sweet dreams and fine machines in pieces on the ground

i miss my dad right now. i really hope that we will be able to go to mammoth this winterbreak. i absolutely LOVE going to mammoth with my dad. those are some of my favorite memories with him. and the song that i'm listening to isn't really helping. Fire and Rain. James Taylor. i can remember where him and i were driving when he explained this song to me. it makes me think of him so much. i don't know if he knows how much i love and appreciate him. i miss him so much. "sweet dreams and fine machines in peices on the ground". these words remind me of sitting on his bed with my brother looking at coins from this round brown and grey jar that had a cork for a lid. while we were sitting there, we were listening to james taylor, and i remember how much my dad loved the words to this song. but we were always listening to that cd in his house. james taylor brought the three of us together. making hand motions to songs, driving for hours in the car, or just relaxing before bed time. classic rock also reminds me of my dad. waking up on a saturday morning and hearing The Cars, The Who, ELO, Rolling Stones, Eagles, The Doors, Fleetwood Mac, The Allman Brothers, Santana, Tom Petty, Guess Who (my dad always tricked my brother and i with this one), CCR (thats Creedence Clearwater Revival for those of you who didn't have the privilege of having a father who explained songs to you). finding giant crystals on bike rides and eating the famous Shaw's ice cream. mint chocolate chip was always my favorite. i'm pretty sure it was my dad's too. Shaw's had a bunch of christmas decorations and i loved looking at them. on the rides back home, my dad would have to push me on my bike with his hand on my back. my brother and i were pretty young. i remember the Christmas when we got our nice bikes =D it was a glorious day. mine black with red spotting and it was called a magma. it was on the left side of the christmas tree. my dad always put my stocking and big presents on the left. and collin had the right side. playing games with my dad was something that i loved doing, but i now realize that i was a sore loser. ha. i would pout and say that i didn't want to play anymore when i was losing. what a wonderful child. i still like to play cribbage with him. and i try not to be such a sore loser. my dad used to take us to the "rock park". i'm sure it had an actual name, but the simplicity of the name we gave it did just fine. max and mitsy. i miss them. they were great dogs. they got out and explored the neighborhood quite often, but always came back. except the last time mitsy got out, she didn't come back. my father built their dog house by himself. it was neat. there was carpet inside on the floor of it. collin and i would sit in there and pretend we were the dogs. then max and mitsy would run in and lick us to death. i bragged to my friends that my dad built that dog house. and that he also built the fence in our backyard. angels, rally monkies, and gak. memories of going the the California Angels games. then the Anaheim Angels games, and now the Los Angeles Angels of Anaheim Angels games. i don't know exactly why they've changed the name so much, but appearantly their original name (back in 1961) was the Los Angeles Angels. when they rebuilt the stadium, they had these huge rocks that shot out fireworks. thats where my gak ended up while we were in line for baseball cap sundaes. my dad didn't know that gak was discontinued. its ok. it was a great memory :) but i'd have to say that my favorite memory with my dad goes a while back. i don't even know how old i was. collin and i still had our bunk bed in my dad's room, and it was up against the window. i was on the bottom bunk. i woke up really early one morning, and it was thunderstorming. i layed down on the foot of my bed where the window was. my dad came and halfway layed down on the bed too. we watched the rain and lightening and listened to the thunder. i don't remember us talking much while we sat there, but we didn't need to. i love my dad.

Thank you pop