Hanging out with Dad
So I went home this weekend for a dental appointment, and after grabbing some delicious Central Jersey pizza I went with my dad to an extrication class.
See, dad’s on the volunteer First Aid Squad in town, and I just happened to be traveling with my camera when they started chopping cars.
Thus, I humbly submit my father, with a sledgehammer.

I hope this lends some insight into why I’m me. He loved this graphic.
I, on the other hand, loved the following picture (also of my dad):
Let’s start our own volunteer something or other. I’d say a TheScrabbled Fire Brigade, but flames are hot and ouchy.
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since we’re talking about Dads… great joke:
Dad at the Mall
I took my dad to the mall the other day to buy some new shoes (he is 92).
We decided to grab a bite at the food court. I noticed he was watching a teenager sitting next to him. The teenager had spiked hair in all different colors: green, red, orange, and blue. My dad kept staring at him. The teenager would look and find him staring every time.
When the teenager had had enough, he sarcastically asked, ’What’s the matter old man, never done anything wild in your life?’
Knowing my Dad, I quickly swallowed my food so that I would not choke on his response, knowing he would have a good one, and in classic style he did not bat an eye in his response.
‘Got drunk once, and had sex with a peacock. I was just wondering if you were my son.’
there are so many of my (and evan’s) dad… the most recent are these that show his diplomatic nature:
http://web.me.com/staceyclairetyler/Site/Last_Viewed_Event.html#1





