Typical Daddy/Daughter Interaction

Couldn't find a good pic of them together. But, this'll do, right? :)

So, we're out having lunch today and this is what takes place.

Liza is sitting beside Rick on the booth seat across from me. She is eating nothing but french fries and he wants her to eat her chicken. (BTW- how did she turn into a typical American kid so fast?)

Rick tells her to eat her chicken and then gives her a stern look as she picks up another french fry.

She looks at him as if to say, "what?" That doesn't work so she puts on a cute face and shakes her ponytail at him.

He almost smiled, but didn't quite crack. He says, "Liza eat your chicken." and tries another stern look.

She leans behind his back and kisses his shoulder.

Dad eats the chicken and she eats her french fries.

Liza 1 / Daddy 0

Weird Fact Wednesday: "Turn Left..... No... You're Other Left"

Did you really learn your left from your right in Kindergarten? Cause I didn't, and I have finally come to the conclusion it wasn't for lack of poor Mrs. Moorehead trying to teach me. Sorry Mrs. M, it was ALL me! Actually, I'm just carryin' on; I never blamed any one for my lack of directional skills, but I bet I drove my poor teachers crazy.

I am now, 26 years out of Kindergarten and I still do not know my Right from my Left. When someone says raise your Right hand there is a 50/50 chance I will actually raise the right one (yes, pun totally intended there). I always have to take a moment, look down at my hands, and remind myself which one I write with before I can proceed. This is usually not a problem so much. Where it can get tricky is when I'm driving and the passenger is telling me where I need to turn. If it goes like this we'll be fine:

Passenger: "Ok, keep going straight and about 50 feet ahead you need to turn left."

Me (thinking): 'Ok, left..... left.....' (wiggle my left hand on the wheel a little bit) 'Oh, that way.'

Then we turn and all is well with our World's.


Below is the incident that prompted me to put this as my Facebook status the other day: "If  you're like me and don't know your right from your left, please raise your right hand....... I'll wait......" I thought that was pretty clever and was so glad to find out that a few of my friends are the same way. Halleluia, I'm not alone!

The problem comes in when Rick is the passenger. He is pretty sure I can read his mind and I am equally sure that I can not. Here's what I mean:

Me: "Um, I don't remember how to get to this Doctor's office from here."

Rick: "Go straight through this light and then turn left."

Light turns green as he is speaking and I proceed to go. I hear left but my brain is thinking right. I don't turn.

Rick: "Turn LEFT! HERE!"

Me: "Right here?! Already?!"

Rick: "I said left....."

Me: "Well, you didn't give me enough time to think about which way was Left. You should know by now, you need to point which way you want to go and say, 'that way'. I don't know my Right from my Left."

He just shakes his head. Poor man, he didn't know what he was getting himself into when he married me. But, that's ok he loves me, even if I am Directionally Challenged.

Conversations With Rick: Is that Aretha Good?

Rick and I have some hilarious conversations at times. He is one of the funniest people I know and is very quick. He snaps come-backs out of nowhere sometimes that make me laugh out loud even when I'm trying to be mad at him. I'm contemplating trying to remember some of them and feature them right here on the little ole blog for memories, or blackmail..... whichever I feel the need for at the moment.

Here's one from yesterday. Poor hubby is sharp as a tack but pronunciation (or as he says, "prunciation") is not his forte.

A little background, we're talking about how things can always be improved on.

Rick:
"so, a Good thing can be Better!"
"And a Better thing can become Great!"
"And a Great thing can be Fantastic!"
"And a Fantastic thing can be Arethrile!"

ME: (thinking)
"Did he say Arethrile? What's that, Aretha Franklin good?"
"I guess that could be pretty good"

ME: (out loud)
"What?" "What did you say?"

Rick:
"Arethrile"
"E.t.h.e.r.e.a.l."
"Arethrile"

ME: (laughing my head off)
"That's Ethereal"

Rick: (laughing in spite of himself)
"Oh"

Go, Dog, Go

This here is Mojo. I know this picture makes us look cruel and unusual, but he actually did that to himself, and more than once. He liked dragging that basket around for some reason. Mojo has got to be the craziest dog we have ever had in our house. He likes to chase Rickydoodle in circles through the house and then get chased back. It's especially funny when he slides across the kitchen floor.

So, this morning, Ricky and I are lazing in the living room-ignoring the dogs. Mojo must have gotten tired of being ignored cause he comes tearing through the living room, into the kitchen, then back around the whole house, back thru the LR, wipes out in the kitchen, and back into the LR where he jumps up on his Daddy's (Rickydoodle) couch.

The whole time all this is going on we are just looking at each other trying to figure out who let the dog get into the coffee. Once Mojo jumps onto the couch the first thing out of my dear husband's mouth is, "Did you have a case of the runs?" I laughed so hard.

Get it? "Case of the runs?", cause he was running around like crazy? Maybe you had to be there. I'm still laughing.......

Husband Tracker

I don't think I'm the only wife who has ever misplaced her husband in a time of need. Correct? Yesterday, when I needed Rickydoodle to go and haul in my crate so I could clear my table after the women's banquet, I could not find him anywhere. He was seriously MIA.So, I decided that I need to invent a device that is implanted into husbands on the day of their weddings. This device would enable wives to locate the husband at any given moment. I know, that's why cell phones were invented, but a cell phone does no good at all when they leave them in their trucks or have them on silent in their pockets. Do they all do this?


I haven't decided what I would call it or even how we would install it without their knowledge but I already know I'd have at least one buyer. Whataya say? Anymore takers?

Oh, and he did eventually show up with the desired crate and man-power to carry that crate. He and the boys had gotten bored waiting for the banquet to be over and were getting a little concerned about being in the presence of all that girly fru-fru stuff. So, they went and hung out at the local coffee shop. I guess I can't blame them.