Crazy Goggles

Today we will discuss Father’s Day. I did Mother’s Day, so I’m bound by responsibility to do Father’s Day. Then again, I never really was good with responsibility. I’m kidding, I’m doing Father’s Day because I do it for my dad. I wasn’t joking about that responsibility thing, though. Now you might be asking yourself, “Why is this post late?”. Well, if you’re not asking yourself, I’ll tell you anyway. My computer crashed. I was too lazy to do it on any other computer, so I waited until mine was fixed. There. Now you know the guy who’s writing this is a lazy, irresponsible slob. Go ahead, laugh. Let’s not keep the spotlight on me, though. Today is?about Father’s Day, not me. That’s every other day.

I won’t get into the very long article that Wikipedia has. It’d bore you to death. I mean that in the nicest way possible, people at Wikipedia. It’s just that they have a bunch?facts and not a whole lot of humor. Wikipedia is a very good information source though, it just in this case, it has a little too much information. It is believed that Father’s Day started in the early twentieth century. It is celebrated on the third Sunday of June in fifty-five countries. It’s celebrated in even more countries than that, it’s just not on the same day. That is, according to Wikipedia. We all know how reliable that is. I’m kidding, it’s very reliable. I wrote a long 610 word post about Mother’s Day, so I have to write at least that long of one today. I’ll just fill it with useless, emotional junk that will make you cry and hug your dad. Seriously though, who wants that? I mean it’s not like fathers want to have an entire day devoted to them, given a present, be appreciated and have one of the biggest holidays in several countries celebrated because of him. Who would want that? That question is rhetorical, put your hand down. I do not want to have to use a megaphone, put your hand down. Yes you. Third row, fourth seat to the left. Put your hand down, now! Fine, I guess you actually want all that stuff to happen to you. I just don’t get people these days.

Now, in my Mother’s Day post I asked what your mom meant to you. And nobody responded to that. Thanks for your support guys. So now I’ll ask you what your father means to you. Somebody better answer this one. The mom is usually seen as the kind, loving parent. Well the dad is too. Isn’t that right dads? I can’t defend you if you don’t agree with me you know. Well if?you don’t agree with me, I agree with myself! I guess that doesn’t make much of a?difference though. Back to the point. What does your father mean to you? Did he teach you how to ride a bike? Or how to fly a kite? What about riding the four wheeler with him? Did he do any of these things? If they answer is no, then your dad is a fat, lazy, irresponsible jerk who should get to know his kids more. I’m kidding. He’s probably just an irresponsible jerk. If he’s not, then good. Most dad’s aren’t, but you’d be surprised at how many are. I won’t point fingers. I guess I have to make up a nice little saying to make my dad feel good like I did for my mom now. Well, here it goes. “You caught me when I fell, you pushed me back up. You kept me on my own two feet. You scolded me when I was wrong, steered me right. I always know that you’re the one for me. You were my role model in life, and still are. Why did it have to be you!”. There you go. A nice, emotional, mushy little poem thingy. I expect one of those from everyone of you! I didn’t get them last time, I expect them now.

Well I outdid myself. I wrote more than the Mother’s Day post. Thank you, thank you. No need to make me bow. Alright, I will. There, happy? I’m just glad there’s one day in the entire year, that people recognize how important fathers are. Remember that everyday, because if you don’t, I’ll get you. I’m kidding, I’ll hire somebody to do that. I won’t do that, I don’t have the money! Just appreciate your dad every day. When it’s Father’s Day, make it extra special. He’ll like that. I know I would. Actually I wouldn’t, but I would. I’m getting confused. I’m just going to end this post now. Bye.