Stella Colter

My Detour from the High Road to Screw You Highway

I’m my father’s daughter

This one goes out to my Daddy, who by the way does not know about this blog because frankly he would not appreciate my potty mouth and even though I am grown, I’m still a bit scared of him.

My Daddy made me who I am today.  Let me say, I do have a little of my mom in me.  This is proven by the fact that I have not yet stabbed anyone with a fork, been arrested for general mayhem, or otherwise gotten in any major trouble.  Not that my Daddy has done any of that, but he is a genuine badass, so I credit her for keeping him in line as well.

My Daddy taught me at an early age that I could do anything. The day I was born, he called friends and family to tell them that they had “another damn girl”.  See, I have a brother who is only 15 months older than me, and Daddy had dreams of his sons playing football together – I think he thought we would be Peyton and Eli Manning.  As it turns out, my brother never played football – he played the guitar, and that’s okay too except that the Manning brothers are rich and famous and we are not.

At any rate, it didn’t take long for Daddy to embrace my gender, and then he basically decided that just becuase I was a girl did not mean I had to BE a girl.  So he reminded me frequently to forget that.  He showed me that I could get what I wanted in this lfe without being held back by being female.  He made me tough.  He taught me TONS. And he supported me always.  The only thing he didn’t do is remind society that they should pay me like they pay the boys – that part still sucks.

My Daddy is my hero.  He is honest – a handshake deal means something with him.  He is straight forward -if you want to know what he thinks, just ask him.  He is fair – he could care less if you are black, white, skinny, fat, old, young or Lindsey Lohan.  He treats everyone the same.  He holds people accountable, he expects people to act appropriately, and he will jerk a knot in their ass if they don’t.  He is amazing.  And he’s mine.  And I love him.

If I do nothing else in this world, I want to be remembered as his daughter – a mirror image of the man he is.  Oh, and I wouldn’t mind hanging out with the Manning brothers – I hear their dad is cool too, so we probably have a LOT in common.

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