(This is slightly belated and should have been posted on Sunday, but at any rate, here it is.)
Although I didn’t think about it until we bought our first house, I picked up my DIY skills from my dad. Watching my dad completely renovate the tiny out-dated bungalow into the sprawling ranch home they live in today, I picked up a few tips by simply watching what he did. He’s also given me advice when needed since then. I think I also get my perfectionist ways from him.
He always reminded me that we all have the same amount of time. It’s up to us how we prioritize. I also learned from him the fine art of ‘procrastination.’ Picture window dad? Being a homeowner our list of projects is starting to add up, so I can hardly cast the first stone. But once again, it’s nice to know where that bad habit comes from. : )
I learned how to appreciate the sweeter things in life – cookies, candy and all manner of desserts. Of course this has come back to bite me in the butt, or at least add pounds to it, but it’s nice to know I’m not alone in my appreciation for lovely confectionaries.
Although he’d deny it and say I get it from my great-grandfather, I think I inherited my gift for gab from my father. I’ve seen him at family functions and really the only time he shuts up is when he’s eating or drinking, or if everyone else has left the room. It’s okay dad. We all love your stories (even if we’ve heard them many times before). : )