HAPPY BIRTHDAY POPS!!!
Some of you may actually have heard this enough already. But me? I can't say it enough, so here I go again:
I have the greatest blogdad in the 'sphere. There's a reason I call him my *true blogdad.* Many blogparents inspired our decision to blog without even realizing it until we tell them. That's why this is a world where the baby names the parents. Bass ackward, as it were.
But my blogdad? He ACTS like a blogdad. Patiently and over a long time, despite my shyness and technophobia, he encouraged me to start blogging. He's also spent countless hours emailing me with answers to blogging questions, helping me out with health problems, and even mobilizing the Scooter Crew last year. That scooter made an enormous difference in my life.
And despite being an otherwise perfectly dignified civil engineer and ever so handsome Desert Cat, he doesn't even mind me calling him Pops.
I just LOVES me some Desert Cat! Pops, you RAWK.
So have a really great one, and many happy returns.
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Pssst....hey....wanna throw him a surprise party? In the garden with the trellises, roses all blooming from a healthy dose of bat guano? I'll make sangria and light the tikki torches.
Oh, YES! And sweet peas too. Everyone will be walking down your cobblestone paths and admiring them, or offering their gentle little *suggestions* perhaps. And DC might be off sitting quietly in a chair, sketching it all...
:)
If we're talking Blog Dads, I'd have to say mine was BillyD - he was the one who pushed me into giving it a try. I wonder if he wishes he hadn't? :P
You know, morris, I've often wondered! I'm afraid I don't know this one. Got a link?
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