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My Influence - My Father
This is a dedication to my wonderful father John Callinsky Over the years -especially when I was younger- he instilled many important things in me. I am who I am today because of my father. Here you will find little stories regarding how my father instilled the following things in me.
I love you, Pops! No, I don't need any money. (O;
Some may say, "No dear. You are who you are because of your life experiences."
I would reply, "My life experiences, my decisions, are definitely a result of how I was raised."
My father was a mechanic. He worked his butt off for years to raise eight children. Yes, eight. We were Catholic growing up. My mother used to say, "Every time I saw his pants on the bedpost, I knew we were havin' another one."
My father is not a complainer. He is an avid fisher, boater, gardener, now golfer, and all around handy guy. He is extremely witty, very kind, and extremely intelligent.
As you read down the page you will find little stories regarding how my father instilled the following things in me:
Life's Deeper Meaning
There are many more things, but this is a good start for a tribute to my father.
Happy 85th, Daddy. I wish I was there.
Happy 85th, Pops
Just to be clear, our dad never hit us; although, my older brother wished that he had smacked me a couple of times. Taaa haaa haaa. I really love this song. It always makes me think of Dad. It makes me a little sad because I love him something awful. It's so much that it's painful, but it's a very good pain.
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Self Confidence - Is Hard to Find When You are Figuring Things Out
I'm staring at a magazine. The model on the front is so gorgeous. I squeeze my stomach and touch my nose as my dad takes notice. He puts a hand on my shoulder and squeezes. "Cindy, you're much prettier than she is on the outside and I'm sure on the inside."
I scrunch my nose, squint my eyes, and look at my father. "No, I'm so not."
My dad leans over as he forms a triangle with his fingers. He covers the models hair so just her face is showing. "Look now," he says.
I look down, and I'm shocked to see that the model isn't half as pretty as I thought.
My dad says, "You're just seeing her hair. She has pretty hair but it doesn't make up for her face."
I giggle as I look up at my father; I feel 110 percent better.
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Hard Work - Tacoma, WA - Tacoma Dome - 1987 Lincoln High School
I'm in eighth grade and I have decided that I want to tryout for cheerleading. I have to think about it a lot because it's the first thing that I have ever wanted to do that has the possibility of failure. I mean, I might not make it. I don't wanna be popular; I could care less about that. I absolutely adore sports, especially football. I so wanna be one of the official girls that get the crowd hyped up at games.
Once I have decided that I can handle possible failure, I approach my mother as I hold out the permission slip. "Mom, I wanna tryout for cheerleader."
"We don't have the money."
I slouch off to the living room where my dad sits. I plop down on the couch next to him about to burst into tears. I've already been cut and I haven't even got to tryout.
"What's wrong, Pumpkin?"
"I wanted to tryout for cheer leading, but we don't have the money."
"You willing to earn it?"
I instantly look at my dad with excitement written across my face. "Heck, yeah."
My dad gets off the couch and heads to the kitchen. I wait anxiously for what seems like forever.
Finally, he returns. "You will have car-washes at the service station until you earn what you need."
I jump up and throw my arms around him. "Thank you, Daddy!"
My dad pulls back and ruffles my hair. "I mean it, Pumpkin."
"I will. I promise."
I made the squad, and we all participated in the car-washes that summer. We did the same during two more summer vacations when we made the high school squad. None of our parents ever had to pay a penny for anything, not even cheerleader camps. In the ninth grade our outfits alone cost $300.00 each, and there were five of us.
Compassion - This was the View from my Fathers Gas Station
We are at my dad's service station for the Daffodil Parade. It has always been anticipated in my family. As luck would have it, it always takes place in downtown Tacoma on Pacific Avenue which is where the service station sits. My dad has allowed a bus full of mentally handicap kids from Lincoln come down and park at the station to watch the parade. These are the same kids that I work with everyday for one of my electives.
About half the way through the parade one of the girls from the bus approaches my dad. "I have to use the bathroom."
"Okay, sweetie. You'll have to wait a minute because someone is in there."
The girl starts bouncing. "I have to go now!"
My dad turns towards the bathroom and then looks back at the girl. "Okay, hang on." He quickly heads towards the restroom only to turn his head back around to see what all the laughter is about. The girl has squatted at one of the pumps and is about to relieve herself. My dad is infuriated. He loudly scolds everyone as he runs into the service station to get an old dingy blanket. Upon his prompt return he and my brother-in-law wrap the dingy blanket around the young lady until she is relieved.
Photo of the Daffodil Parade from Tacky Buzzer
Hard Lessons - I Think this was Harder on My Dad Than it was on Me
I'm showing my dad the deep bruises that run across my back and up my sides. These are bruises that my boyfriend left on me the previous night; the same night my father rescued me from the back of a paddy wagon and saved me from being arrested.
My dad looks at me with sadness. "Cindy, you are choosing to be with him. Change it."
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Life's Meaning - What is Life Really About?
I'm standing in my front yard with my dad; I'm soon to be married. I ask, "Isn't that what life's about, Dad? It's about the house, white picket fence, and kids, right?"
"Well, it can be. Life is about what you want. Is that what you want, Pumpkin?"
I fidget my feet, look down, and tug on my shirt. "Yeah, that's what I want."
Oddly enough that is exactly what I wanted and pretty damn close to what I have (minus the white picket fence), but there is no husband. ~Wait, let me look around... HA! Yep, there is no husband, only an ex. It seems I got what I wanted; I just didn't want the husband. For those of you who don't know me, I earned what I have. I didn't take anything from my ex other than an old lawnmower that is broken-down more than it runs.
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One for the road
Ed's Small Engine Repair
Good ol' Ed at Ed's Small Engine Repair Shop really loves me. Tonight I took another tire up there to have a tube put in. I declared, "Well, that's number three. There's only one more left."
Ed looks at the tire. "Boy, someone really greased 'er up."
"Yeah, that would be my ex." I instantly get irritated. "It's the only thing I ever got from him." I pause a moment and smile. "Other than my son."
"You got one of them?"
"One of which?"
"Them are the best kind to have."
We both burst into laughter.
I'm the only chick I've ever seen at Ed's Small Engine Repair Shop and the place is always jumpin'. Hey, all you chicks out there that would like to meet a fellow, check out a place like that. It's gotta be better than a bar. If you want someone that might be brainy check out the library. I've always preferred the blue-collar type myself.
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This was a special gift for my pops.
I am in Kentucky and he is currently in Arizona. He is a snowbird and goes to Washington for the spring, summer, and part of the fall. I will not be able to see him. If any of you would like to wish him a happy 86th, I'm sure that he would love it.
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