Sunday, April 18, 2010

Why I'm the Luckiest Lady on the Planet

Any idea?

You might already know this, but it's been awhile since I've mentioned it here at the Rainbow Chronicles. So I've said it before, and I'm saying it again now:

My pops is the shit.

I just talked to him on the phone for almost an hour. I feel better about, well, pretty much everything now.

That's all. I wish everyone had a great dad they could call on a Sunday afternoon. Just to talk. Just to be there for you.

It's easy for me to focus on all the bad things—like how I can't pay my rent, or how my car's a piece of crap that breaks down every month, or how I hate waiting tables—but then I think, who supports me through all that bad stuff? Who do I call to help me out?

My dad.

Not everyone is fortunate enough to have that. This is what I remind myself when times are tough. They might be tough, but it could be much, much worse.

I have my dad. And that's a lot.

Not only that, I've got these other two guys in my life. My pops, and two badass older brothers? I'm starting to feel a little greedy.

This is my family. They're awesome.

Happy Sunday, y'all.


  1. Whoa...who's the clean cut kid in the Charlie Brown sweater?

  2. ha! I was wondering that myself. I guess you forgot to put your beard on that Christmas.

  3. What a nice family you have..I have not always had the best relationship with my Dad but for a year straight I have been calling him every Sunday..then I didn't call..and he called me..a breakthrough and it felt great!!

  4. Thanks, Doreen! I'm glad you and your dad have your Sunday talks now.