Friday ~ My Swearing Dad

I had a wonderful weekend with my sister and her family. We celebrated Dad’s 74th birthday.

We took Dad to Williston for dinner and shopping. Uffda that was a trip! He had us laughing and in shock ~ at the same time. He is ready to get a divorce and start dating. He said “I am going to find myself a 25, 30, 40 year old.” Like he would know what to do with a girl that young! Teeheehee! My sister and I giggled like high school girls. I told him that he better find someone that is at least 50 because his baby is going to be 40 soon. “Yeah, yeah that’s right!” He is so funny. The not so funny is that he swears all the time, he is loud, and he is rude.

We took Dad to his restaurant of choice ~ Trapper’s Kettle. They seated us in the cooler ~ not actually the cooler but it could have been for as cold as it was. We asked to have the heat turned up but I think that our request went with no response because it stayed cold. My food was cold. Usually I don’t complain about my food being cold because I am a picker. I pick at everything! I did not pick, I dug right in because I was hungry. I put a pat of butter on the top of my hash browns and it would not melt. I ordered a French Dip so at least the au jus was hot and gave some warmth to my sandwich. Dad was looking for shrimp on the menu. “You got any gawd damn shrimp on this menu” he asked the waitress. I was so embarrassed and apologized to her for that. She pointed it out to him and he said “Eighteen gawd damn dollars!?” Then he looks across the table at my sister and me “Can I have that?” He was like a kid in a toy store! You have what ever you want Dad! So Dad had his shrimp and he was as happy as a kid with a new toy.

While we were in Wal-Mart we were looking for something. An employee walked by and he yelled “Hey, where is _____?” (I can’t remember what we were looking for.) She sent us in the right direction after I apologized for his rudeness. Oh ugh! That almost happened again but I stopped him by putting my hand near his mouth and turning his head. I told him to hush and that I would show him the manners that I had been taught.

For his birthday I bought him two shirts and two pairs of pants. One of his shirts says Mr. Wonderful on it. I showed it to him as a joke. “Yeah, yeah I’ll take that one.”

While I was dropping him off at the nursing home I asked him if he wanted to push the wheel chair rather than use the walker. His answer was “I don’t want to push that fucking chair.” It is a good thing that I have my own teeth. I think that I would have choked on my dentures. The chant started!

I talked to a nurse at the nursing home and she said that it is a med that he is on. He was like that before. When they lowered the dose he got better but when Mom left they upped the dose again because they thought that he needed it. I asked if his dose could be reduced again. Every sentence that comes out of his face has swearing in it. It got so bad that every time he said a cuss word all the kids would start chanting “potty mouth, potty mouth, potty mouth.” He would say “I did it again, didn’t I?” Yeah Dad you swore AGAIN.

He had a very good day out!

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