Bandit is a pretty dog. He barks when he thinks he has to--at the mailman, for example! But his personality is a little like mine. He is mild-mannered and easy-going. Unlike me, he has an OCD regarding his toys.This post has nothing to do with Bandit! =)
I mentioned last week that we played a game-show game at home when I was growing up. It was called "Find the Whatchmacallit". I wish it included searching for a candy bar, but it didn't. It was a quest to find the right tool.
My dad could fix just about anything and his sons took turns helping him. At some point in the repair, he would turn to us and say, "Go get me the whatchamacallit." He could not remember the name of the tool he wanted! There were no official rules, but I learned through trial and error that I could ask for two clues before being dispatched to the basement. There I would scan his workbench for likely candidates. If it was a plumbing repair, perhaps he needed a pipe wrench or thread tape. Were they on the bench or did he have them already? Was he making an electrical repair? He would need wire snips and electrical tape for that. Auto repairs were more tricky. Could he possibly need a nail punch?
There was no way you could lose this game. If you brought back the wrong tool, the look on his face was priceless. By then either he had remembered the name of what he needed or come to grips with the fact that he was going to have to go get it himself. But when you brought back the right tool, you could do a little victory dance. I got it right almost 70% of the time. That made me my father's favorite assistant. One of my brothers rarely came back at all and the other one always brought back a Bowie knife, regardless of the work being done. Looking back, I think he did that on purpose so dad wouldn't ask him again. Why wasn't I smart enough to think of that??? LOL! But that's okay, I learned a lot helping with the repairs.
When I was 18 I gave my dad a multi-pack of whatchamacallit candy bars (plus cash) with a note that said, "I found the whatchamacallit". And I laughed! It was just good fun, but must have produced some bad karma. Now my mind goes blank at times--like when I'm trying to say a name I know as well as my own. I remember everything about the person, but can't spit the name out. I try to pass it off as one of my quirks, but it really annoys me. Now I know how my dad felt!!!
Did your family have any similar games???
Hahaha! It's karma Rick or you really are meant to be the one who'll follow in your dad's footsteps including all his quirks and idiosyncrasies. :-)
ReplyDeleteBTW, Bandit is so adorable.
Have a great day my friend! xoxo
Bandit is a pretty dog :P
ReplyDeleteheheh.. i experienced playing watchamacallit in one of our kids camp but i was not one of the kid that time..hehe i was one of the staff in that said camp! well,that was fun!
ReplyDeleteohh that dog looks so pretty:)
pretty dog Rick!
ReplyDeletehahah... thats not a karma...its a sign that you are now like your father! hahhaha... if you got my point! hehe
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haha! yes. but in malay language :p and then my dad would be so frustrated that he had to get up and get it himself.
ReplyDeletebandit is pretty :D
Hahahaha, that's so funny! I think we all inherit a little something from our parents! :) Like I inherited my mom's paranoia for cleanliness....but it comes and goes..hahah
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my mom is the exact same way!! she would go through the names of each and every single one of her kids (theres 4 of us :P) before she gets to the one she's trying to get a hold of lol
ReplyDeleteHahahahaha... that's pretty funny Rick. Yeah... pretty dang funny. I actually used to eat those candy bars all the time. Don't see them around much anymore. My favorite is 5th Avenue. That peanut buttery crunch... mmm...
ReplyDeletep.s. I can totally picture you walking by the mirror telling yourself you still got it. Classic. Does your wife support you in this matter? ;)
ReplyDeletei need to start playing that game because i'm always saying that or "what's his face...you know..." and really no one does.
ReplyDeletemy family didn't have a game per say but we did have a song that my mom would sing in spanish. when translated it would say, "oh mayra, she smells like ass!" and then follow it with, "and mommy, she smells like flowers." we loved it! it cracked us up...so much so that each of us kids would say, "me next! me next!"
weird? why yes were are.
