Fathers Day

Happy Father's Day! I sure wish I lived closer to my dear ole dad. We would probably kill each other.I would be able to have him over for Father's Day supper if we lived closer. I would like that. My son reminds me sooo much of my dad in many ways. He's definitely got his temper and his sense of humor. He still tells me all the time he's easily annoyed and mostly by me. JUST LIKE MY DAD. My dad's number one pet peeve with me is that I don't answer my phone. I am the worst about carrying my phone or forgetting where I left it. I'm not a big phone person anyway. On the weekends I may not look at my phone at all. Come Monday (when I finally find it) I may have 20 missed calls... 19 of them are from my daddy dearest. You should hear the messages he leaves me. Not NICE... so for his birhtday this year he got me back. I began calling the morning of his birthday (because he gets annoyed if I wait until later... I am the same way)but no answer. I called his cell several times, then the home number... no answer. I called my sister to see if she had talked to him and she had... early that morning. I waited and called a few more times. No luck. So, finally I texted my step mom AND she didn't answer either. I began to panic. Something was surely wrong. He always answers. He never answered or called me back the day of his birthday. I felt awful. It was his birthday and I didn't get to wish him a good day. I called again the next morning fearing the worst... the dirty rat answered only to tell me he avoided my calls on purpose! He still acts like a 7th grader. He swears he will never grow up and I believe him. Truthfully, I am a lot like my dad too. I have the Truman temper curse. I'll share a funny that I'm not really proud of... two weeks ago our local Kroger Gas station dropped gas to $3.19. With my Kroger gas points I was able to fill up for $2.69 per gallon. The station was packed... cars were double lined up at the tanks. I was on empty so I circled a few times and then pulled in to wait my turn in front of a lady that had just began filling up. I waited patiently with two kiddos in the car. It was hot and I had turned the ignition off and rolled down the windows. When the lady in front of me was finishing up a car pulled in behind her... so now she was sandwiched in. She hung up the pump and asked me to back up because someone had pulled in behind her. I politely asked her if she would ask them to move so she could back out. I was sure the car other driver didn't see me there waiting... she came back to me after speaking to the other driver and told me that she told him I was there first and he said, "TOO BAD"... Most sensible moms with children in the car would probably have backed up and found another pump.. this would have been the smart thing to do... But the TRUMAN temper flared up and flew out of my mom mobile and marched right over to the other car. ( i could have been killed right in front of my two kids. I don't know what I was thinking) I calmly told the man that I had been there waiting and it would be nice if he would back up. He responded that he was not moving... Meanwhile Hoot was hanging out of my car, shouting... "just ram him mom! just ram the car!!" After a few time of "just ram him" I told Hoot to put his head back in the car and that I would be right there. I held my ground, and told the man that I had all day and wasn't going to move. (because that's what Jesus would do right?? Who did I think I was???) He must have seen the craziness in my eyes because he finally backed up as I stood at his window staring at him with my arms crossed. I walked back over to my car and got in while the lady in front of me backed out. I was trembling so bad I could hardly pump my gas. As we drove to swim practice I told Hoot that it wasn't very Christ like to "ram" people. He responded that I didn't act very Christ like either. He had a point. We celebrated Father's Day with Lambert this evening. We bought him a new bicycle, and I baked a cake. I've wanted to try making a ruffle cake since Libbie's last birthday. The cake I bought her turned out TERRIBLE and I knew I could do a better job. So this Fathers Day... Lambert got ruffles. It turned out pretty cute and by Libbie's birthday this year, I should have it perfected!! I promise not to make Hoot a ruffle cake for his birthday. I'm not that mean! I am blessed to have a wonderful father and a wonderful husband who is a wonderful father. Pray for my Lambert. He's been on antibiotics/prednisone for sinus and it looks like he might have an outbreak of shingles. He just noticed a very painful rash on his back/rib cage tonight. He's had fever and chills and flu like symptoms for the past couple of days which are all early signs of shingles... OUCH!! Yes that is a Schwinn on our dining room table... it was our centerpiece... My caked turned out pretty good... at least I didn't use pink icing:)