Tuesday, June 1, 2010

Embarrass Your Dad for Free Cookies

Summer has unofficially started, the fireflies have started to appear, and I have the beginnings of a tan. In other words, I'm in the mood to celebrate. Let's have a giveaway, shall we? Mrs. Fields Gifts wants to giveaway a Father's Day gift to you. I tried to convince them to give it to me, but they insisted that it go to you. Oh well. I tried.


This gift is called Dad's Trio Tray. Three boxes, chock full of bakery fresh goodies, spell out DAD. Or, if you're a smart aleck (like everyone in my family), you might spell out ADD or DDA. It's really up to you.

How do you enter to win? Leave a comment. Tell me something silly about your dad. 

For example, if I were entering this giveaway, I would tell the story about how my dad, a good religious man, recently left a message on my sister-in-law's voicemail that began as a congratulations on her and my brother's anniversary. He was driving and talking and somehow got a little distracted and his well-wishing started transforming into one of his daily prayers, and he began to close his thoughts in the Lord's name, amen. On his daughter-in-law's voicemail. He caught himself as the words rolled off his tongue and than abruptly, awkwardly ended the call. It was hilarious and priceless and made me love my dad that much more.

Too bad I can't enter the giveaway, because I love that story. It deserves to win something.

You can also enter another Father's Day giveaway going on at Mrs. Fields Secrets blog.

Comments will be accepted until midnight, June 13. A winner will be chosen randomly.

25 comments:

DeAnn said...

When we were kids and if my mom served as our vegetable peas and carrots my dad would ALWAYS say "now kids, remember to eat every carrot and pea on your plate." Wah ha ha ha -- he told us to pee on our plate! Then my mom would fake disgust (maybe she didn't fake it)

Kari said...

My dad would always make breakfast on Sunday mornings and include one "secret ingredient" that we would try to guess. Dad would take the child who guessed the secret ingredient out for a caramel shake. One Sunday Dad accidentally scooped out of the bag of bulk laundry detergent instead of the bulk flour bag to make his famous Golden Rod Eggs. Nobody had trouble guessing the "secret ingredient" that morning.

Brittany said...

After a long day at work, I was exhausted and plopped myself flat on the couch. My dad asked me to get up and help with the laundry; I explained how tired I was and told him I just needed a few minutes before doing chores. I didn't know this, but he had just taken the load out of the dryer- the load that was all my unmentionables- bras, undies, etc....

After my request for chill-time, my dad didn't say a word. He walked straight to the front door, walked to the edge of the porch, and THREW my undies out into the yard!?!?!?!? In the flowers, in the grass, in the dirt, in the weeds... even out on the sidewalk. Oh. My. Gosh. He shut the door, walked into his room and shut the door.

My dad is a super laid-back kind of guy, and it usually takes alot to get him upset... I guess that day he'd already had enough and I certainly got mine- out in the front yard picking the thorns out of my bra cups.

Kami said...

I sure hope that message is saved!

My Dad started the "too much fun rule" as a kid I hated it, but now as an adult, I give it too myself quite often. ;)

Christy said...

That story about your dad - hilarious!

My Dad jumps at everything, he is so easy to scare. My brothers like to sneak up behind him at work while he's running a press & drop a heavy carton of paper just to see what happens. He never disappoints.

One of these days he's gonna have a heart attack.

Leca said...

On Christmas morning my Dad would get up early and blast Manheim Steamroller Christmas super loud on his stereo to call all of us down to open presents. When we visit he still does it. It's his signature holiday move. Man I love that guy.

PS- I hope you saved that voice mail for years of entertainment to come.

Soul-Fusion said...

Wow, where do I begin with the silliness that is my dad? One of my favorite things - actually least favorite except in retrospect- is his quirky morning chattiness. If I call him in the evening I can barely get two words out of him but first thing in the morning and it is a struggle to get him off the phone. When I was in college living at home for the summer I had a job that started at 10 am. Since my mom was already off at work and my other siblings were usually still sleeping or hiding from my dad, he would follow me around chattering as I rushed to get out of the house and off to work. He would even follow me out to my car, roll down the window as I climbed in and keep talking as I backed out of the driveway trying to get away from him. Annoying at the time but makes me miss him now.

