So they were doing a callin this morning on the Radio. The subject was things your parents often said to you when you were a child. Specifically, it was in tribute to father's day and they caled it Dadisms. Why don't we share a few.

I dont have a dad in my life but I did hear a 'dadism' on the radio I thought was great.

"I can't make you do what I say but I can make you wish you had."

 

mine "I will give you one good shot, better make it a good one!!!"

needless to say I didn't...and I got sucker punched in the chest and started sucking wind...I leanred my lesson the hard way..dont mess with pops

 

"Fist to fist and eye to eye
Standin' toe to toe
He would've let me walk away
But I just would not let it go
Years of my frustration
Had let me to this night
Now he'll pay for all the times that he's been right

He said, "Son it's gonna hurt me more than it hurts you"
But somehow I couldn't help but have my doubts
'Cause I'd seen my own dear brothers crawl back in the house
Each time they called the old man out "

Garth Brooks

 

Dadism #1: "I want to see a blood test."

 

numero uno most important thing to do ever!!!

 

"Here's twenty dollars, go to the store and buy me a carton of cigarettes."

"You don't know what pain is boy."

"Ahh, waking up to the sound of little feet pitter pattering across the floor is what life's all about."

"I'm proud of you."

And now that I'm older, his new advice to me is "Son, don't spend more than you can make in a 40 hour work week." And "Don't rely on overtime to get your bills paid."

 

Best from my dad:
#1
Don't through the first punch, but if they swing at you then let them have it. I didn't raise a punching bag so just turn loose on them.

#2
If your pushed into a fight keep in mind that there is no such thing as a fair fight. All my life no one has ever been able to show me a rule book for a fight! So don't worry about it. Fight to win! If your losing pick up a bigger stick or rock or whatever you can get your hands on and beat them til they stay down!

#3
School is a time for learning and having fun. Do them both well, but if you dont do the first, I personally promise to make sure that you dont do the second either.

 

My dad confused me, if he wanted me outside to do some work when it was raining, he'd say "What, are you afraid of a little rain?" If I wanted to go out and play, he'd say "What, you don't have enough sense to come in out of the rain?"

 

That would confuse me too.

 

When I was old enough to know better my dad simply told me this "If you #@$! Up, I am not going to bail your *** out." That pretty much covered the entire sex, drugs and alcohol speeches all at once. And to this day I haven't had a problem with any off them.

 

That made me think of what my Mom told me when I was a boy. You see my dad wasn't around. She told me to never back down from a fight, and don't come home till you've won.

One kid, who was much bigger and several years older, had to whip my tail so bad I couldn't get up, to keep me from fighting him more. I was a mess when I finally got home; but, the first thing she asked was, "Did you win?" I lied.

That sort of thing went on for most of my early childhood. The experience came in handy as I got older and stronger though.

 

That makes me think of another one of my dads... I am a small frame guy I have the build of a tooth pick and was even smaller in school. But was quit mouthy didn't know when ot shut up. Didn't matter how big they were I would mouth until they ran out of anything intelegent to say, then they would always swing, so the fight was on. Basically picking the fight but I could never swing first. After I had a few wins under my belt of coarse I wouldnt tell my parents about any of them I rarely had a scratch maybe a lump on the back of my head but that was ussally it. But we live in a small town and people talk alot and it would always get back to my parents some how.
One day dad pulled me aside out in the garage ans said: "Son, I hear you've been scrappin' a littel bit. ME: :Maybe a little but not to much" Dad: "what do you think the probelm is?" Me: "I don't know they just like ot pick on me." Dad: "Well you're not letting that happen so I'm proad of you, Apperently your coming out alright because I haven't seen so much as a bloody nose." Me: I'm holding my own I guess." Dad: "Well let me tell you Son thats a dangerous road that your heading down, I dont care how mean you are there is always somebody meaner right around the corner. So keep that in mind!"

Wouldnt you know it he was right! About two years later Somebody told the class bully that I had saod something about him or his mom or something. He caught me in the hall, pushed me, grabbed me by the shirt and confonted me about it. I tried to talk him down and told him I didn't say it but he wouldnt listen and kept aggressing. Finally I got aggrevated and started mouthing him like the old days to try and get him to fight. He threw the first punch and I zigged when I should have zagged it landed right square on the nose. My eyes teared up blood was running every where so I went at him. Time it was all said and done we were sitting in the princiables office. Both our faces and shirts were covered in blood until you could barely identify us anymore. Plus I had 2 front teeth laying back on my tounge I was litterly holding them in place with my tounge til I could get to a dentist. I still have trouble with those once in a while and they keep telling me they are going to have to pull them because they dont know how they are still alive. Going by the X-rays there are no roots. Just a big empty cavity where the roots use to be. I got busted teeth and some lumps. He had a broken nose and I'm sure I bruised his kidneys. So I think we were both sore for a while afterwards. BUt from tehn on if he was picking on someone and I caught it all I had to do was look at him and shake my head no, and he would let them go threatening them he would get them later. I would just tell them to let me know if he does. He'd glare at me I'd smile and go on.

But dang it I hate it when Pops is right! Especially then! LOL

 

Here are a couple I heard before that I'm going to tell my children:

Don't give respect to anyone who dosen't respect you.

Whatever you do in life, do it to the best of your abilities. Having pride in your work.

Many others come to mind but don't have time to post them all.

 

My Dad told me the same thing about not swinging first PSS. I sorta had a mouth like you in HS, but I rarely mouthed off to anyone who didn't deserve it. I almost got in a fight everyday. It was nothing unusual. Most of the time it was just out of fun. But one time, us boys were setting at the lunch table eating, and I was already pissed off about something. And another boy went by our table and said, "So what are we having for lunch today boys?" So I jokingly said "FOOD!" He didn't like that, so he confronted me. He started mouthing off at me and sticking his finger in my face. I was eating a nutty buddy ice cream cone, so I just rared back and splattered him in the face with it. I don't know why I did it, I just snapped I guess. Next thing I know I'm in a head lock because I was still sitting down in my chair. He twisted my head around a little and then let go. Big mistake. I jumped up out of my chair and picked this boy up off the ground all in one motion. Don't ask me how I did it, it kinda scares me to think I can do that to a person. We were about the same size, except I've always been broad shouldered and always have had big arms. Anyway, I pushed him across a lunch table, then we both fell off the other side onto the ground. I wailed on him for about ten seconds. Then I saw a teacher coming, so I picked this boy up and threw him into a teacher's arms. And I just started walking to the principals office. The teachers usually escort you by the ear or arm to the principals office. But not me, I think they were afraid to get near me. When I got home, my Dad said "I heard you got in a fight?" I said yeah, he said "Did you win?"

Good ole' Dad.