So I knew last year that my driver’s license was going to expire on my birthday.

Who is going to try to renew their license 2 days after Christmas??!!! What! I know you can renew up to 6mos in advance. . . but I didn’t want to be a person who’s actually on top of their shit. That’s just ridiculous!!!

So what do I do instead?? Plan a weekend trip to Cali and then wait to the last possible moment to get my license renewed. Feel free to sit back and laugh because I deserve it for damn sure.

The day before the flight, I remembered that I need a valid license to fly. Oh shit. . . well gosh thanks to the law change, I need to get my birth certificate, ssn card, and if I have an address change I need two proofs of my address.

I fly out of my office yesterday to go home to rummage through my files frantically looking for my birth certificate. I found the boy’s. . .but I couldn’t find mine. So I head down town to Utah Dept. of Health. No problem.

My dad calls me while I’m heading to the DMV and I noticed on my birth certificate, it stated that Mom was 22 when she had me. Dad was 38. . . that means he robbed the cradle!!!! So I asked him about it. Do ya’ll know how my parents met?

How my Parent’s met:
My dad was fighting on the side of the US in the Vietnam War. He’s got this wicked scar from a knife fight on his leg. Well after they lost the war, he was able to come to America. (now this is his words not mine) While he was boarding the boat, he saw my mom, she was kind of cute so he asked her if she wanted to go to America with him. If she did then he would come to America first and get a job. Once he got a job, he’d save enough to bring her here. And what girl in a war torn country would say no to that. So after a couple months my dad was able to get all the paperwork done to bring my mom over. They go married. They got prego. And here I am.

So I asked Dad about my birth certificate and he said there’s no way he married a 22yr old. She was way older than that when she had me. To which i was like, she could of lied. . .about her age. But why would she lie about being older, you usually lie about being younger.

But I did call my dad a cradle robber and we had a good laugh about it.

Back to the DMV drama. . .

I get to the DMV at 5pm and I’m already behind like 30 ppl waiting to get a number. At 5:20, they say, “We are no longer handing out numbers. There are people with numbers that might not even get served today.” At this point I’m freaking out and stay in line in hopes that I’m somehow special because I’m the one who left it to the very last day possible to get a license renewed to fly the next day. I got the front of the line and the lady informed me that ONE DMV is open tomorrow @ 7am since they have so many people to serve.

I woke up this morning at 5am.
Showered
And got on the road by 6:10am
Got a coffee
Arrived at the DMV
20th Person in line by 6:20
Got in at 7am
Took a written test at 7:20
92% Passing (missed 2 questions. . . which after I reviewed it made sense why I missed it)
Got a Temporary license til my new one arrives in 3 weeks.
Get to travel without being hasselled by the man. . . not priceless, PAINFUL!

So I pretty much told everyone before my parents today. . . here’s the thing my parents don’t care who came first or last they just care that they got included.

So I call my dad up on the phone and here’s how the conversation goes:

“Hey Dad”
“Hi”
“How are you feeling are you over you cold?”
“Yeah I feel a lot better”
“Are you sleeping better?” (He’s been have insomnia for the past couple weeks)
“No.”
“Oh when do you go see the doctor again?”
“Thursday.”
“Oh okay, that’s good.”
“Is there anything else you needed?” (He didn’t say it in a douche-voice more like matter of fact because we don’t talk feelings more business)
“Yes there is. Dad, I’m pregnant”
“What?”
“I AM CARRYING A BABY.”
“YOU ARE!?!?!”
“Yup.”
I tell him I’m just 6 weeks along. . and I’ll be due June 18th, 2010 and he responds to me in English (no doubt):
“That’s good.”

I told him he could tell mom and he said he would. I know we don’t communicate our feelings really well but I could sense that my dad was excited to be a Grandfather again. I’m lovin’ that feeling. You know that one? Where people are honestly happy at the news. Awesome Day!!!

We’re sitting eating dinner really quick tonight before 7pm because the boy has a flute lesson @ 7pm in Murray. My dad is at the table and he notices that Brad’s getting ready.

“Where is he going?”
“Oh we have a musical lesson we have to get lucas to”
“A what?”
“A music lesson, the boy’s learning the flute.”
“WHAT!!! YOU CAN’T HAVE HIM LEARNING THE FLUTE! That takes too much air.”
“Well it’s the instrument he wants to play.”
“No wonder he’s skinny! He’s blowing out all the air in his body.”
“What are you talking bout air doesn’t make a person fat or skinny”
“It’s making Lucas skinny – HE’S ALL SKIN AND BONES!!!”

My parents never let me join band when I was in elementary. . and if I even mentioned a wind instrument they were both against it. . . maybe it’s because they didn’t want me to get skinny.

Enjoy!

So I thought with last night’s phone conversation, that I would start blogging bout my dad’s conversations with me. I guess if I want to get all morbid about it, he’s not going to be on this earth forever and when he dies, I want to remember how he makes me laugh. So here is the first of what I’ll call “Dad’ism”

“Baby Hang, Jay Leno’s dead.”
“What! Are you sure it’s not another actor (thinking of Patrick Swayze)?”
“Yeah! Jay Leno is dead.”
(bout to run to the pc to verify when he says the next line)
“I don’t see him on tv anymore”
“Dad! He’s not on that show anymore. He’s got a new show in a different time.”
“Are you sure? I bet he’s dead”
“Dad! He on earlier”
“Well I haven’t seen him on tv for awhile so I thought he was dead”
“Dad! He’s on tv tonight”
(at this time dad changes the channel on tv)
“Oh he’s on tv! And here I thought he was dead”