It’s Father’s Day and like the good daughter I am, I neglected to send a card to my Dad because I thought Father’s Day was next week proving his point that no one remembers Father’s Day.

I may need this on a t-shirt…

I thought about sending a card last minute, scrambling to find a mailbox in time, but I decided to do something different and write my dad his very own blog post explaining why he is awesome.

Now, I know what you’re thinking. Your dad is more awesome. And well…the competition is fierce. There are a lot of awesome dads out there. Heck, Errol created an entire song about being a Super Dad.

My dad hasn’t flown to the moon. He hasn’t invented the cure for cancer. As far as I know he isn’t a top secret spy.

But he worked hard to be our dad and he’s been a huge influence on me. And there are many other reasons he is awesome.

For instance, he likes bacon.

BACON!

And steak.

STEAK!

And many other types of meat. And he can cook them awesomely. Although the kitchen suffers for his epic efforts.

Yeah, that’s about right. And the cleaning duties fell to us.

He is an engineer. He worked for years to get there. Now he has an iron ring to prove it.

I think he values this more than his wedding ring now.

He gave me an appreciation of 80’s music videos, which he taped off the tv. And which we danced to.

He wouldn’t let me watch the Simpsons until I was ten. At the time,  I did not think it was awesome, but on reflection I think it was wise.

An eight year old couldn’t REALLY appreciate the awesomeness that is this.

He plays golf. I don’t think golf is awesome, but I think it’s awesome that he plays.

Yup, that’s how I feel too golf ball.

He is a most excellent story teller, and I took many lessons from him.

Like this guy.

He can still rock a mustache. In fact, I don’t think I’ve seen him without one…

This guy…doesn’t pull it off….

He also rocked a NATURAL fro in the seventies.

I’m afraid to show a picture in case I’ll get in trouble…so here’s Patrick Stewart…I bet HE’S is jealous!

He showed me how to drink through a straw, because I was that kind of special child.

For many years these denied me happiness.

He knows all about computers and math and science-y stuff.

You know. This.

He likes Star Trek AND Star Wars. He doesn’t feel the need to choose sides!

Although, come on. The Star Trek folk would totally win this battle. Have you seen a storm trooper shoot?

He brought me to my first movie: The Land Before Time. At least that’s the first one I remember.

Because of this scene.

He is a good hugger.

LIKE BEARS!

He has my sense of humour…or…I have his…I forget that’s how it works.

And we both watched this!

He also likes video games. And he introduced me to adventure games. Like Space Quest.

OH MY GOD I REMEMBER THIS PART!…I died in this game…a lot…

When we were kids, he would bring home a lap top that he borrowed from his friends. We always monopolized it. I imagine he felt much the same way about that lap top that Errol feels about his Ipad when his daughters go running off with it.

When my parents offered to buy me a tv and I told them to go modest and small, my dad looked at me aghast and said “But…you’re a gamer…you’ll need a big screen.”

Although this has yet to happen.

Unfortunately, I also inherited his shooting reflexes in those same video games. See this video for reference.

He taught me to ride a bike, and refused to listen to me when I said “Don’t let go”.

I never even got to this stage

He drove me to university and refused to listen to me when I said “Let’s turn back”.

Most importantly when I asked him what he wanted for Father’s Day he replied “Get yourself a bottle of wine”.

And I have to do what he says of course.

Happy Father’s Day Dad. Thanks for continuing to be awesome :D.