I think i am a textbook example of a daddy's girl.

It's funny, this daddy's girl thing - i get woogly when i see men with babies, in orders of magnitude more intense than when i see women with babies. Even a good picture of a man with a child, or hearing a dad interact with his daughter behind me in a restaurant makes me glow. Dads just make me happy in some very weird, fundamental way. And mine makes me especially happy.

Don't get me wrong - this doesn't have anything to do with my mom - i love her, she's cool, she's one of the best teachers i've ever met. I have a good relationship with her that i value, too. It's not a competition, it's not about loving one or the other more ... it's simply about my relationship with my dad.

My dad's one of my best friends. I'm lucky; even though he doesn't live quite so nearby since i left for college and then moved to the city, i still get to see him about once a month. He still works for LLNL in Livermore, so when he comes out for a meeting or a day in that office, he stays with us here. We generally get to have dinner, or at least a beer and a chat. He came over tonight; we met up at Ti Couz, where Russell and i were finishing dinner, and talked over a dessert crepe and beer for him & a sidecar for me. I value his opinion highly, even though we don't always agree. It drives Russell crazy when we start violently agreeing - we get noisier and louder and more passionate even than when we're violently disagreeing on things. We came home and stayed up late talking more, and i finally went to be happy - my two favorite guys on the planet in my house.