Yoohoo...nobody have any nice things to say about men today, other than actual dads?

This post feels a bit like people who give gifts to all the siblings on a kid's birthday. Why can't the kid have his special day?

Why can't Dads have their special day? Dads are so important, and so undervalued by large segments of society. I think they deserve their day.

Other men are great, too, but happy father's day fathers!

Ditto, NicoleK.

I don't pay too much attention to holidays. I would like to have back for a repeat, every single day, I spent with my father while he was still alive.
None of those days were Father's Day.

There is no card, gift or phone call that can make up for actually spending time with with the people you love, while they are here to appreciate it.

Sorry about your dad, Isab.

I feel bad today for people who didn't get dads or had shitty dads.

And I think there's too little notice or appreciation of people who don't have a "day."

What if you're just a great guy who hasn't spawned?

I show and tell Gregg what I appreciate about him all the time. If you don't do that in your relationship, either in words or actions or with both, it's a good idea to start.

I show and tell Gregg what I appreciate about him all the time. -- Amy Alkon at June 16, 2013 1:24 PM

I take it that he enjoys March 14th very much.

My Dad was a pretty incredible guy. Not really an incredible guy, but had lived an incredible life. I'm conflicted though because he was an old school man, and I was raised in the 60's-70's with different conflicting visions of men. My Dad was not Starsky or Hutch, Fred McMurray or Mr. Brady.

My Dad was in high school in South Shields, England when a German plane was shot down into the fields nearby. He ran away from home a few weeks later and joined the British Merchant Marines. He was on the convoys going from Liverpoole to Murmansk. He was a galley boy, then a cook, and then something like a chef.

He cooked on the Queen Mary after the war. He was great friends with Jimmy (the brickmason my Dad knew before the war), Ken (the pilot who was really our co-dad), Corky (the retired Navy guy with a SMOKING HOT Polynesian wife named Mary), Jimmy2, (our Greek shoe repair neighbor whose wife Rose loved dressing up as a witch for Halloween. He dressed so embarrasingly (to me) on the weekends- sandals, knee high socks, shorts, Hawaiian shirts. He had cut off half of his right thumb as a meatcutter. He was a son-of-a-bitch, but an excellent Dad.

Anyway, your yoohoo got me nostalgic. I grew up wth pool-parties where your parents might have to be walked ~ home next door, Jesus in the front yard smoking a joint (great story for anyone interested), Hang 10 t-shirts while listening to Endless Summer, and setting off Tiajuana fireworks on the 4th usually ended up getting medical attention.

We had 1 color TV, one B&W. 1 Pepsi\Coke a day, 1,200 square foot house, which was considered big to the average 900 sqf home. A Pinto, a Comet, we rented an RV once and drove to Muir Woods. Seaworld and Disney each once a year. Knotts twice a year.

Oh well. You can look it up on Facebook under "you know you grew up in West Garden Grove when..." If not, check out where you grew up. People submit crysal clear memories of things you haven't thought of in decades.

I had an awesome dad. My siblings and I miss him a lot. Once we became adults, he stopped parenting us. Some parents have difficulty with this. He enjoyed sharing his sage advice with us over the years and used to joke about "free advice being worth what you pay for it." Man, oh man, was I ever lucky to have such a wonderful father. Happy Father's Day Pops!

My husband wanted to go hiking yesterday, so we did, and then we went out for dinner with his father. Both are great Dads, and I tell my husband how much I appreciate him all the time. Father's Day is just a chance to do something extra special.

And then there's my Dad. I love watching relatives' reactions when we talk about him. Their eyes soften and their voices get sentimental. Everyone loved my Dad. He was a simple guy. He didn't get hung up on some of the complexities that drive people mad. As far as he was concerned, life was too short for that bullshit when there was good beer to drink and pretty girls to look at (and, before he was married, do more than look).

The year my mother died, I celebrated New Year's Eve with him. It was just him and me for most of the evening. Even at 88 years old, with dementia and on a dozen different medications, that old man drank me under the table.

I saw this on your FB yesterday, but didn't have time to respond. I don't know any adult males who aren't dads, but I still think this is a great idea. So I thank-targeted a deployed sailor I've been chatting with for awhile(a dad, but not mine, so it kind of fits, and really, is it possible to over-thank a serviceman?).

He's a really interesting person, and I look forward to chats with him. It's been a riot listening to his stories, and he's very animated. For example (forgive my terminology, those who have served, I don't know shit about military life), one day he was talking like a pirate in preparation for some rite of passage they do--his role was Davy Jones. Or when they made a pit stop and he and friends hit-up a midget bar (I was hoping for a picture of one hanging from his arm, but sadly, they were recalled early). His stories are endless entertainment for my mundane, ass-chair work life.

In the interest of not rambling, he's been a considerate, kind-hearted, hilarious person to talk to, and so I told him how much I appreciated the time he takes out of his days to chat with me, and he brightened at that.

I probably don't tell the people in my life how much I appreciate them nearly enough, so this was a nice reminder. Thanks. I'm going to try to be more mindful of specifically showing appreciation to my friends and family.