Where's My Camera?

I took the thing to work a while ago and now I can't find it.

I know it's here. I put it somewhere "safe."

I am starting to feel like my dad. It's been a running joke in our family that Dad can never find his keys. Back in the "olden days" when having words put on t-shirts was unusual, we had a shirt made for Dad that said, "Where are my keys?" And he wore it.

That was over 30 years ago. He still can't find his keys.

And his daughter can't find her camera.

Sorry SSS angel... I am still looking and promise to show everyone how wonderful your gifts are as soon as it turns up.

Dad

(my dad)

I am so fortunate to still have my dad with me. He'll be 73 in November, but I just don't think he looks it.

He certainly doesn't ACT it - he's extremely active and always on the go. Since retiring, he's lived on Grand Cayman Island, started a new career on the island, retired again, remarried to a wonderful woman, and has traveled around the world (literally), has a house on a lake near Houston and a ranch (complete with longhorns and a horse) not far from the lake.

Oh, they just got a little place in Riudose, New Mexico to escape the heat.

He wears me out with all he's got going on as a retired person.

Oh, and on top of all that, he's always "there" for us. Dad isn't, to be truthful, the best communicator when it comes to feelings, but we know. And that's good enough.

Today will be Jerry's 3rd Father's Day. He's a really good dad to our daughter.

Our daughter, however, is spending the night at a friend's house... wonder when she'll come home to spend Father's Day with her dad?

I'll let ya' know.

(nicole's dad)