Went to the dentist today, and just like everytime my dad took us as kids, I stopped and got White Castles.

Everytime we went to the dentist my dad treated us by going to white castles on the way home. We're Polish. Anyway, its now just a habit that I get white castles after a dentist trip.

Please, share, discuss.

Strange. I never thought you would be Polish.

half.

Damn I always thought Bean was a Black guy.

He's half black, half Polish. His real name is Malcolm Kowalski.

"habitulated", don't you know...

I've inherited my mother's absent-mindedness and my father's short temper. Nature versus nurture, I don't know, either way blows.

on the first day of every month I have to say Rabbit Rabbit Rabbit. i guess my gramma told my mom and her brothers and sisters that it was good luck for the month if you do it.

if you say that in front of a mirror, he appears...

when I get coffee in a restaurant that has those little sugar packets, I shake 'em before ripping them open, (just like dear old dad). I only realized it after my daughter asked if she could put the sugar in my coffee for me & she did it just like my dad & I.

another thing I got from my dad, neither one of us can sit and talk on the phone always pacing. Now my daughter does that too.

passing the torch

i don't know what i've gotten necessarily, but i noticed that my older sister has some of my mom's mannerisms especially when they're drunk...it's weird...and kinda creepy.

When we have good friends over for dinner, I often drink too much wine and start talking in that Peter Sellers "Chief Inspector Clouseau" accent. That and many, many other things I get from my dad. From mom, I get the built-in spell check.

I thought that also.

My parents every week would take us to McDonald's and a toy store after church. I miss being a little kid. I don't got to church anymore, but instead go shopping every Sunday for things I want.

Does alcoholism count?

I inherited my xenophobia and paranoia from my mother and my alcoholism and gluttony from my father.

And I thought Bean was a Mexican!

Yes!

Whenever someone burps, I repeat my mother's witty reply- "Bring that up again and we'll vote on it." Thing is- no one ever thinks it's funny.

Like my dad, I have to be doing SOMETHING every minute. Be it reading, listening to something, watching something, conversing with others (including you buttmunches), etc. Sitting idly around the house = hell in my world.

Crease, I and my sisters are EXACTLY the same way. In this case though, from our mom. Extreme multi-tasking. When I am watching TV at home, I am always at least picking at a guitar. I have put the TV on split-screen, played a videogame on one side, watched tv w/ subtitles on the other side, and listed to a cd all at the same time while smoking. I am so insane.

i always heard this as just being relevant in april. you might be doing it 11 times too often.

I recently started to watch Matlock and shoot squirrels.

Got the DIY gene, love of improvisational cooking, and the habit of using stupid terms of endearment from my dad. I notice I sound like my mom when I chuckle a certain way.

My father saved everything. My mother's family are all complainers and hot heads. Collectively I carry a torch of being broke for the most part and suffer my own o/c like tendencies.

from my old man: getting on a high horse and arguing a topic just for the sake of argument.

From my dad, a nervous habit, where I fold my hands together and twitch my thumbs and open my eyelids more then usual (I tend to do this during job interviews, and other situations similar).

From my mom, putting ketchup on my steak, comes to my mind first.

you don't deserve to eat steak

my gf puts ketchup on italian beef, possibly the most disgusting thing I've ever seen

Yea, I used to do this as a kid more then I do it now. I know not to do it in mix company.

When I eat with my hands I run my fingers back & forth across my thumbs really quickly (think of the universal hand gesture for money but super fast) to knock crumbs off my fingers...I remember watching my old man do that when I was younger & thinking it was neat. I also walk on my toes, rarely touching my heels to the floor...another pops quirk.

From my father - the ability to retain a library of a million jokes in my head. Seriously, either one of us can recall a joke we heard at age 10. We also have insane olfactory senses. My pops once once smelled a pile of burning leaves in someone's backyard from a distance of about 3/4 of a mile... and the windows in the truck were rolled up. Sure enough, a minute or so after he says he smelled smoke, we drove by this tiny ass fire.
From my mother - worrying about some stupid bit of minutia that is completely not worth caring about.

From
Mom: talk with my hands, eye for aesthetics, ritualistic saturday morning cleaning of house, cooing "aww" sound, good waistline
Dad: obsession with saving money, minimalism, ability to detach myself from emotion when necessary, nice hair

I find it absolutely hilarious that you felt that particular sentence needed to be included at that particular point in the story. Is White Castles after the dentist a common Polish practice?

You'd have to be Polish to think of White Castle as a "treat"

Does ADD count?

Shrugging with my hands, pointing with my head, eating fish on Christmas Eve.


Yeah, I'll usually read & watch TV at the same time, or switch between TV & the Internet.

never knew my father very well, i can only assume i inherited his wit and charm.

from my mother, i received the very notion that every thing i say is correct and will fight to the death until you concede. this makes conversations with my mother very, very difficult. we both know everything, of course, she is an idiot and i, obviously, am right. we are a know-it-all family.

also, she can draw anything you put in front of her, which is a skill i've seemed to pick up... only i cannot draw people for the life of me. we both have a strong love of chinese food and good music, which isn't so much gene-related but my food and musical tastes definitely stem from her.

Love of cheese, beer, music from my dad.
Love of cooking from my mom's bad cooking.
Love of books from both my parents.

my father and i have the same voice & mannerisms. so much so, that when we're dining together i routinely catch myself positioned exactly the same way and i try to avoid it.
i've also got his extreme patience.

I got my looks and my "phone voice" from my Mom and my obsessive love of music and pack rat tendencies from my father.

Hm...guess I got the love of music from both parents. There was far more music than tv in either household.

from my dad:
-this thing where when I drive, I have my right hand on the wheel, and my left arm resting on the door with my finger pressed up against my teeth
-focus, organization, discipline (I do it in the most disorganized and frantic of manners, but I have surpassed my dad in those things)
-being in my own world most of the time, zoning out, saying things that make me sound like Im on drugs because only I understand them

from my mom:
-my pretty brown hair color
-my kooky free spirit and willingness to make a fool of myself
-playing madonna really loud and dancing while cleaning

My parents are the two horniest people I've ever met. Enough said.

His right half is black and his left half is Polish.




It's a good thing you know that.

From both of them, I got a have a weird cautious nature in regards to alot of things, especially alcohol. Never really got into it as much as most college students have.
And from my dad, I really got my laid back attitude. Like him, I let alot of shit that should get to me go over my head and ignore it until it becomes too big of a problem to handle and then i pretty much blow the fuck up.

Is your dad Jason Lytle?

No, but I did for the longest time share Jason Lyttle's chinstrap beard and dyed blonde hair, so I guess we could look related 'er something.

My step dad gave me Syphillis.

From my mother: Bad eyesight, bad kidneys, extreme determination to succeed at whatever I do; absolute fearlessness in trying new things; OCD

From my father (who left when I was 9): temper, impatience, arrogance, intelligence, wit

From both: perfectionist tendencies, love of music, absolute disgust with prejudice

I'm about as stubborn and angry as my old man is, but at the same time as sensitive as my mom at times. It's wierd.

Now I understand why you won't stop crying like a little girl.