daddy & me dance (me & the nanna boat)

my little nanna boat (breanna) turned 6 on sat. we had about 12 kids (kindergarden class) in the 5-6 year old range running around our house. two hours of screaming kids & attempting to get a few little boys to stop running & kicking each other- made it feel like a full 8 hour work shift. little boys are weird. sheesh!

during this time of mucho fun, i started feeling a bit nauseated. i just chalked it up to the birthday cake i had. after the marathon birthday party, me & nanna were scheduled for a "father/daughter dance" w/the girl scouts.

after getting all the crazy 5-6 year olds out of my house, i really wanted to take a nap. i tried to sleep, but my stomach wasn't feeling quite right. before i knew it, i needed to get ready for the dance. i wore a suit (even a tie) & nanna wore a beautiful rose colored dress. mindy did her hair & put some lip gloss on her. nanna was so beautiful. i had a dad warm-and-fuzzy moment & my eyes welled up w/tears of gratitude to God. i got on my knees, so i could look her directly in her big green eyes. i wanted her to know that she was beautiful & extremely loved by me.

okay, snap out of it. as i get back on my feet, it's time to get on the road, so we can eat dinner & then do some dancing. dinner & dancing were at the same place (fernley middle school). for dinner we had meatballs, little smokies, & baked potatoes. nanna asked me while we were sitting down why there was no real food to eat.

after we had some delicious meat products, i quickly remembered that i had been slightly nauseated the whole day. one problem w/this: i can't go to the restroom w/o taking nanna. there weren't any adults that i knew, let alone trusted to watch her. nanna refuses to go in the men's restroom. even if i forced her, i wouldn't make her wait through something of this magnitude. needless to say, i controlled my urges & toughed it out.

we danced, competed in a limbo contest, & listened to dads competing in the tarzan call (i didn't do this one- nanna was relieved). did i mention that we live in ferntucky? as i am usually the dad that looks a bit different than the others, i scan the room to see if i could strike up conversation w/someone. not a chance, bud. this was rancher's night apparently & i didn't get the memo. cowboy hats, boots, shirts, spandex wrangler pants (gross), & blang-blang belt buckles.

anyway, me & nanna were the 103rd "couple" to show, so that also meant that we'd be # 103 on the list for pictures. two hours into the dancing, controlling my bowels, & nanna saying she was bored out of her mind, the picture ladies said, "numbers 50-60 come get in line". what? that means i'm gonna have to wait another two hours to get our picture taken w/some corny jungle theme background? no, sireeeee. i have my limits.

before leaving, i called mindy to get her opinion/take on it. she agreed w/me & nanna on it, so we headed home. don't worry- we took pictures before the dance @ the house before we left. on the way home i asked nanna what she thought of the dance. she says, "that was pretty boring stuff". "okay, nanna, what did you 'like' about it?" she waited for a bit, then says, "dancing w/you- that's about it". ahhhhhh. how sweet.

as we enter the house from the garage, my bowels have now waged a full on war w/me. it's do it now or sh!t will happen. :-) this was the beginning of my 10 hour period of my body completely eliminating all waste, in whatever manner it saw fit, & me wishing my last food wasn't meatballs & little smokies. good times, my friends. good times.

days later & still recovering, i get the pleasure of topping it all off w/a chest cold.

i love you, nanna. you are special & beautiful. i will always be here for you. - dad.