My sister Krissy did an interview with our octogenarian Daddy yesterday. She is kindly allowing me to post it in my journal. Thanks, Krissy! Happy Birthday again, my precious Daddeeoooo!!!
Interview with our Daddy on his 80th birthday:
Happy Birthday, Dad!!!
My Dad turned 80 today.
Gee, when I think of 80, I think of, like, old people. But he doesn't seem old to me. Not 80 anyway.
He is very young at heart. He's lots of fun. Loves to banter. He's where Val and I got our love of words from. He studies the dictionary. Sometimes we will sit around and discuss root words and meanings of words from the dictionary in my family as our fun!
Okay, instead of me telling you more about him, I thought I'd bring to you this little interview I did with him this afternoon.
Krissy: What is your secret to making it to 80? Dad: Be a practicing alcoholic till around 50. That means you are not one after that.
Krissy: What's important in life? Dad: a heartbeat and the 12 steps
Krissy: How does it feel to be 80? Dad: A year older than 79.
Krissy: What was your favorite job? Dad: The last day of the last one.
Krissy: How tall are you? Dad: Now 5' 6", used to be 5' 9"
Krissy: How many children do you have? Dad: six
Krissy: Who is your favorite child? Dad: Whichever one asks me the question.
Krissy: How many languages do you speak? Dad: I can say "One ham sandwich with mustard and a beer, if you please" infrench, and I can count to three in Arabic. I also know American English.
Krissy: How old are you? Dad: It is my 80th birthday, but I am already starting 81 years - excluding any gestation period. If we counted the gestation period, I would almost be starting 82 years. The Chinese have a better system than we do for marking age. They say a baby is one - starting it's first year - when it is born. We say we are one when we are PAST our first year.
Okay, you all, I hope you enjoyed this interview with my father! I hope you wish him a happy birthday, albeit a little bit late, as I am late with this entry. At any rate, he does read my blog and the comments, so if you wish him a happy birthday, he will see your comment. He goes by Dad or Don!
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