A dilapidated barn, and a toothless gentleman... I'm so there.

You know what show I am super into lately, American Pickers. It gets me all jazzed up when they go to some creepy dude's house dig up something dirty and tell me some American history about the piece, and consequently what it's worth. I even enjoy all the car or motorcycle parts and memorabilia. I myself would love that job, and be great at it, if I do say so myself. Well, that is, if it wasn't for the being on the road away from my kids part. Oh, and the I'm afraid of those crazy people part. Other than that we are cut from the same cloth, me and those pickers.

I am my father's daughter...

As I'm getting older, not only do I realize I am capable of an early midlife crisis, I also realize my dad and I have more in common than I had previously thought. I find myself searching craigslist for VWs, just to see what's out there (or V-doubleya as my pappy says it). I have more of an appreciation of classic cars than I did when I was younger, bored by the numerous car shows and cruises that were our family vacations. I currently am lusting after a Squareback. I want to find one and restore it, that's right, I'm ready to get my hands dirty. The other common thread we hold as father and daughter is love for the Portland Trailblazers. Who would have known I was capable of holding my own in a sports conversation with my dad. When I'm feeling really confident I'll even cross over into some NFL convo, just to see how long I can keep up. Not long. Anyway, here's to you pappy, love you tons, you girl, Amber.