Anneliese said...

my dad is a pretty reserved guy. it has always been hilarious to me how he will call small children---on up to high schoolers by saying 'miss smith' or 'mr. smith' he would probably even refer to a toddler in that fashion. kids like it, i know the truth, he has no idea what their name is!

katie said...

The year he bought my mom a new nightgown for Christmas, took her old one outside, attached it to a stick of some sort, lit the ratty old night gown on fire and held it up for all to see.

But you know my dad....he mails charred hot dogs to you at college if you forget to get it off the grill while you're home for the weekend.

I'm sure I could go on and on. He's one of a kind!

Andria said...

My dad, when asking if we could do something for him, always says "couldya" as in one word. We've all started saying it the same way.

Kate said...

Oh jeez. My dad is pretty much the silliest person I know. This will be hard to think of one.....
He used to get down on all fours and chase us around the house like a gorilla, while grunting and thumping his chest. We would squeal and climb the furniture to get away. He would eventually catch and tickle us.

Annie said...

i like the one about the time my dad called some young couple in the ward pretending to be the executive secretary for the stake president. he told them the stake pres wanted to see them for leaving stake conference early. we still get a good laugh out of that one.

i think its funny that he sends winning lottery ticket checks to random people. nothing like opening your mailbox to find an envelope from the idaho lottery!

Katie H said...

My dad is a prankster. One time, when I was in college, I called home, only to have this gruff man answer, "Joe's Bar, whaddya want?!" I was so flabbergasted, I murmured an apology & hung up. When I called back, he was laughing so hard, he could hardly speak. Stinker!

Really Wild West Mama said...

JIM, Rhonda's husband and--Katie, Annie, and Liz's dad takes the CAKE!

However, Rhonda and my dad takes a close 2nd!!! We sometimes got giggling when he was on the phone with business clients, and he'd cover the headset and WARN... "Your laughs are gonna turn to tears!"

He was ABSOLUTELY right! Those "hairbrush spankins" had a way of getting our attention!!!!

ern said...

I bet a few people who work with my dad in the LDS church office building would be surprised to know that when he was in high school he played Luther Billis in their production of South Pacific--coconut bra and everything! Although, I guess they couldn't be TOO surprised since he likes to specialize in things like playing the nose harp. Dad's are the best.

katie said...

for a rather serious guy, my dad is actually pretty funny/silly. he tells great stories. i loved hearing about when he was a kid. he and his brothers would pull the legs off daddy long-leg spiders, jump off the roof onto the mattresses from their beds, and build tumbleweed barricades in the cemetery across from their house. he even made stories like when he got beat up on his paper route turn hysterical.
and since this is for some cookies, my dad and i share a sweet tooth. it's not too uncommon for my dad to pull the leftover birthday cake from the freezer and eat it straight from the 9x13 pan with his fork.

Barb said...

Okay I hope Dad-in-law's count because Ryan always tells me stories about Jim and seeing how you know him, it might me more interesting for you.
Just before (my)Ryan went on his mission Jim had the idea to go down to the Las Vegas temple before Ryan went into the MTC. While at the hotel Jim gets ready to go to the temple and goes down to the "lobby" to wait for Ryan and Rhonda to finish getting ready. Ryan comes down and finds his Dad playing the slot machines. Jim makes them wait for him to finish playing...he hits the Jack pot! Then says "Okay we can go to the temple now".
You might not think it's funny but I did and Ryan loves to tell that story about his Dad.

Donna said...

Oh my, where do I start? No, where do I end? I'll just share my all-time favorite story, from Mother's Day about 8 years ago. My entire family (and everyone's spouses) sat at the table ready to pray and dig in, when my dad announces he has written a special Mother's Day poem. Now, my dad is one of the cheesiest people I know, but no one was prepared for the first line: "Seven times you opened your womb." To this day, no one remembers what came next because we were laughing SO hard. I still get the giggles every time I think about it.

Lizzy said...

My dad is a formal guy and one night after him shaking hands with all my girlfriends and asking them how their "attitude" was I told him that he needed to be less formal or my friends were never going to want to come over again. I guess he got the picture because the next weekend when one of my best friends came over he gave her a side hug and a kiss on the cheek. I was mortified! He was just trying to lighten up but it scared my girlfriend to death!

