My ultimate, most enjoyable experiences in life are embarrassing my Mother! Then there's my husband, then there's Dani. (I'd embarrass Demi, but I don't think there's a possibility that I could ever pull that off!!) Don't know why, but I love jerking these guys and their "chains". It's quite a fun hobby and worthy of every effort I can contribute to them.
In fact, when my Grandmother was still here, we would literally gang up on Mom and tease her mercilessly and BOY was IT FUN! (I miss you Grandma!)
ha ha.
So my Mom, she's easy. All I have to do is buy something for my Father to wear that I know will make her SO mad. The last 2 years my husband and I have gone on cruises and every time we are in Mexico I look for a sombrero for him to wear.
PROBLEM
How the heck do you bring a sombrero all the way back from Mexico without crushing it!?!? I pondered this for the last two years and have not figured it out at all. Finally on my first cruise I gave up on that idea and found him something that is even more funny!
We went into Jamaica and I managed to find a ROSTA man hat for him. Okay now you have to picture this. A Jamaican hat with real hair smashed into dreads, glued into the hat. (MUCH easier to transport.) So I bring the hat home and not only does he wear it, he wears it on a CAMPING TRIP. (see next blog) Here is what happened next.
So it's about 130am and my Dad, and I, Andrew my cousin and Aaron and his family are all resting at a rest stop about 1 mile out of Delta. We see this guy coming down the road "bobtail" (or for those of you non-truckers, this means without a trailer) jerking and lurching and grinding gears like he's trying to make sausage.
All of us are quite confused and not sure what is going on. Did he steal the truck? Is he drunk? Is he seriously THAT bad of a driver!?
Well lucky us, the poor schmuck pulls into the rest stop that we were at, (our) mouths agape and staring as he slams the breaks on the poor truck and skids to a stop. We're still trying to figure out what is going on, when the guy turns around and proceeds to make his way outside of the rest stop going back the way he came. At this point in time, his side door (to his tools) swings open and is slamming up against the side of the truck as he's skidding and lurching and trying desperately to find gears that I'm sure were hiding the best they could for fear of losing all feeling themselves.
I point to the box and my Dad sees it again and goes running out into the road, RASTAMAN hat on, orange soda in his right hand, waiving wildly and pointing. (ha ha ha)
The poor man, SLAMS on his breaks rolls down his window and leans out as this crazy bearded white RASTA MAN, (with orange soda) proceeds to yell at him about his tool box being open. The scared fellow, jumps out of the truck, slams the door as quickly as he can and jumps back in quicker than you can say, "YA-MON!!!" and screeches away.
It was then, after a roar of laughter that my poor father realizes why the man was so scared as we pointed to the hat on his head and his obvious, drunk-like actions.
I have to say, we laughed ALL the way to Chitna.
Here's to you Mom! I love embarrassing you! And boy is it going to be worth it when I find that dang sombrero!!!
*wink*
In fact, when my Grandmother was still here, we would literally gang up on Mom and tease her mercilessly and BOY was IT FUN! (I miss you Grandma!)
ha ha.
So my Mom, she's easy. All I have to do is buy something for my Father to wear that I know will make her SO mad. The last 2 years my husband and I have gone on cruises and every time we are in Mexico I look for a sombrero for him to wear.
PROBLEM
How the heck do you bring a sombrero all the way back from Mexico without crushing it!?!? I pondered this for the last two years and have not figured it out at all. Finally on my first cruise I gave up on that idea and found him something that is even more funny!
We went into Jamaica and I managed to find a ROSTA man hat for him. Okay now you have to picture this. A Jamaican hat with real hair smashed into dreads, glued into the hat. (MUCH easier to transport.) So I bring the hat home and not only does he wear it, he wears it on a CAMPING TRIP. (see next blog) Here is what happened next.
So it's about 130am and my Dad, and I, Andrew my cousin and Aaron and his family are all resting at a rest stop about 1 mile out of Delta. We see this guy coming down the road "bobtail" (or for those of you non-truckers, this means without a trailer) jerking and lurching and grinding gears like he's trying to make sausage.
All of us are quite confused and not sure what is going on. Did he steal the truck? Is he drunk? Is he seriously THAT bad of a driver!?
Well lucky us, the poor schmuck pulls into the rest stop that we were at, (our) mouths agape and staring as he slams the breaks on the poor truck and skids to a stop. We're still trying to figure out what is going on, when the guy turns around and proceeds to make his way outside of the rest stop going back the way he came. At this point in time, his side door (to his tools) swings open and is slamming up against the side of the truck as he's skidding and lurching and trying desperately to find gears that I'm sure were hiding the best they could for fear of losing all feeling themselves.
I point to the box and my Dad sees it again and goes running out into the road, RASTAMAN hat on, orange soda in his right hand, waiving wildly and pointing. (ha ha ha)
The poor man, SLAMS on his breaks rolls down his window and leans out as this crazy bearded white RASTA MAN, (with orange soda) proceeds to yell at him about his tool box being open. The scared fellow, jumps out of the truck, slams the door as quickly as he can and jumps back in quicker than you can say, "YA-MON!!!" and screeches away.
It was then, after a roar of laughter that my poor father realizes why the man was so scared as we pointed to the hat on his head and his obvious, drunk-like actions.
I have to say, we laughed ALL the way to Chitna.
Here's to you Mom! I love embarrassing you! And boy is it going to be worth it when I find that dang sombrero!!!
*wink*
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