June 16, 2013

Happy Father’s Day

Posted in Uncategorized tagged , , , , , , at 7:20 pm by Debbie

Remembering you is easy, I do it every day.
Missing you is the heartache that never goes away.

In honor of Father’s Day and in memory of the two special “fathers” in my life (mine and the father of my children), I decided to share some related randomness with you – a snippet of my weekend, if you will:

~ Me (directed to my Dad and Dave after accidentally spraying myself in the face (twice) with the water hose while washing the car*): “Okay you two, you can stop laughing now. It wasn’t that funny.”

~ Conversation with myself: “Dave would be so impressed that I washed the car inside and out. No, on second thought, he’d probably have to critique my not-so-perfect job and tell me how I had done something-or-other wrong. Come to think of it, he’s probably rolling over in his grave that I even washed the car at all. I wonder where that phrase comes from? Shoot. Now I have to go look it up. Never mind. I’m sticking with the first one – Dave would be so impressed that I washed the car inside and out.”

~ Thoughts while looking at old photos of my Dad: Wow, Dad doesn’t have gray hair in this picture. And he’s still skinny. I wonder if we (kids) caused his gray hair and weight gain. No, wait a minute. He didn’t get gray hair and gain weight until after we all moved out. So, it must have been all Mom’s fault. What was I thinking?

~ Texts with my children:
Me: Since tomorrow is Father’s Day and your father isn’t here, you two should spend money on me, instead.
Son: U don’t get two days.
Daughter: Yeah Mom, you don’t get two days.
Me: Clearly we did not raise you two right.
Daughter (to her brother): I think we turned out pretty awesome, don’t you think?
Son: Duh

(Note to self: Need to work on that whole two-days thingy for next year.)

~ Conversation at dinner after I suggest to my two (adult) children that they pitch in more around the house:
Son: You should be nice to us since it’s Father’s Day and we don’t have a father any more.
Me: Seriously. Lame.

~ To all of the Dads I know: I hope your day was special.

~ And to my Dad and Dave: I love you. I miss you. Happy Father’s Day.

*In my defense, you should know that the hose handle will, occasionally and randomly, come back on after it’s turned off. I’m really only an airhead once in a while. Really.

My Daddy and me:


Update: My Mom won’t let me blame my Dad’s gray hair and whatnot on her. She says I have to blame heredity. Okay. Whatever.



  1. Liz Mull said,

    Good to know I’m not the only one who sprays herself in the face with the hose. My sprayer was badly designed with the weight at the trigger end so it lands on the trigger when you drop it. You would think by now I’d know not to drop it. Oh and widows with kids (young and old) should definitely get Father’s Day presents.

    • Debbie said,


      We must have the same nozzle! I’ll let my kids know that I’m not the only one who thinks they should have showered me with gifts. 🙂 I’m sure they’ll appreciate me setting them straight on the matter. Thanks!

  2. FishSouthBay said,

    I’ll say it… Happy “Two Days” to you! If you ever want to brush up on your car cleaning, there are plenty of Fish Vans for you to practice on! I very much enjoy your posts, thank you for sharing. John.

    • Debbie said,

      Thank you, John. And thank you for your support. It means so much to me knowing the Fish Family is out there cheering me on! And trying to get me to do their dirty work. 🙂

  3. Debbie said,

    Sorry I am late with this but – happy Father’s Day to you! Dave would be so proud of you, and I truly love reading your stuff. Thanks for sharing.

    • Debbie said,


      I never thought of that before, but I think you may be right. Dave was always my biggest supporter and I have no doubt that he’s still proud of me. And still supporting me. And still reminding me how to wash a car. Windows, too! Thank you.

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