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Sunday, September 19, 2010

He Talks to aliens







So in this addition of my blog you will meet my dad, tullio. Super power- confussion, and talking to things that are not there.

My dad is an odd person to say the least. A lover of antiques and Harley Davidson Motercycles. He can go through a junk pile and will find an oil spout and will swear up and down that some day it will be worth millions of dollars. At least he has a hobby.
When I was younger he was convinced that hellicopter lights where really UFOs and the little green guys where telling him what bars to go to. A few times I caught him talking to the sky in a very intricate conversation with the aliens. I never minded though, I just understood that I had "one of those fathers." I am glad that he has accepted in recent years that technology is not of the devil, and that a cordless phone is not going to suck out your brain cells. I keep thinking however, that they are some day going to link brain cancer to phone usage and he would have been right all along.
Yes I know what you are saying. "That man was on drugs" well you wouldn't be wrong. I am happy to say that he has been sober for many many many years, and that is where my pride is for my father. It was tough for some years, I'm not going to lie, but I am believer of "what doesn't kill you makes you stronger" and "every thing happens for a reason" . You should always leave that line of communication open because people change, and can become great things in their time. With out the experiences my father went through i don't think he would be the man he is today.

A strong, loving, kind, strange man, that loves his family.

I wish he lived closer, and some times I stay up at night thinking how much I want him here. I love watching him with Violet. I love how he will hold her so close and "put put put pufff" she will fart and he sets her gently down on the ground and calls for me "I THINK SHE POOPED!" he is terrified of dirty diapers.


When he is around, Violet is not allowed to cry and if she even sniffles he places her in the stroller and will walk her around the neighborhood until she falls asleep. Well, I think she just falls asleep because once he got lost and couldn't find his way back home so he walked around in circles for ever. One day when she was teething he took her in the stroller about five times, just so she wouldn't cry.


I Love how he tries to stay young by listening to snoop dogg, and will feel the rage at a metal show. Thank god he realizes that he is to old to be in a mosh pitt, but you can see him holding back. I like how every week he lays on the floor puts his reading glasses on and places his bills around him so he can see them all and works them out.


Every morning when I wake up I know the first thing I will see on my cell is a text message from him saying "Good Morning daughter". I giggle when he calls me at eleven o'clock at night when I'm crawling into bed, with nothing to say but "whats up, I'm bored" yup thats, my dad.
An Awsome dude, and a great father.







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