I miss my dad, but I don't.
He and my mom divorced about 3 years back, and he became Mr. Grumpypants to the extreme. But at the same time, he's my dad. He is an out of work insulator, that probably has mesothelioma because of all the asbestos he's worked with over the years. I haven't talked to him in over 2 years.
The last time we spoke a lot is when I was driving him to the hospital so he could have his radiation therapy done on some cancerous spots they found in his throat. That was 2008. Since then, he's moved in with his parents in AZ, and become a total recluse. I speak with Grandma and Grandpa at times, but never hear about dad. Is his cancer gone? Does he have mesothelioma? Did he contact those lawyers you see on TV? Is he still an asshole?
Oh well. I know he's not dead, because I'm his main beneficiary in his will. I'd be informed of his death. So that's good, at least. I guess...
Ok, onto the lighter side of things. I have a twitter account (@Spud_Slinger) and my blogging contest competition and I have been going back and forth with jokes and jabs. We eventually started talking about "The shocker."
|Don't knock it til you try it|
Q, the MC of the blogging battle, had no idea what that was. So I, um, popped his cherry by showing him this video.