My Dad's White Brief Underwear

I come from a family of alcoholics (by both blood and marriage), drug smugglers, and diabetics…and that’s just my father's side.

My healthy farm stock genes are both my blessing and my curse. I am tall and large boned (yes…you can call it ‘fat’ if you must) for a woman. I owe it all to my father. Thanks Dad!

Here are some of my favorite Dad stories:

Story #1
Coming home from a weekend trip to Tijuana my dad turned on the Radio:
(Conversation originally in Spanish)

Dad: ‘I like this song.’ (as he is dancing and driving) ‘Mija, I like this song…what is it saying?’

Me: ‘Papi (What I call my dad in Spanish), I am not going to translate what it says.”

Dad: ‘Why not? I like it’

Me: ‘Because once I tell you what it says, you are not going to like it.’

Song in question: ‘Me So Horney’ by Two Live Crew

Story #2
All my dad’s side of the family suffer from what they call ‘rheumatism’. It’s basically an aching of the bones/muscles when we are tired, cold or stressed. As an adult I have learned to control the pain, but as a kid it was torture.
I would go to bed fine and in the middle of the night the pain would start. I would call out for my dad to come and massage my arms and legs. Not once did he complain because I woke him up (and he had to get up at 4 am to go to work the next morning). He would come in half asleep and start massaging my legs and then my arms. He wouldn’t stop massaging until I told him I was fine again. Sometimes he would fall asleep sitting next to my bed, at which time I had to shake him awake for him to continue because I was still in pain. My poor sweet dad, he laughed when I told him (as an adult) that as soon as I saw his white brief underwear walk through my door…I knew everything was going to be okay.

Happy Father's Day!

p.s. - He still does not know the lyrics to 'Me So Horney' becasue I never translated it for him....AS IF!!