My Color: They Nailed It!

I recently took an online quiz that asked some questions and then classified my answers into a color. I was pretty surprised with the results. If this doesn't sum me up perfectly, I don't know what does:

You're brown, a credible, stable color that's reminiscent of fine wood, rich leather, and wistful melancholy. Most likely, you're a logical, practical person ruled more by your head than your heart. With your inquisitive mind and insatiable curiosity, you're probably a great problem solver. And you always gather all of the facts before coming to a timely, informed decision. Easily intrigued, you're constantly finding new ways to challenge your mind, whether it's by reading the newspaper, playing a trivia game, or composing a piece of music. Brown is an impartial, neutral color, which means you tend to see the difference between fact and opinion easily and are open to many points of view. Trustworthy and steady, you really are a brown at heart.

Happy Birthday, Dad!

Many years ago a great man was born: my dad. I hope he gets in a game of golf (or maybe just thinks about hitting some balls) on this special day. :)

Here are some things that I remember doing with my dad throughout the years:

• Dancing in the living room with him (standing on his feet)
• Hearing him sing "Ta-ra-ra Boom-de-ay" quite often
• Enjoying his macabre jokes and puns
• Laughing and laughing as he would make up new words to songs (mostly hymns...)
• Running like crazy as he chased me throughout the house
• Saying "Book-a-shoo!" and then throwing my stuffed animals across the room
• Screaming in fear whenever he tried to teach me to ride my bike (I was sure he would let go too soon)
• Giving him "haircuts" (pretending to cut his hair, not really doing it)
• Squishing into his old orange recliner with him
• Listening to him tell the story of "My Detour"
• Driving in the mountains and his need to be Al Uncer Jr., speeding around those winding curves, which caused me to upchuck
• Being utterly surprised at his reaction when I tried to dig to China in the backyard
• Wondering how he could eat bread and gravy and nothing else
• Watching him make fabulous roses for cakes (he'd always make extra just for me)
  
• Helping him bake pies so I could eat the pie crust when he wasn't looking
• Having him be with me when I had my appendix removed and how he was constantly playing my Nintendo games during his hospital visits
  
• Listening to him laugh - it fills the house
• Driving to an unknown destination somewhere across the state - just to be together
• Being totally embarrassed when he would dance the Sugar Plum Fairy down the aisle of the grocery store
• Wishing I could wiggle my ears like him
• Comparing my hands with his and asking him when I would get my "grown-up" hands
• Having him threaten to pull my loose teeth out with pliers since I was too scared to pull them out myself
• Laughing as he would scruff my neck with his whiskers
• Tickling me with "Scapula, scapula, scapula!"
• Having me walk on his back
• And many, many, many more memories
  

I love you, Dad. Happy birthday!

Here is one of the more memorable songs he made lyrics to:
Sung to the first part of "Welcome, Welcome, Sabbath Morning"

Welcome, welcome, Saddam Hussein;
Won't you sit and have a beer?
Welcome, welcome, Saddam Hussein;
Here's a missile for your rear!