My Dad's intro...

Still in a funnier mood. Here's my Dad's intro in the book.

My dad is one of the coolest people. Well, maybe not cool, but he sure is fun to hang around. Even if it is only 8 degrees outside, and there's three inches of ice on the ground, and it's midnight. Midnight! He will cheerfully tell you, in his annoyingly perky morning person way,

“Hey, the milker made it this morning...”

Yes! I'm thinking. I get to go back to bed, I get to back to bed! In a lovely, and happy sing song voice in my head.

“So why don't we just do the chores now.” and off he goes.

Whistling.

It's midnight, and he's whistling.

And I am armed.

With a pitchfork.

If that isn't some sort of death wish, than I don't know what would be. But I still gave the milk cows their alfalfa, fed the calves milk, and helped my dad with the flush. So I guess it was all good in the end.

When you look at him, especially in pictures. My dad seems like an imposing person. He's tall, bald, has a goatee, and bulging biceps. But really, he is just one big teddy bear. Maybe that's because he had raised two daughters, and only one son. When you're outnumbered, it's hard to stay a rough and tough dairy farmer all the time.

We have spent countless hours together on the farm. Been through many adventures and some just rather ordinary days. But I wouldn't trade any one of them for the world.