Dad loved to spend money. He loved to buy cars. Specifically, he loved to negotiate any purchase, especially the purchase of a new vehicle. I watched him walk out on so many dealerships and salespeople. He had no problem telling them to "go to hell." They would always call him the next day, though with a better offer. He had some serious skill in negotiating. :)
Since you mentioned dad's love to buy...
I cannot remember a single birthday that dad actually got mom what she asked for. One year in particular mom asked for a new bowling bag. Dad asked me to come along to help pick it out. 15 minutes later we pull up in front of Best Buy. I said, "Dad, what are we doing here? Mom's gonna kill you." We walked out of there with a $1000 stereo which I helped him put together and set up. The entire time I kept repeating, "Mom's gonna kill you." She never did though...
I always loved the story that dad used to tell about the goalie he had at Maryville who was an Art Major. He said his defense was so good that she didn't have much to do during the game. So she drew a mural in the dirt. After half when they switched sides, the other team's goalie was kicking the dirt to mess up her artwork when his team moved in a scored!
This is a story that Dad told a couple times:
He was walking into a restaurant...I think it was Favazza's.
As he walked in, he held the door for a woman who was behind him. As she approached she said, "I can get the door myself".
He then explained how the door on this restaurant was big and heavy..."so I just let it go and it pushed her ass back on onto the side walk"...then she had a hell of a time getting it back open...this he explained with a vindictive glee that I have scarcely seen rivaled.
Dad love to argue, but hated to lose. Unfortunately for him, he had many smart children with whom he loved to argue. Any time I had laid out the perfect winning argument dad would inevitably follow with, "Nobody likes a smart kid." or "Nobody likes a cute kid."
Mike, Dad, and I built our rooms in the basement (for Mike and I of course). The basement was only about 6'4" clearance in most places, with duct work and one solid I-beam traversing the entire house. After we had studded out the basic floor plan we were well into hanging the plywood to make walls. At some popint Dad turn and hit his forehead square on the I-beam (no contest). Dad took the 2lb hammer that he was holding (his unique tool of choice for subtle work) and threw it right through the plywood wall that we had just finished! I must of had this complete look of horror on my face at the thought of having to replace what we just did. Without skipping a beat Dad looked at me and said," Shut up and put a light switch there!" The electrical box and switch fit perfectly!
Dad always hated the finishing touches of any project. I on the other hand pestered him to no end on doing everything. The phrase, "Quit ditzing and..." would come up quite often in our workings together! We made a pretty good team!
When ever dad thought you were putting too much thought into a situation he would say, "Quit thinking!" he would also sometimes say, "Quit thinking and just do it!" :)
When I was young dad always called me Bubba. To him it was a term of endearment, but I always hated it. I have recently noticed that I always call Ava "My Little Bubba."
Where's the blood?
Brian McBride Sep 25, 2009
Dianne (Sep 27, 2009)
Money
Kathy Aug 24, 2009
Dianne (Aug 24, 2009)
Coach
Dianne Aug 19, 2009
I can get the door myself
Brian McBride Aug 19, 2009
He was walking into a restaurant...I think it was Favazza's.
As he walked in, he held the door for a woman who was behind him. As she approached she said, "I can get the door myself".
He then explained how the door on this restaurant was big and heavy..."so I just let it go and it pushed her ass back on onto the side walk"...then she had a hell of a time getting it back open...this he explained with a vindictive glee that I have scarcely seen rivaled.
Kathy (Aug 24, 2009)
Arguments
Dianne Aug 17, 2009
Dianne (Aug 17, 2009)
More shi*t
Patrick McBride Aug 17, 2009
Dad: Sh*t!
Ref: Watch your language sir.
Dad: Excuse me?
Ref: Watch your language.
Dad: Are you f**king kidding me?
Ref: (Red Card)
Light Switch & the 2 lb hammer!
Kevin Aug 17, 2009
Ditzing!
Kevin Aug 17, 2009
Over-thinking
Kathy Aug 17, 2009
Bubba
Dianne Aug 13, 2009
A hug
Kathy Aug 13, 2009
Steak Out!
Brian McBride Aug 13, 2009
Steak Out was just his most recent favorite. Ordering food was one of his favotite thins to do.