*Sigh* That's my Dad
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  • Reads 1,441
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  • Parts 11
  • Time 1h 9m
Ongoing, First published Mar 23, 2016
The modern outdoorsman...er...or woman. Such a confusing complicated, yet down to earth person. Some may seem more of a "confused and complicated" person. Whatever category they best fit in. 

What could have happened in that person's life to ever cause them to go over the edge? 

This book is a collection of short stories to help shed light on such a person. His victories! His defeats. His most proud moments. And his embarrassing foibles. 

And of course, his father. Who, at every opportunity, made it his personal mission to embarrass his children. Scare his wife. And of course, take all the credit of doing so in the process.

This is my ongoing story. I hope you not only enjoy it, but can relate to those events. To the stories. To the man, the myth, the legend ... Dad.

And stay tuned for more!
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How it Happened

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So, I'm kinda clumsy. I tripped when I walked across the stage to receive my high school diploma, knocked down a ladder that was supporting my dad, and sneezed into a wall. Yup, you read that right. I sneezed myself into a wall. So maybe I am a walking train-wreck trapped in a lanky twenty-two-year-old girl's body. At least my family loves me-tolerates me might be a better way of phrasing it-but even with my clumsiness I'm still able to get by with minimal craziness and just a whole lot of embarrassment. A whole lot. That is until the fateful September day I find myself chasing a chicken into a wedding cake. My sister's wedding cake. . . on her wedding day. . . in the middle of the reception. . . in front of two hundred other guests. I've got a new number one on my list of embarrassing moments, but this time I swear it wasn't my fault. I blame that chicken, my grandma, and the stupid bowtie she put on it, probably hoping to marry me off, so she can have the best man all to herself. Okay, fine, so maybe it was totally my fault, but. . . This is how it happened ©2018 ℓαℓαℓαℓαwriting