I expected a post about Bandit when I saw his pretty foto!! He is such a cutie! do you have some interesting stories to tell about him?? ^0^
ReplyDeleteWhat a cool game you played! I was never allowed to even lay a hand on my father's tool box, I guess he was afraid that I would break something with the tools inside, hahaha!
I agree completely! She's a major b%^#* and I'm mad at Jon for being such a moron and not just letting her go the right way...I saw one of the gals from the View the other morning wearing a "Team Kate" jeweled T-Shirt and I was not impressed at all...Ugh!!!! They are definitely two of the most annoying people EVER!
ReplyDeleteThanks for visiting and following my blog. I'll be following yours now too :-)
Bandit is indeed gorgeous!
ReplyDeleteI have the tendency to do this when I'm telling stories to my friends. I am telling one story and then go on recounting a completely different story! We just end up laughing when we notice :D
RYC:
ReplyDeleteRaymond's problem was that he believed that if he broke up with me, I'd be so upset that I'd drop everything and move back to SoCal to be with him (totally something I'd never do) & so selfish of him to expect that from me in the first place.
Oh and the *itch, she knew exactly what she was doing. I pretty much assumed she did that because she's too insecure with herself and it made her feel better to bash me. AND then later I found out, that it was because she felt threatened by me due to her being jealous (for whatever reasons). Just really stupid on her part.
But wanna know the really sad part?
I almost feel sorry for her.
&& Rick, thank you for all of your kind comments. Seriously they mean so much to me and you ALWAYS know how to make me laugh and put a smile on my face. *hugs* to you for making me feel better :) LOL
Thank you hun <3
I don't think it's anything to do with karma. You were just having fun like any 18 year olds, no bad intention. Take it from me, it's just old age catching up ... it happens to all of us soon or later. Just need to exercise our brains more. :)
ReplyDeletewhat type of dog is Bandit? he's cute.
ReplyDeleteseriously its such a cool game you play with your dad... there is no way my dad would ask me to grab tools bcos he like to do it by himself.
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ReplyDeleteIt's good that you are on Twitter, it's way easier to update because I can tweet from my phone. I hope all is well with you Rick. Are you well now? If I remember it right, the last time, you were sick. Have a great week ahead!
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LOLz that's such a cute game :D :D well, my dad never had a game like that but I remembered my dad often asked us at night before we went to sleep (all of the kids used to sleep together with my mum n dad) who would like to get him a water to drink. we usually jumped up n down and my dad would pick one of us...lolz..it was just like that but I will never forget it :)
ReplyDeletebtw thanks for the award!! sorry im such a slow blogger nowadays -.-"" no excuse...sorry..
I can't recall if we had any games we were akin to. I do remember always getting into mischief with my sister, then my bro always taking the fall for it. Yes, it's nice to be the baby in the family sometimes!
ReplyDeletewhenever i couldn't find something, i always turn to my mom because she's the lady of the house and boy, she knows where everything is! our conversation almost always goes like this;
ReplyDeleteme: mom, i can't find my shoes.
mom: which shoes?
me: my chuck taylor's. the gray one.
mom: oh, i know where it is.
me: where?
mom: it's right there.
me: where?
mom: right there.
me: there where?
mom: it's right there!
me: where is the exact location, mom?
mom: i made pumpkin pie, want some?
me: yes!
and then i forgot all about my shoes. when i finally remember it again, we'd go through the same conversation all over again! i ended up searching all over the house. haha.
your brother who never came back at all, where did he go? haha. i'm betting he found a whatchamacallit he'd like to keep for himself!
:D
oh, and i'm looking forward to meeting mikey!
ReplyDeletethat's really cute!! i'm thinking hard but I don't remember having games like that. but at least i can read about yours haha
ReplyDeleteHahaha I like how you gave your dad a box of whatchamacallit's ! I actually didn't know they had candy bars by that name !
ReplyDeleteAt first I thought your story was going to be about how Bandit would find the whatchamacallit's before you and your brothers could..that would've been cool ! haha
Did your dad at least tell you the right name of the whatchamacallit once you brought the right one to him?