Archive for June, 2008

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It is what it is

June 25, 2008

I have noticed lately that this has become a regular saying in my life.  As i reflect on my jargon and vocabulary i realize much of what i say is really just passed on from my dad (whale.)  He started working this phrase into conversations 1 year ago today.  Actually i don’t know the exact date, but i do know it showed up around Champe’s 1 year birthday, and now i say it all the time.  I continuously repeat “whalisms” all the day long. 

 For instance i noticed the other day he always says Howdy,  I always say howdy.  He says It is what it is,  I say It is what it is.  He says do you ever get tired of being dorky,  I say no.

My father, the great man and whale that he is, like it or not has created a clone.  I could not be more honored.  As i look at champe i realize i too am creating a clone.  (Really that is all we need in this world 3 Mark presley’s running around.)  I can only wish to be the Dad my dad is.  Clone or chip off the old block either way, it is what it is.

One more… he says addebaddecaudish, I say what in the world does that mean?

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Go jump in a lake

June 17, 2008

Whale, my dad told my sister a few years ago that “i love you” just did not do it for him any more.  So he started using the words “go jump in a lake”  To some this may seem weird until you meet my dad and then it all makes sense.  Most phone calls you have with him end in a similar way.  Mark, go jump in a lake.  Don’t ask me why, but it makes you feel like he cares about you.  A man that is so joy filled really is saying a lot when he says nothingat all.  But some how Go jump in a lake always brings a smile to my heart.  I admit he is weird, but that is what I love about him.  Whale…go jump in a lake.

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Is this the trip you roll me

June 16, 2008

This phrase was uttered out of the mouth of whale this past weekend as we drove to the store.  I am not sure exactly what it means other than he was in a strange mood and wanted the world to know about it.  As a result of the mummurings of my strange father i am nervous about any trip i am planning with him.  I might end up on the side of the road with nothing but my watch and a few diet cokes.  What is the world coming to.

For years the phrase we would get on the end of a conversation was – “go jump in a lake”, now it is “is this the trip you knock me out and put me in the trunk” (by the way this was stated after the original phrase was ignored by all in the car.)  I love my Dad, but come on.  It is fathers day weekend, I would never roll you this weekend. 

Maybe next weekend, though.