My Dad

Last night as I was driving home from Hy-Vee I all of a sudden realized how much I was like my Dad.  One of the things that used to drive me insane when I was younger was that my father can never take the same route to and from a location.  He always has to take one way there and a different way back.  He would call it "the scenic route."  I used to tell him I would never learn my way around because he always took different routes so I could never learn them.  What really got me last night was when I realize I always take one route to Hy-Vee (leave my apartment, got N. on South Main, turn on to University and then turn in at Valley Park Dr.) but for some reason I ALWAYS take a different way home from Hy-Vee (go out toward Boulder and take the back roads around to Orchard then go back North to my apartment.)  I know it is silly to find this amusing but as I got home and was telling my roommates how I'm like my dad I realized something else that I got from my father, the purpose of my going to Hy-Vee in fact.

If you have every watched My Big Fat Greek Wedding, you know that the father in that movie thinks that Windex will cure all things: every alignment, every cut, etc.  Well my family finds this hilarious because this is how we grew up thinking about Vicks.  If you don't know what Vicks is then first of all shame on you, but it's a vapor rub.  I remember my father sticking this stuff in my nose as a child and telling him it smelled and I didn't like it!  He was always assure me that if i wore it, in the morning I would feel so much better.  And here I sit, with a cold and a nose and chest covered in Vicks, which was my purpose of going to Hy-Vee at nine o'clock last night. 

I am proud to say that there are more things than just my ADD driving and cold remedies that are just like my dad, but these are just my recent realizations.  Love you Dad!