Happy Father’s Day to the best pops around– Papa K (I have no idea why that caught on.  I believe the nickname was actually the brainchild of the ex-boyfriend.  Mine, not my father’s.) Dad’s the one who originally decided Brittney Had Something (worthy?) to Say and headed up Iowa Girls Gone Wild (not to mention dealt with any possibly legal issues regarding us blatantly ripping off Joe Francis’ lovely franchise.)  He’s the one who figured my brain might need a break and funded my Spring Break expedition back across the Atlantic, only to then have me spend most of that week with my boyfriend.  Speaking of, Dad took NPH to a shooting range two weeks ago when we were in Vegas so they could shoot fully automatic weapons together.  While at first I was certain this was some sort of ploy for the gun to “accidentally” go off in or near one of Neil’s major organs, he in fact came back raving about how that was possibly the best of the trip and “Your dad is awesome.”  This sentiment seems to be echoed by everyone who meets him, because quite frankly, he is awesome.  I was GOING to make him scotcheroos, but we don’t have butterscotch chips and apparently not much actual pre-planning was involved.  Instead, he got a random assortment of his favorite candy and some Mike’s Hard Lemonade because 1.) He really likes it and despite what those middle schoolers may have you think, it’s actually quite a manly drink and 2.) The novelty of legally purchasing alcohol has definitely not worn off yet.  Be sure to check out the “Wisdom from my Father” page up top to get a sampling of his various nuggets of wisdom, all of which have authentically been told to me in various times of trial/tribulation/cockiness/heartbreak/you name it, he likes to have some sort of catchy saying for it.

HAPPY FATHER’S DAY, DAD!!