Poor Dad. He was just trying to follow my directions but caused another embarrassing moment for his high school daughter. I laugh every time I think about this!

MiaKatia said...

In college I brought a friend, of the boy variety, home with me for spring break. My dad took us all out to dinner at his favorite Mexican restaurant to commemorate the visit. Half way through dinner he turned to my friend and asked him to marry me! I about died from embarrassment because we weren't even dating, but my dad is never afraid to say what is on his mind. I guess it worked too, because we've been married almost 8 years now. I guess father does know best :)

Ginnie said...

The story about your dad is simply priceless. Good thing it is now documented for your posterity.

So, embarrassing stories about my dad...

How about the time he confused Banaca breath drops for eye drops. I learned three things from that story. Always keep your visine and banaca in seperate pockets. It's probably a good idea to read the labels especially when that item is being placed into an orifice of your body and wash, rinse, and repeat.

Or

How about the time we were driving home from a family trip to Lake Powell and my Dad, in an act of desperation, used my Mom's red lipstick as a substitute for chapstick. It was a harmless decision and a quick fix for burning dry lips... that was until he got pulled over by a cop. Not only did he have to explain why he was speeding, but he also had to explain why he had chosen to wear crimson red lipstick when clearly a rusty red would have complimented his skin tones better.

Or

How about the fact that my Dad believes that if you take one favorite food item and combine it with another favorite food item it will elevate your eating experience. For example, Oreo's & Cheese Whiz both tasty on their own, but combine the two together and it takes your snack time to whole new level... right about the level that makes me want to vomit, but he seems to enjoy it.

Bless my dad's Banaca dropping, lipstick wearing, Oreo & cheese whiz eating heart. And bless it that I win this giveaway. And I say these things very humbly and completely not sacrilegious...

Amen

Rachael said...

Let's see...well, we have a grand total of three pictures of my dad with out his tongue out: one from my parents' wedding, one from my sister's wedding, and one from my college graduation. He's an expert at awful jokes. He has no qualms about pulling over on the freeway, with the whole family in the van, to take a picture of a wildflower, but heaven help us if we needed to do something so terrible as eat or use the bathroom on a roadtrip, because that would throw off his schedule. On Christmas morning, Daddy, who is awake by 5am every day other day of the year, says he is going to sleep in till noon, and we can't open presents until he's up. The rule is we can wake him up at 8, or whenever we hear him giggling, whichever comes first (usually he gives himself away!)

alishka babushka said...

I love when my dad gets into his "leadership" mode. He always is full of cool information and funny stories. love it.

Anonymous said...

My husband and I went to dinner with my very should I say "straight and narrow" parents. When waitress asked us for drinks, I politely said "water". I was DYING for a Diet Coke with a lime, and knew mom wouldn't approve. My dad said a lemonade, mom the same, and my husband, just for fun said I'll take a COKE! Under the table I squeezed his leg in horror.
Then came the time to order the food. When my dad placed his order of Fish and Chips, a gasp came from my mom who quickly informed him "John, those are BEER batter fish and chips!" Oh my goodness it was tense... My dad turned to my mom and said "Lois if I go to hell for having beer batter fish and chips, I sure hope there is a lot of cod there!
Needless to say, it was an awkward evening after that. Not only due to the BEER, but also the use of the word HELL. A word my mom refers to as "The other place".

heidi b.

Anonymous said...

I don't even know where to start. My dad was a career Army man and expected to be obeyed with out question. Unfortunately, all he got was questions and hesitations from his off spring. We made his life a very pleasant hell.

One night at dinner our dog was scratching incessantly at the garage door, dad turned to my brother and said, "OPEN THE DOG AND LET THE DOOR IN!"

Then there was the day we polished the car to a shine. We were driving down the road (pre ac days) and dad turned his head to spit out the window, splatter, enough said.

My little brother always drank his milk first, real fast and always asked for more, (we were poor), this really irritated dad. One night at dinner he picked up the empty glass of milk and yelled at little brother, "I told you to slow down and not finish your milk all at once, then slammed the glass on the table. Little brother then picked up HIS full glass and said, "that one is yours! This one is mine." Talk about eat crow!

I adored my dad, and miss him and his words of wisdom every day of my life.

Thanks Tiffany for letting me tell you my stories, Robin

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