{"id":365,"date":"2011-06-19T15:26:43","date_gmt":"2011-06-19T19:26:43","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/tmbmt.MyCustomData.com\/blog\/?p=365"},"modified":"2011-06-19T15:28:38","modified_gmt":"2011-06-19T19:28:38","slug":"happy-fathers-day-to-a-couple-of-great-dads","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/tmbmt.MyCustomData.com\/blog\/index.php\/happy-fathers-day-to-a-couple-of-great-dads\/","title":{"rendered":"Happy Father&#8217;s Day!"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Happy father&#8217;s day to a couple of great dads! :)<\/p>\n<p>I know it&#8217;s been a really long time since I posted&#8230; I&#8217;ve had a crazy couple of weeks here.<\/p>\n<p>In any case, I wanted to post something for Father&#8217;s Day, so I thought I&#8217;d share one of the first songs I ever wrote.<\/p>\n<p><object width=\"200\" height=\"18\" type=\"application\/x-shockwave-flash\" data=\"http:\/\/tmbmt.mycustomdata.com\/sounds\/xspf_player_slim.swf?&amp;b_bgcolor=8b0000&amp;b_fgcolor=f0f0f0&amp;song_url=http:\/\/tmbmt.mycustomdata.com\/hidden\/(Tammy%20Bowles)%20Abba%2C%20Daddy.mp3&amp;song_title=(Tammy%20Bowles)%20Abba%2C%20Daddy&amp;player_title=AbbaDaddy\" align=\"middle\"><param name=\"movie\" value=\"http:\/\/tmbmt.mycustomdata.com\/sounds\/xspf_player_slim.swf?&amp;b_bgcolor=8b0000&amp;b_fgcolor=f0f0f0&amp;song_url=http:\/\/tmbmt.mycustomdata.com\/hidden\/(Tammy%20Bowles)%20Abba%2C%20Daddy.mp3&amp;song_title=(Tammy%20Bowles)%20Abba%2C%20Daddy&amp;player_title=AbbaDaddy\" \/><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"noflash.gif\" alt=\"\" width=\"200\" height=\"18\" align=\"middle\" \/><\/object><\/p>\n<p>My earthly father&#8217;s pretty darn cool, too, here&#8217;s a couple of pics for ya:<\/p>\n<div id=\"attachment_368\" style=\"width: 150px\" class=\"wp-caption alignleft\"><a rel=\"attachment wp-att-368\" href=\"https:\/\/tmbmt.MyCustomData.com\/blog\/?attachment_id=368\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" aria-describedby=\"caption-attachment-368\" class=\"size-medium wp-image-368 \" title=\"Vintage Dad\" src=\"https:\/\/tmbmt.MyCustomData.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/hippydad-186x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"140\" height=\"225\" srcset=\"https:\/\/tmbmt.MyCustomData.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/hippydad-186x300.jpg 186w, https:\/\/tmbmt.MyCustomData.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/hippydad.jpg 277w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 140px) 100vw, 140px\" \/><\/a><p id=\"caption-attachment-368\" class=\"wp-caption-text\">Dad in his hippy days<\/p><\/div>\n<div id=\"attachment_367\" style=\"width: 310px\" class=\"wp-caption alignright\"><a rel=\"attachment wp-att-367\" href=\"https:\/\/tmbmt.MyCustomData.com\/blog\/?attachment_id=367\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" aria-describedby=\"caption-attachment-367\" class=\"size-medium wp-image-367 \" title=\"My Dad\" src=\"https:\/\/tmbmt.MyCustomData.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/20101016_Dad_Glaring-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"My Dad\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" srcset=\"https:\/\/tmbmt.MyCustomData.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/20101016_Dad_Glaring-300x225.jpg 300w, https:\/\/tmbmt.MyCustomData.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/20101016_Dad_Glaring-1024x768.jpg 1024w, https:\/\/tmbmt.MyCustomData.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/20101016_Dad_Glaring-140x105.jpg 140w, https:\/\/tmbmt.MyCustomData.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/20101016_Dad_Glaring.jpg 2048w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 300px) 100vw, 300px\" \/><\/a><p id=\"caption-attachment-367\" class=\"wp-caption-text\">&lt;-- he&#39;s glaring at me for uploading that pic<\/p><\/div>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>My dad is probably the hardest working person I&#8217;ve ever met.\u00a0 He worked an average of 80-90 hours per week through my entire childhood (at one point he held 2 full-time jobs and a part-time all at the same time), but still tucked me into bed every night when he got home.<\/p>\n<p>The few hours he had left he spent working on stuff around the house for us, and somehow still found time to complete an associates degree (and most of a bachelors) in electrical engineering from home.\u00a0 I remember sitting on a chair next to him at the kitchen table at night watching in awe as he built circuits and fixed things with his soldering iron.<\/p>\n<p>Some of my fondest memories are of all the times my sister and I cajoled him into playing guitar for us (not that he didn&#8217;t love playing, he was just tired!).\u00a0 Now that I think about it, it had to be amusing for him to have his little daughter begging to hear &#8220;House of the Rising Sun&#8221;.\u00a0 I could have listened to him play for days on end.<\/p>\n<p>He still plays for me every once in a while&#8230; now that his shoulder injury is healed and he&#8217;s cut back to halfway normal working hours I&#8217;m hoping I&#8217;ll get to hear a lot more.\u00a0 He played backup for me once at his church (I sang flat the whole time, it was awful lol), and we&#8217;re hoping to do more songs that way.\u00a0 Perhaps I can get him to let me record a video at some point&#8230;<\/p>\n<p>In any case, that&#8217;s my dad, and I love him to pieces.\u00a0 Isn&#8217;t he great!?\u00a0 :)<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Happy father&#8217;s day to a couple of great dads! :) I know it&#8217;s been a really long time since I posted&#8230; I&#8217;ve had a crazy couple of weeks here. In any case, I wanted to post something for Father&#8217;s Day, &hellip; <a href=\"https:\/\/tmbmt.MyCustomData.com\/blog\/index.php\/happy-fathers-day-to-a-couple-of-great-dads\/\">Continue reading <span class=\"meta-nav\">&rarr;<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":3,"featured_media":367,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[244,252],"tags":[323,320,321,322,102,51,45,38,40,27],"class_list":["post-365","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-music-2","category-personal-2","tag-abba-daddy","tag-dad","tag-father","tag-fathers-day","tag-music","tag-personal","tag-praise-songs","tag-song","tag-songs","tag-spirit"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/tmbmt.MyCustomData.com\/blog\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/365","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/tmbmt.MyCustomData.com\/blog\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/tmbmt.MyCustomData.com\/blog\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/tmbmt.MyCustomData.com\/blog\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/3"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/tmbmt.MyCustomData.com\/blog\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=365"}],"version-history":[{"count":13,"href":"https:\/\/tmbmt.MyCustomData.com\/blog\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/365\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":380,"href":"https:\/\/tmbmt.MyCustomData.com\/blog\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/365\/revisions\/380"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/tmbmt.MyCustomData.com\/blog\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/367"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/tmbmt.MyCustomData.com\/blog\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=365"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/tmbmt.MyCustomData.com\/blog\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=365"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/tmbmt.MyCustomData.com\/blog\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=365"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}