it's a tough job, but someone has to do it

I was sitting here trying to decide what to blog about.

It was between my recent discovery of this season's Celebrity Apprentice and the woman who asked to see a menu at Little Caesar's Pizza.

Decisions. Decisions.

But then Big Daddy (my dad) sent me an e-mail. And those ideas just didn't hold up anymore.

I have to give y'all a little background information first. Three years ago my dad retired from 37 years in corporate America. We were all glad to say goodbye to the weekly traveling and the conference calls. A week after he retired they closed on a house out in a lake community and we sort of thought he'd spend his days golfing and boating. But, a few months into retirement he announced that he was going to volunteer for Habitat for Humanity.

Family: "Really?"

Big Daddy: "Yep, I've always wanted to"

Family: "Well that's great! But ummm don't you have to be sort of handy?"

Bless Big Daddy's heart he's good at lots of things, but he's no Bob Vila. So being the supportive bunch that we are we made bets on how long he'd last and joked that his official Habitat job was to pass out water and snacks.

Big Daddy proved me wrong today when he e-mailed me proof of his important duties.


Apparently, he's moved up the ladder from official "snack-passer-outer" to official "pole-holder-while-cement-drys" person.

Quite a promotion. And from his serious facial expressions he is taking it very seriously.

We love you Big Daddy and are so proud of you!