Tuesday, September 25, 2007

My dear Dad

So before I start this post I will share with you the likenesses between my Dad and I. We are both dorks, I mean we both have the weirdest sense of humour, and we both thrive on playing practical jokes on close friends and family, sometimes the odd stranger gets it too. We both also have an “I’m a grouch, and I mean business, don’t approach me” face, this is our everyday face. Tell us a good joke or give us the chance to do something funny or say something funny, and the face disappears. We really are nice people, its just the face that tricks people.

Telling you a little about my Dad will help you understand the following. My Dad has always enjoyed coming up with the strangest things to call my Mom, this is pretty much for as long as I can remember. In fact I remember all of our Saturday mornings watching cartoons one of Dads favorites was Goof Troop. I think he got a lot of his ideas off of there.

Mom recently forwarded this e-mail to me; Dad was telling her how crappy he felt at work the other day. As you will see, Mom has begun calling Dad names also, I mean after 25 years of marriage that kind of thing can rub off on you.

“I don’t know how long I am going to last at work today. I took 2 Dayquil this morning when I left the house and they are useless today for some reason.
I have rubbed my eyes constantly this morning. They are so dry and sore. My head feels like a well used soccer ball. Plain and simple I feel like I have been run over by a bus. I am also exhausted. Slept like crap last night.
Love you Maple Syrup.
Mike”

To which Mom replied with:

“Guess I will have to bring home Nyquil if you would like. There is also some eye drops in my dresser drawer do you think the Tylenol worked better?
Love you Walnut
Gail”

Dad replied:

“Yes the Tylenol did work better. Don’t bother with the Nyquil. I'll have lions and tigers and bears chasing me and Dorothy through the Land of Oz if I take that stuff.
Love you Butter Knife
Mike”

The e-mail goes on, but I think you get the idea of my Dad’s humour and his odd name calling; generally the names have something to do with food or kitchen utensils/appliances. I mean he will pick anything, look around your kitchen right now what do you see? Oh you see that jar of peanut butter that one will work great! Peanut butter butt or anything like that!

I will make a quick list for you of just a few of Dad’s favorites. Jam jar, oven mitt, sugar cube, cookie jar, butter tart.

1 comment:

Future Mommy said...

Karin, I love that you shared this story! Your dad sounds like a great guy with a great sense of humor, and bless your mom for playing along with him!! :-)