My dad, Vonn Jess Jenkins, was the king of finding something he likes and sticking to it.
Sticking to it might actually be an understatement.
It is more like he found something he liked and then beat it to a pulp until there was nothing left in it to discover.
His three most famous facets were:
Fiddle Faddle
Quarter Pounders with Cheese
and Corn Dogs
Random?
EXTREMELY.
There were never intertwined or overlapped.
Each of these foods took up a good four month chunk of his "diet."
No one appreciates food more than me.
It isn't just food though.
It has to be delicious food.
My personal favorite meal, hands down, that will get my taste buds
dancing every time is...
Mac a Roo 'n Cheese from Outback
Me and my dad are alike in many ways, but he took this to an all new extreme.
It was almost nightly that he would be laying on the couch watching Food Network thinking of things to sooth his pallet.
Then, he would yell out. "who wants to do me a favor?"
If I was in my room, he would keep yelling until I came out. sometimes he would even let out one of his piercing whistles.
The next line would be, "will you go get me (insert current craving)?"
He would always say it as if he hadn't had a glass of water in 5 months though.
I would most likely say no, due to the fact I couldn't drive.
Then he would say one of two things:
"I will give you all the money in my wallet." (knowing he didn't have any)
or
"Fine, I will remember this next time you ask me to do something for you."
Either way, I knew that in five minutes I would be on my way to either Mcdonalds or Scolaris, our local grocery store that happened to have really good corn dogs and fiddle faddle.
My dad was stalwart.
Unchanging in his opinions, and morals.
He was the type of person who you couldn't argue with because no matter how right you knew you were, he would somehow convince you that he was right and by the end you would both be arguing the same point.
He coined the phrase "don't ya go changing" in our house.
I rarely walked out the front door without my dad yelling this, and my brother yelling
"protect your carnal treasure!"
I made lots of friends.
My dad did have lots of friends though. He was the guy that everyone thought was his best friend, but only he knew who his really good friends were.
He has been a great example of being who you are, and loving it.
So to you dad, I title my blog "Don't You Go Changing."
If I was in my room, he would keep yelling until I came out. sometimes he would even let out one of his piercing whistles.
The next line would be, "will you go get me (insert current craving)?"
He would always say it as if he hadn't had a glass of water in 5 months though.
I would most likely say no, due to the fact I couldn't drive.
Then he would say one of two things:
"I will give you all the money in my wallet." (knowing he didn't have any)
or
"Fine, I will remember this next time you ask me to do something for you."
Either way, I knew that in five minutes I would be on my way to either Mcdonalds or Scolaris, our local grocery store that happened to have really good corn dogs and fiddle faddle.
My dad was stalwart.
Unchanging in his opinions, and morals.
He was the type of person who you couldn't argue with because no matter how right you knew you were, he would somehow convince you that he was right and by the end you would both be arguing the same point.
He coined the phrase "don't ya go changing" in our house.
I rarely walked out the front door without my dad yelling this, and my brother yelling
"protect your carnal treasure!"
I made lots of friends.
My dad did have lots of friends though. He was the guy that everyone thought was his best friend, but only he knew who his really good friends were.
He has been a great example of being who you are, and loving it.
So to you dad, I title my blog "Don't You Go Changing."
I love this blog title.
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