I’m such a bad daughter

Seriously.

I’ve always been calendar challenged.  It got much better when I had a job because every Saturday and Sunday I was in mass and had to keep up with what weekend it was and all that crap.

Now that I don’t have a job- well I have a job, but I don’t have a job that necessarily requires me to know what day it is, although if I don’t start writing some posts suitable for print I have a feeling Mr. Boss Man (his official title) is going to start letting me know what day it is- I can’t keep track of days of the week or month for shit.

Case in point.

My dad’s birthday is February 4th. If you had asked me when February 4th was I would have told you today. Yea, it was yesterday.

I pulled some eggs out for breakfast this morning, checked when they expired and said- February 4th, dad’s birthday, I really need to call him today.

Quick glance at the calendar…. AAAAAHHHHHHHH FEBRUARY 4TH IS NOT TODAY!!!!!!!!!!!! OH MY GOD I NEED TO CALL IMMEDIATELY!

So I did, and he was cool with it. Might have something to do with dealing with my flightiness for 32 years.

My mother however comma with her impeccable sense of timing, just texted me asking what the song sung at funerals to the hymn tune Old Hundreth was.  I quickly told her it was Song of Farewell and that I actually preferred the Ernest Sands version at my funeral and seriously it wasn’t like I forgot his birthday all together but rather just misplaced the day.

Luckily she quickly assured me that one had nothing to do with the other and made sure I knew that when she dies I use the Old Hundreth version.  I suppose with it being her funeral I’ll go ahead and use it, but it will be done so rather begrudgingly.

Anyways- as a reconciliatory action, a little video of one of my dad’s favorites.  Not father/daughter song at all but still a great, done by one of my absolute favorite singing actresses.

My dad has a music box that plays this song and is of the Normal Rockwell print of a clown and a dog.

I love that music box.

Actually there are three music boxes in my parent’s house that I will fight tooth and nail with my siblings over.  Not that my parents are hopefully anywhere near those end times (I’ve now discussed my mother’s funeral and what I want when they die in one post- fantastic) but still- tooth and nail.

So yea- happy birthday dad!

And I leave you with another from Ms. Close- perhaps her best.

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About Amanda Broyles

Amanda is amazing. Amanda is spectacular. Amanda is humble. Amanda is also a full time college student so take pity on her and don't complain when her TV reviews aren't up immediately following an episode.
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