Dear Dad

Dear Dad,
Well I'm definitely cutting it close on this one. It's 11:56 here, but I count this letter as being done on the 11 of December because I started it before midnight. I really become a sloth during exams and have no schedule at all. It's horrible. I stay up super late and then sleep in and then repeat my day of sitting around, studying or just lazing around. I've been searching for a new house mate lately and I'm a bit stressed over it. Wish I could just have a completely quiet Christmas, but it seems like there will still be some stress in my life over the holidays. Oh well.
So my space bar is super squeaky every time I hit it. I don't know why and it's really annoying. Think some WD-40 would help it? :) It helps everything right?
I feel like these letters are becoming more of memoirs than anything, me just rambling about past times and how awesome each person I'm writing to is. But I think everyone deserves it and obviously I wouldn't be wasting my time if I thought otherwise.
A lot of them are thank you's too. I could thank you for so much and it would take hours upon hours, probably close to a day if not more. You've done so much in my life. I want to apologize for not coming to you every time I need something though. You do pick up the phone a lot of the time when I'm distressed and I just have you pass it off to mom. That's kind of rude and I hope you'll accept my apology. I'm sure you don't want to deal with girly stress and drama anyways.
I have to confess that sometimes I feel bad that you didn't have a son. We always joke among the cousins that you're the one uncle who wanted/needed a son the most and you got two daughters. How horrible is that? ;) Hopefully we're tough enough though and were able to enjoy doing all the "boyish" things you hoped to do if you had a son.
You've taught me so much through those treks of life. I talk about our fishing trips with Uncle Clarence all the time. They were really important to me growing up. Uncle Clarence was like a grandpa to me, spoiling me and such, and I have you to thank for making that bond between us. I miss him, but  I also miss the trips that we went on when I could just hang out with you. I hope because I didn't want to go to Swan lake sometimes that it made you sad. I didn't mean it that way. It's just...getting up at that early to go sit in a cold boat and hope to catch a fish (or at least someone catch a fish on the entire lake) just isn't for me. But if you ever want to go to Cow lake I'm definitely game.
If we can get it together it would be fun if you came out when Britney's dad did and we did a father/daughter weekend. The one in Saskatchewan was a lot of fun. I definitely have to say that one of the most depressing things I'm dealing with right now is the fact that I may not get out camping very much this summer if I stay in Newfoundland. It really sucks and I hope to get out some, but we'll see with house sitting and the dog and such. I might get out sometime.
Anyway, I should wrap this up. Sorry it's not as sappy as mom's and my feelings aren't gushing out. But as a man I think that isn't what you need. You know I love you and I can't wait to see you on Sunday. You might be the one holding both mom and I up on our feet as we're probably both going to be complete messes. So glad that I have you as a strong rock in my family who will never fail me.
I love you dearly and miss you all the time. Some days I just want to call you and have a chat. I wish I wasn't so busy when you were home after work so that I could talk more, but I guess that's how life is. We'll have some good chats over Christmas and hopefully be able to watch some westerns late into the night.
Love you.
Your daughter,
Yvette