Ch-ch-ch-changes...

With the construction of the new store, lots of things have been changing. My commute, my stress level, my hair color, my outlook on humanity, lots of things. I've noticed that it takes just the right amount of something for people to change. Me personally I have an anger management problem. It seems when pushed to the limit I can turn in to what I think would be the incredible hulk. A mass of uncontrollable rage, and sadly some days I like it. Anyway, I've always wondered if I was the only one that had this problem. Not the rage part, but the change part. Just exactly what is it for everyone else? Well, I found out that for my dad, the right amount of power tools or electricity turns him in to none other than....



Yeah, the Swedish Chef. As a kid I always liked him because he was the plucky comic relief but never fully appreciated his Chocolate Mouse until this summer. When Dadman and I were constructing the counter or the shelves things would turn from normal conversation in to what sounded like "SCHTIKITY BOOM BOOM!" when the circular saw was turned on. Perhaps you'd have to know my dad to find this particularly funny but if you can picture a 60 year old retired engineer going from the normal conversation that an engineer can have to making donuts with a shotgun, that's pretty much how it goes. Any time a car battery or power tools are introduced Dads engineer speak turns in to a language that only chef can interpret.

So is it just me, or does everybody have that button that can be pushed that makes their personality drastically change in to a comic book superhero or an untranslatable comic relief? Regardles, happy 60th birthday Dadamn. I appreciate all that you do, and love you very much. Even though you don't read my blog.