As you may have noticed, my bloggerly motivation has been pretty seriously on the wane in recent weeks. I could say that I've been busy, and that would be (mostly) true. But I could also say that my bloggity muse has been in seriously deep hibernation, and that would also be true. So, rather than subject you all to mediocre forced ramblings (even more mediocre and forced than usual), I've gone into dormancy.
But, as you may also have noticed, I have, occasionally in the past, grabbed a comment I left on someone else's blog, and turned it into a post of my own, if I thought it was reasonably worthwhile. And such is the case with this post. My friend Bijoux recently put up a post, in honor of Father's Day, about weird stuff her dad used to say, and I left a comment there, which was more-or-less the kind of thing that I might post here on my own blog. Since it's been almost four years since my dad died, and I'm all about honoring his memory (you can go here, for something more like actual, bona fide honoring), I'll reprise my comments to her post for you all here (or, you could just go drop in on Bijoux; she gives better party than I do. . .)
Everybody's dad, it seems, has a few 'signature phrases' - little oddball things that he says that end up sticking in our minds as uniquely his, and which we carry with us, most probably to reprise them on our own kids.
My friend Bijoux posted recently, in honor of Father's Day, about a few of her dad's favorites, including "That's for me to know, and you to find out," which was one of my dad's signature bits, as well.
Forthwith, a brief sampler of some of his other favorites -
'half-assed' - shoddy or careless work; usually how I was judged to have mowed the lawn
If he was getting annoyed by a barrage of questions asking 'Why?', he'd just answer with, "To make little boys ask questions."
Or, if I was whining/crying for no good reason - "If you don't stop it, I'll give you something to cry about."
A generic expression of surprise - "Holy mackerel, Andy!" (which, when he said it, came out sounding like two words - 'Holy mackrelandy'). I found out later that the phrase was a signature bit from the old Amos 'n' Andy radio show ('cuz when Dad was a boy, they didn't have TV).
And the ever-popular "running around like a chicken with your head cut off," when we were being aimlessly energetic, as kids will be, sometimes (This one always confused me, until I saw a video clip of chickens being butchered, and I saw how the headless chickens would run aimlessly, expending the last remnants of their life-force; Dad grew up on a farm, and was quite familiar with the phenomenon).
And the man couldn't remotely carry a tune in a basket (seriously, he had absolutely zero musical sense; maybe even negative), but he had a favorite ditty, probably from his Army days, that he'd regularly cut loose with, most likely after a few beers -
I'm a rambler, I'm a gambler, I'm a long way from home,
And if people don't like me, they can leave me alone.
I'll eat when I'm hungry and drink when I'm dry,
And if somebody don't shoot me, I'll live 'til I die.
So, those are some of my endearing memories of my dad. Feel free to add your own below. . .
And, Happy Father's Day, to those of you fathers among my readers. I will leave you with a saying that Jenn and I used to have on matching His-n-Hers, Mom-n-Dad sweatshirts:
If Mama ain't happy, ain't nobody happy;
If Daddy ain't happy, ain't nobody cares. . .