I Love U Pa, doodle © 2008 by
ybonesy. All rights reserved.
We spent the afternoon with Dad. One of my sisters got him a card with the above message, which netted lots of laughs. My other sister wrote her own goofy card having to do with hoes, but that one requires too much explanation, so I think I’ll leave it at that.
There’s always laughing on Father’s Day with Dad. I sure do love him.
Hope all the fathers out there had a great day. And what about that golf game?!
we celebrated father’s day.. going to mall and also having dinner in a restaurant.. 😉 Congrats to all fathers!
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Love the card pictured here.
About five years ago I began to call my dad, “Paw,” saying it the way Opie did on the “Andy Griffith Show.”
My parents don’t like to answer the phone and don’t have caller ID, so let the answer machine message run through and will pick up once they recognize the voice on the other end. After the message, I always wait a second and then say, “Pawwww,” in a drawn-out, Southern accent.
Paw picks up the phone and says, “What’s up, kiddo?”
It’s kind of our thing, and it’s endearing.
And yeah, that golf game. Is there NOTHING that Tiger can’t do, particularly if he can do what he’s done at Torrey Pines with just ONE good knee?
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Is there NOTHING that Tiger can’t do
I don’t think so. He is so incredible. I mean, I thought he was done for when he shot the ball off the fairway, but not even a question about it. For today I’m rooting for the underdog (Rocco), only because that poor guy has played about 40 classics and opens and NEVER won a single one.
That is endearing, you and your Paw. Hey, you’re going to have to tell him the about the three-legged dog:
A three-legged dawg comes to Dodge and goes into the saloon. Miss Kitty is tending bar. The dawg orders up a dozen shots of whiskey and starts slamming them back. Miss Kitty gets worried so she calls the Sheriff, who shows up and asks the dawg,
“You a stranger in town, Dawg?”
“That’s right, I’m a stranger, what of it?” Slams another shot.
“We don’t much like strangers around here, Dawg.”
The dawg doesn’t say anything, but asks Miss Kitty for another three shots. Miss Kitty turns to get them.
“Whatcha ya doin’ in town, Dawg?” asks the sheriff.
The dawg looks off in the distance, comes back to his three shots and takes them slowly, one by one.
Then he looks the sheriff in the eye and says, “I’m lookin’ for the man who shot my paw.”
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After hanging out with Dad, eating pizza and green chile, I came home and made dinner for Jim. Frito Pies. He really likes them, and I make them with local red chile, local beans, organic meat, which is kind of silly when you think about it, because then we put all this healthy stuff over greasy Fritos. Oh well.
Sharonimo, I also meant to tell you that we have a bunch of names for my dad, but they are really bizarre: Fleo (his name is Leo), Fleabug, His Royal Fleabugedness, Farter, Papa Leo, Papa Hilo…the list goes on. Some are not exactly nice, as you might expect a father’s nickname to be, but he’s a great sport. They all make him laugh. 8)
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I called my dad, “daddy”, in a southern type accent. He was from Louisiana and my mom is from Arkansas, so there was always a southern influence thing in our family, even when growing up in New Mexico.
I still miss my dad. Lately, when I see myself in the mirror, I see him. I really enjoyed hanging out with him. He was a good dad. 🙂
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ybonesy — I’m rooting for Rocco, too. And I can’t wait to tell my Paw the three-legged dawg story. Very good.
I love the comments about what we call our dads, though the ones ybonesy assigns to her Papa (Fleabug?!) are hard to top.
mimbresman’s recollection reminds me of a time when I was about six or seven years old, watching my Paw mow the backyard. All of a sudden his pants fell down right to his ankles! He nearly fell. I could see his big boxer shorts! He turned off the mower and then I heard him laughing. He pulled up his pants, started up the mower and continued to mow the lawn with the biggest grin on his face. I’m grinning now as I write about it.
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LOL. What a great memory.
Mimbres Man, what do you call your mom?
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yb, that doodle is so funny!
I called my Dad yesterday morning & he is such a jokester. He knew it would be me, so when he answered the phone he sounded terrible. I asked what was wrong & he blamed it on too much celebrating the previous night (his night at the local bars & clubs) He said “Am I at home?I wonder how I got here?”. Then he fessed up that he had come home early & nearly caused my mother to have heart failure. In the future he plans on staying till closing time, as he wants to keep her around for awhile!
I hope all fathers had an enjoyable & relaxing day! D
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That’s great that he still has a night for himself, with friends, I assume. I need one of those ; – ).
Do you call him “Dad”? And is the term “Pop” used at all in your part of the U.S.?
I think it was in Annie Dillard’s memoir, An American Childhood, that I noticed she called her parents “Mother” and “Father.” I’m not sure on the “Father” part, but I’m pretty sure about the Mother.
Such formal names. Not that long ago that kind of formality was the norm. I was just wondering what my father called his parents. I know my mom called her dad “Sandy,” which is what everyone called him. I bet my dad was required to use pretty formal terms with his parents.
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I enjoy reading the posts from people who had/have good relationships with their fathers. Those posts make me realize how much I missed in the relationship with my own father. Thanks.
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yb, I call him Dad. Pop is a term used to describe soda in western PA! D
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YBONESEY!!!!! ARE YOU WATCHING THE U.S. OPEN?!!! IT JUST WENT INTO SUDDEN DEATH!!! Rocco and Tiger ARE TIED AFTER PLAYING 18 HOLES!!!
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Nice card.
I took my youngest boy and went to a friends to watch the NASCAR race on his big screen. We had a blast.
Thanks for the Happy Father’s Day. Much appreciated . . .
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ybonesy: SIGH. Tiger won. Right before he was presented with the trophy, he was holding his daughter. Guess we need to remember that he’s a father, too, in addition to being the most incredible golfer of our era.
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I didn’t catch it, sharonmio, but Jim did. As he said, I guess that’s the difference between being #1 and being #105.
We’re both bummed for Rocco. I always root for the underdog, not to mention, does that guy not exude the most easy-going, well-intending energy?? His smile alone just makes you be on his side.
Brian, NASCAR on the big screen with your boy — sounds like a great Father’s Day!!
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nice card!
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Ybonesy,
I call my mom, “Momma” of course! With the same southern inflection. 😎
MM
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I like learning about the names people call parents and grandparents. So much of it is regional. (And if you come from a family with a few marriages, these names are essential to help keep people straight!)
When I grew up in the South, it was Mama and Daddy. My grandparents in Georgia were Grandmama and Granddaddy. My grandparents in Tennessee were Granny and Pop.
When I moved to the North, we quickly learned it was Mom and Dad and eventually, we switched over. Northern grandparents were Grandma and Grandpa.
And once we moved North, we were no longer required to say Yes M’am and Yes Sir to adults and teachers in school. And teachers went by their last names – Miss Smith – instead of the customary first name basis in the South — Miss Josephine.
In the North, Yes and No were the polite and respectful responses to the adults there (“yeah” was just not acceptable).
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QM,
Boy howdy, I remember when growing up and if we said, “yeah”, or “yes” instead of “yes sir” to our dad, it was unacceptable.
Maternal grandparents were simply: Grandmother (still alive at 100 years) and Granddaddy.
Paternal (Cajun) grandparents: Momo, and Popo.
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My daughters call me Momo all the time.
Things have changed so much, haven’t they? I’m just reading through QM’s comment (#18) about the respectful ways to address teachers and parents and probably most any adult.
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Ha! Funny!
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