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| Better Late Than Never |
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| Thursday, 28 August 2008 | |
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Katie (Dad's former CNA aide) came over last night to take Dad out to dinner, and we surprised her with a birthday cake, balloons, and flowers for her 24th birthday.
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| First Brett Favre, Now Dad |
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| Tuesday, 26 August 2008 | |
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There was a tragic accident at our local high school in which a 15 year-old boy was killed during a football game. He sustained a brain injury that was described as a "one in one hundred and fifty million" chance by the neurosurgeon who tried to save his life. My 80 year-old Dad, having heard this news, has decided to retire his "football career." Well, that's one less thing I have to worry about! |
| Like Father, Like Daughter |
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| Sunday, 24 August 2008 | |
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We were watching a TV commercial for an insurance company today that talked about safe driving. Dad said, "I don't even remember the last time I drove a car." "2004." I said. "Do you know what year this is?" "Yes. It's 2008. Is there something wrong with you that you don't know what year it is?" He asked. "If you get confused again, you can just ask me. I'll tell you." He added. Great! Now he thinks I have dementia! |
| The Art of Drinking |
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| Friday, 22 August 2008 | |
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Dad and Inky went to the Reynolda House, which was the estate of R.J. Reynolds (the tobacco king). My father really likes art, and they have a great collection that changes on a regular basis. The two of them spent three hours touring the house and talking about art, how my Mom had volunteered there, the Reynolds family history and anything else Dad could think of. Then they went over to the tavern which is located on the property and He had one gin and tonic. Inky was so excited to have stimulated his mind and incorporated his exercise into three fun-filled hours at the museum. Later, when I asked Dad how the trip to the Reynolda House went, He replied, "I had a great Tanqueray and tonic at the Village Tavern." So much for art. |
| Booze over Pills |
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| Wednesday, 20 August 2008 | |
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Last night, I asked Dad how his bum hip was feeling. |
| Those are Raisins, Right? |
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| Monday, 18 August 2008 | |
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David was talking with one of his employees on the phone this morning, and promptly asked him if someone had "peed in his corn flakes", reacting to the somber way he answered the phone. "What?" my Dad asked up the stairs, but David did not hear. "David asked me if I wanted any corn flakes I think." Dad said. When he came down I asked him what he as talking about. Dad eats Raisin Bran, not corn flakes (important for his digestive system.) "No I was asking Phil if someone peed in his corn flakes." David explained. Having never heard the phrase, Dad said, "If you are peeing in Corn Flakes, I sure don't want the raisin bran." |
| I see, Therefore I am |
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| Sunday, 17 August 2008 | |
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When Dad was in the hospital a few weeks ago, he got an eye infection which prompted a long visit to the Eye clinic. |
| I Love the Olympics |
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| Friday, 15 August 2008 | |
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Dad was watching the synchronized diving yesterday, and commented that he would love to be able to do something like that. "I would love for you to be able to get in and out of bed without moaning in pain because of your bum hip." I thought. I guess we all have our goals! |
| Endless Summer |
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| Wednesday, 13 August 2008 | |
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Dad and I watched the Olympics again last night. |
| I am Daddy's Girl |
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| Monday, 11 August 2008 | |
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I went to pick up Dad from having dinner with my sister Susan earlier this evening. When I was walking out the door, my little dog Lola snuck behind me and hopped in the car. She was so excited on the way to meet Dad! The petting machine was coming home! On the way home, she was wagging her tail and licking him and rolling all over his lap. "I brought your favorite girl." I announced. "You are my favorite girl." Dad corrected. Awwwww. |
- Glad He's Not a Preacher
- Let the Games Begin!
- Lyman Likes the Ladies
- You Had Him at "Cookie Factory"
- Like Kermit the Frog?
- Like a Noise in the Car
- Ah-HA
- Need a Jolt?
- Crime Pays (But Insurance Does Not)
- No more Stinky (Except the Dog)
- Home Sweet Home
- Little Mix Up
- Third Time's the Charm
- New Stepmother?
- Bless His Heart
- Who Would Have Thought?
- Bless His Heart
- Happy Camper
- Oh Crap!
- Happy Birthday Dad!
- Caught Off Guard
- No Surprise to Me
- Happy Independence Day!
- Like A Virgin
- Fiblet = Peace on Sunday
- Dad's in the Dog House
- The Long Walk
- Runs in The Family
- Multiple Personality Causes No Disorder
- Animal House
- Never Missed a Beat
- Geronimo!
- Hallucinating?
- One Exception to the Rule
- Stuffy Old Folks
- Three Square Meals
- Happy Father's Day
- Some King of the Jungle
- Night and Day
- Fit Happens
- He is a Youngster!
- Could Be Worse
- Spring Cleaning
- I Faked Myself Out!
- Happy days Are Here Again
- No Sleep=Grumpy
- We Are in a Recession
- $2,500 a Gallon??
- Home Remedy
- Wireless?
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