Every girl should have a Duckman

Duckie, the laughable, lovable, dependable and secretly lovestruck best friend of Molly...in 1984's teen hit, 'Sixteen Candles'.

And it may have taken him 20 years to come clean...but it turns out I had my own Duckie.....

My Duckie was still a little mad at me for never noticing that he had the worlds biggest crush on me.  I remind him that he could have asked me on a date, for example...that may have tipped me off.  He always carries on about never missing a single one of my track and field practices...blah, blah, blah...  Whatevs...  :)  


Bottom line is, I always counted him among my favourite people...he was so funny, and I just loved being around him.  When he moved away, the school halls got much dimmer for me.


Then along comes Facebook...and old friends become new friends again!  (insert that choir of angels and open the heavens)  And this is when my Duckman came clean.  He loves me. He looooves me.  He thinks I'm awesomesauce.  He loves his wife and kids more...but he loves me too!


:)


The last year, I have found that he is still the same old Duckman, just waaay not shy anymore.  Although, I think if he thought for one minute that I wasn't allergic to married men, the cuddling, make out and spanking offers would be few and far between.  meh... He knows it makes me laugh.


It's peanut butta jelly time...it's peanut butta jelly time...


In the summer, Duckman absolutely thrilled Saminator and Red when he hung out with us.  Duckman happens to be a Flight Engineer for the Canadian Armed Forces... he's a soldier!!!  Woooooaaahhh!!  The boys thought they had died and gone to heaven!  They were slightly intimidated at first, you know...big dude with gun n'all..but Duckie is tremendous with kids and they had themselves a favourite Uncle Duck in no time. 

We went to the Hamilton Warplane Museum.  What an experience when you have a personal tour guide :)

But no summer day is complete without a trip to Port Dover, and that famous Arbour Dog.  We were enjoying said culinary delights at a picnic table, when Red decided he did not want the slice of pickle that was on his hotdog.  So he picked it up and tossed it...  It landed squarely on the eye of Duckman's cool man sunglasses with a squop...and it stayed there.  Big tough seasoned armed forces Duckman didn't flinch..and both boys froze...  Until they glanced at their very immature mother...  I had tears rolling down my face as I tried to contain the laughter.  Come on brother...a pickle in the eye?  That's some funny shit dude!  


My Duckman :)


He seems to have assumed the roll of my guardian, big brother, shoulder to cry on...  I'm not sure how I could ever  express to him just how much he means to me.  What a blessing, a true true friend he is.  And I hope he knows that I'm always there for him too.  Just not for that.


He spent a half an hour on video call with me tonight, making me laugh, and talking me out of the bluesy mood I had settled into...all lameass boy nonsense of course...  He says someday, some lucky guy is going to see me just the way he sees me.  Now isn't that the best shit you ever heard?  Huh?  And also, he threatened to lay a beating on the guy that hurt me.  Not THAT rocks!  :)  


Cause this guy, would do some damage....

Oh yeah...don't mess with the Awesomesauce...Duckman has her Six.  


....Or is that Nines...  I dunno...  I never said I was cool...


But I don't have to be...cuz I have me a Duckman.