Countdown 9, 10, 11

How nice it would have been to do the countdown on the days that they deserve. But unfortunately things that are fortunate got in the way. To all my drinking buddies raise your glasses to the first man I ever loved "My Daddy" Heres to you dad!

So I am currently at the inlaws and my birtday is tomorrow. I am supposed to be studying but I decided to write what has been going on.

On friday my dad came over to our place and of course baby and I were nervouse because we didn't know what he would say. He loved it. He loved the color scheme and how even though the apartment is small it was very clean. HE kept us up till four talking and gisting about things that happened in the past. I have a funny story to tell but it is best told in yoruba so I guess I can't write about it. How I wanted to take him to New York to see the city and visit but you know how my dad is, he tends to promise things to people just to make them happy so instead of spending a very leisure day in New York we woke up at six and headed out to the New York church. Of course I assumed that it would be another dry ass service and I was preparing myself for a good snooze.

But my daddy, charisma and all, stole the show. He spent the whole time making people laugh and preaching. I mean I haven't heard my dad preach in a while but damn! He is really good! I mean everyone, young and old, enjoyed the service. We came back to the inlaws and had lunch and kind of lazed around for the rest of the day. I have to say at this point that I am really impressed at how my dad can make people change. That is all I have to say about that.

Anyway, we had a long night talking and gisting and well lots of inner drama happened but my father who can see no wrong in anyone is the best example of how a christian should be and I feel sometimes that I fall short but then again there is a line between being a christian and allowing people to take advantage of you. My father knows how to balance his christianity and the later very well, I don't so I am an extremist. I would rather not be a christian than let you take advantage of me. That is my little rant

Today I dropped my dad off at the airport. As always it was an interesting thing. I didn't cry outside but I hurt really bad inside. My dad is going home and the next time I see him, I will be getting ready to get married. I mean when I land in Nigeria next year, it's not because I am coming home to visit it's because I am about to become someone's wife. The realization that I am no longer daddy's little girl but Baby's lady just began sinking in as I watched him walk down the terminal. He got in line and after they checked his ticket he turned gave one final wave and then walked out of sight. I just stood froozen. I wanted to run after him and get one more hug. I wanted him to stay because I felt if he did he could keep time still a bit longer before I crossed into womanhood. I want to be daddys little girl forever...

Thoughts kept flooding my head and I wanted to, in some form protect my father from everyone this weekend. It is weird but my father is a very happy man and anyone or thing that would kill that inner sense of awe in him i get very defensive about. Watching him walk away made me feel like that responsibility and that job was being prematurely taken away from me...I don't know, I need a drink!

Well as you can tell I am still a bit emotional. So to make me feel better baby took me to go get breakfast as opposed to going home straight so I could sort out my feelings.
After an hour or two of him bugging out with me he said he would be right back and went to buy something. He came back with eleven napkins. And said "okay, here are eleven napkins and if you feel like crying at least you will be able to have something to write in your song. But the trick is, -------, you have to confine your tears to these eleven napkins." I started to laugh at that and then I started to cry. He gets me. I was holding back. God I love this man!

Anyway so n. e. way since my dad has been around I have managed to catch only 10 hours of sleep in four days. Impressive that I can still move right. And on Friday night at 12:00pm just when I thought I had no hope of getting number 9 I got an email from my realtor with a list of nine new houses that just got on the market in our area. So here is the song:

On the eleventh day of my birthday my baby gave to me:
11 napkins to cry with
10 hours of good sleep
9 homes on the market
$8 bucks pocket change
7 Hershy's Kisses,
$60 bucks store credit
5 solved math problems,
4 vege egg rolls,
3 pairs of maddens,
2 asprin tablets,
and a gift card for old navy.

Tomorrow is the big day ladies and gentlemen, I shall be expecting phone calls beginning at 12 tonight! feel free to call I am turning 25!

Damn! Agba ti 'n de!