, probably, isn’t even good at capturing his essence. Just Haven’t Met You Yet sounds like a sitcom theme song. It’s sugary enough to blend right in with late-model Elton John and Bryan Adams (their 70s stuff is another story. A good ‘nother story.)
My boy is a classic crooner, but he isn’t without faults. There is no Super Singer Serum, apparently – he dated the downright dreamy Emily Blount and did her wrong.
Among my favorite songs of his that you should check out girls, are remakes of Feeling Good, Save the Last Dance for Me, and this one:
4. What is Malcolm’s last name in Malcolm in the middle?
It’s almost as elusive as sightings of Maris in Frasier or Vera in Cheers.
It’s Wilkerson. You have to look for it in a nametag on a school uniform in the pilot, and on the cutting room floor – it was part of a joke that didn’t make the cut. Big brother Frances drops his name badge at Malcolm’s graduation.
The name on it? Frances Nolastname.
I tried to find Malcolm’s middle name, but not even the fan sites have it. Also? His dad, Hal? We never learn what his profession actually is. Oh, and Malcolm also didn’t treat the women the best all the time, either – especially Anita, the fortune-telling hippie he looked down on.
(Played by Rosanna Arquette. Sigh.)
5. If you had Jimi Hendrix’s autograph, would you sell it if we needed the money?
Kid, I’d sell a personalized Rosanna Arquette autographed Rockies cap for us.
None of my possessions mean the world to me. I hold tight to few things – stuff that belonged to my dad, items you girls gave me or made me or picked for me. Any shirt with a memory tied to one of you is destined to spend eternity in my closet.
I have autographs from Michael Jordan and Dell Curry (he’s Steph’s dad.) Willow Bay and Basia. (I got that one by breaking the rules.) I have old Joe Namath football cards and a pair of lugnuts I ganked from pit road after the last NASCAR race at North Wilkesboro Speedway.
I’d sell it all, even my Star Wars figures. Except for the ones you’ve given me, of course.
I’m grateful for those.
Other posts in the A to Z Challenge
A is for Approachable Stranger in Target
B is for Boy without a job
C is for Courtney Wright, guest blogger
E is for Is he EVER going to catch up?
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