when she was three years old on her daddy's knee, he said you can be anything you wanna be

daddy/daughter day(s)

I decided to spend the weekend out at our farmhouse since my parents were busy all weekend. I was looking forward to some awesome “me time” with no one around. Mom got sick. Dad took it upon himself to come out here with me because he knew that I’d be so lonely. Right.

Saturday morning he cooked me biscuits and I cooked some bacon. He then laid on the couch and took a two hour nap. I went to work on some decorating projects and straightened up the house a little bit. Then he woke up.

My dad has this thing where he LOVES to bother me. It’s honestly his favorite thing to do. It honestly makes me want to strangle him. It begins at around seven in the morning when he feels the need to wake me up and ends around nine at night when he decides he can’t stay up any later.

Saturday I was lucky and it didn’t start until around three in the afternoon since he slept all morning. “Go pick Ally some apples. Don’t you love your sister? She needs five gallons.”

Ally, why the heck do you need five gallons of apples? Dad says its so you can freeze them. I think you can freeze one gallon just fine.

I told him no. We sat around and worked on a crossword puzzle for about two hours. We only knew about half of the clues.

We ended up picking apples and it ended up being a blast. We stood in the truck bed since I’m scared of ladders and refused to climb the tree. Dad got smart. He grabbed our sorting pole and would knock an apple off that we couldn’t reach. Then I had to run and catch them before they hit the ground. Don’t worry Ally; none of your apples have bruises.

THEN it got exciting. Dad found a perfect apple. It was way too high for us to reach and even too high for his stick to reach. He got the bright idea to throw the pole like a spear. After about ten attempts and almost killing me with his spear pole, we finally gave up. I called it “Spartan Picking” until the pole stuck straight out of the ground right in between my feet. Somehow, it was less funny after that.

Pretty yummy right?

We cooked a pork loin for dinner. Dad decided he HAD to have brownies to go with his coffee. I made brownies and got the bright idea to add chocolate chips. Turns out, we didn’t have chocolate chips. We did, however, have Hershey’s kisses. Bright me grabs Mom’s new Cutco knife and starts dicing kisses. Instead I accidentally diced my finger. That was fun.

We finally got the bleeding to stop and wrapped it up nice. We cooked the brownies WITHOUT Hershey’s kisses and watched a John Wayne. That’s pretty much all we do.

Dad went to bed at 9:02.

I managed to lay in the bed with him bugging me and pouring water on me until around eleven Sunday morning. This is about what this looked like:

I know, I know. I look about twelve with no make up on.

I got up, grabbed a biscuit and laid down on the couch. What did we do? Watch John Wayne movies. I’m telling you—that’s ALL we do--watch John Wayne and eat biscuits.

We decided we should probably see if there’s anything to eat here for supper. There was chicken chili in the deep freeze. At this point it’s three in the afternoon. I just stuck the whole frozen block in a pan with a little water. My future husband has no chance.

I did clean though. I cleaned a good bit. Maybe my future husband does have a chance. Good weekend, overall. Can’t complain at all. Gotta love my daddy :)