My Dad part 1

Ive been thinking allot about my dad this last month. It' hard to believe he been gone for 7 years already. He passed the day after my birthday. I really miss his birthday cards and could always imagine him at the local hallmark store picking on the girl behind the counter. He must of spent a good amount of time down there because he would always send me two or three cards, he'd send the mushy card that let you know just how much he loved you and make you well up in tears and then he'd send you the funny card with just a hint of mean spirited in it, just enough to make you go ooh! That's just the way he was, in his big Stetson hat and cowboy boots.
When I was 16 or so he would come home, if I was there he would have me pull those boots off.He would be seated at the kitchen table holding is foot up in the air. "Come help me off with these" of course I would oblige him and straddle his leg to pull of the boot. I'd pull and he"d curl his toes up and jam his foot in his boot, placing is other foot on my hind side and pushing me with it, both of us a mass of giggles. One day i decided I was going to show him, and pulled him right out of his chair. I pulled him so hard he came sliding out of his chair sending it sliding in the opposite direction, and we both came crashing down on the kitchen floor, me some distance away from him with his boot in my hands. He sat there on the floor with this stunned look on his face laughing big booms of laughter. After that he would act like he was intrepid of having me help him with his boots, but it didn't stop him from asking or from him jamming his toes up in those boots always pushing me with the other foot.
He was ornery as all get out, Walking past him in the hallway you would always be on alert, sure he was going to give you a big pinch on your ass or block you so you would have to run yourself into the wall to get around him. Sometimes I think I'm more like him than I would like to admit....Thats my life-RJW