Daddy's ALWAYS right, right? #3

You may want to read Daddy's ALWAYS right, right? #1 and Daddy's ALWAYS right, right? #2 before you read this one to help you understand the series.

Your choice. No pressure.

My father celebrated his birthday on Friday and I called him on Wednesday to ask him if he was doing anything so that I could come and spend time with him. He lives on Staten Island and I live in Brooklyn. In order to get to my dads house, I have to cross the Verazzano bridge. There is a $12 toll on this bridge!!! This keeps me from traveling to Staten Island often.

My father knows that Coco Puff and I have been really tight with spending money because we are paying for our wedding, we have student loans along with our normal bills, and we are saving for a home. All of this makes me not drive much to save gas and also paying $12 tolls is out of the question.

Like I said I called him on Wednesday to see what plans were made for Friday.

Hey daddy! What you got going on over there for your big day?

Hey...Well nothing much, I'm just gonna invite a few of the guys over to sit with me

(That means they are gonna get their drink on, my pops is old school. Pinky ring with top hat and brandy in a short glass)

Well I wanted to come and spend some time with you, but you know that toll is a killer. And Coco Puff and I are coming down there on Saturday too, for Angel's BBQ. So I was wondering if you could meet me right off the bridge?

(My dad has a business EZPass which allows him to cross bridges and tunnels and bypass tolls. His business pays the bill. All he would have to do is drive 6 minutes from his house to pick me up across the bridge.)

Meet you across... well I wont be having.... uhhhh, what time were you thinking?

(Why is this man studdering?? I'm asking him to help me out so I can come spend time with him on his birthday and he's acting like I asked him to cosign on a loan.)

Maybe 4 or 5, you can let me know which is best for you.

Alright, we will see.

Now let me tell you that my father is the type to get upset that you didn't come see him and hold it against you in the future. When he brings this up, because he will, I'll make sure to remind him of how he was studdering when I asked him to come and get me!

Daddy's ALWAYS right, right? #2

*I'm gonna beat him at his own game* I thought to myself as I put my eggs on the stove Tuesday morning. I made sure to boil 5 eggs 3 for me and 2 for him.

He happily took his eggs and ate them. I had all 3 of mine along with some oatmeal and raisins.

My father, being the wonderful dad that he is, drove me an hour from Staten Island to Bayside, Queens for my 1st of two interviews on Tuesday.

When we arrive at the place we sit in the car chatting for a bit because I was a little early.

"Why am I soo tired?" my father asks himself. "How many eggs did you give me?" he asks me.

*Did you not eat them? Shouldn't you know?*

"Two"

"You got me feeling all heavy this morning--I don't usually eat breakfast--I feel tired." He says.

*Is this man nutz? I got him feeling heavy? Did I force them eggs down his throat??*

You can't win!

Daddy's ALWAYS right, right? #1

Now that I'm home living under my father's roof, I've begun to notice how insane he can be.
Let me stop lieing... I've ALWAYS known my father is crazy!

This man loves me to death--I am his Princess eventhough I'm not the baby or babygirl--but this man has issues.

My great father has inspired me to create a series of blog entries, they will all be titled "Daddy's ALWAYS right, right?" followed by the number of the post e.g. (Daddy's ALWAYS right, right? #2, Daddy's ALWAYS right, right? #3 and so on)

In these blog entries I will in no way disrespect my father, because I have the upmost respect for him, he is my father, he has provided for me and supported me all my life, but the man has issues and I need an outlet to express myself when he's getting the best of me, which seems like 3-7 times a day.

Some of the posts will be humerous to you at times other times it won't be. He's not always funny, he can be really mean. So each post will be based on actual events.

I will label each of the "Daddy's ALWAYS right, right?" blog posts with the label "My daddy" so if you miss a few (because there will be many) you can click on the label on any of them and all of them will come up.

I hope you enjoy the series

Daddy's ALWAYS right, right? # 1

On the morning of Christmas eve I woke up to get ready for church. I knew I had to drive 30 minutes or so to meet up with Coco Puff so I woke up early. I always eat breakfast in the morning because my whole body feels like it's been deprived of it's nutrients when I don't.

I put 3 eggs on the stove to boil while I showered. When I got out the shower I took the eggs off the stove, cracked them, and placed them in a plate to get dressed.

When I return to the kitchen ready to grab my eggs and get on the road, I notice that there are only 2 eggs on my plate.

*Didn't I make 3 eggs?*

"Who ate my egg?" I ask, as there were many culprits being that 6 people live in my house.

My father walks up to me and says "You woke up this morning and didn't make any breaksfast for me" as he grabs egg number 2 off my plate and stuffs it in his mouth.

"DADDY!!!!"