Odd habits of our parents, let's compare.

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My Dad was an inveterate crop duster. You walked closely behind him in the house at your own peril. I have married a dutch oven maker.

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Anonymous wrote:My parents name absolutely everything - the Christmas tree, their cars, appliances, etc. I let the door of the dishwasher fall open on Christmas and was told not to be rough with Dominic.

You know that this means they also have names for their private parts. Sorry, but you had to know that if you name your dishwasher, you're going to name your peen.

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Anonymous wrote:My mother had this way of making rice. She boiled the rice in large amounts of water and let it cook w/o a cover. She then tested for doneness and then drained it in a colander. I used to think that was what a colander was for.

That's what my mom used to do! I remember her instructing me how to do this. It was a revelation when I read somewhere that you use a 2-to-1 ratio, i.e. twice as much water as rice. I guess mom never had a problem with sticky rice globs, however if you don't stir too much you don't get sticky rice globs anyway.

I've heard that if your pasta sticks to the wall it's actually over-cooked. But yeah, the kids love watching you throw a strand or two!

[Anonymous]

My mom stores almost all food in the freezer, including fresh produce like tomatoes! She also dunks her toast in her coffee.

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Anonymous wrote:My dad wears jeans, black dress socks and a flannel shirt to the gym. He says he doesn't understand why you need special clothes to work out.

Both my parents talk about going to "Panera's Bread" and "Best Buys." I used to correct them but I've given up.

My DH goes to "Subways". Oy!

Well, my mom doesn't do "the Google." This is what she terms the internet and email. "That's what your father is for" (according to her).

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Anonymous wrote:My parents name absolutely everything - the Christmas tree, their cars, appliances, etc. I let the door of the dishwasher fall open on Christmas and was told not to be rough with Dominic.

Love. This.

[Anonymous]

My father is so "frugal" that when his car got stuck in reverse in his driveway, he drove it all the way to the gas station mechanic, backwards. It's a 12 minute drive under normal circumstances.

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I love this post

[Anonymous]

Not really a habit, but... My mother wouldn't let us have a dog when we were kids, because she never got over her childhood dog. So we got a cat. The cat died over 20 years ago, but she can't get another one (despite frequently mentioning how nice it would be) because she can't replace Fluffy!

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Anonymous wrote:My father is so "frugal" that when his car got stuck in reverse in his driveway, he drove it all the way to the gas station mechanic, backwards. It's a 12 minute drive under normal circumstances.

OMG, My father would have done this too, then he would be surprised when the police pull him over! His car once broke down on the beltway, he started to walk what would have been 8 or 10 miles. When the police picked him up, they did not believe that he was really going home since it made no sense that someone would walk that distance. My mother had to come in a straighten things out.

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Anonymous wrote:Not really a habit, but... My mother wouldn't let us have a dog when we were kids, because she never got over her childhood dog. So we got a cat. The cat died over 20 years ago, but she can't get another one (despite frequently mentioning how nice it would be) because she can't replace Fluffy!

Same here. Only it's my father. We were always told dogs would rip up the yard, but it's really because one day he came home from school and was told Bubbles went to live on a farm.

[Anonymous]

My parents always told me that we couldn't turn the interior car light on while we were driving at night because the cops would think we were doing drugs in the car.

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Anonymous wrote:My mom tests the pasta by throwing a piece against the wall, if it sticks to the wall its not done, or maybe the other way around.

What a flash of good memories this brought me. My great-grandma also did the pasta test, then left the pieces on the wall for the great-grandkids to decorate with marker when we visited. It was so cool!

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Anonymous wrote:My mother pops everyones zits.

yuck!!! My mom loved to peel everyones sunburn skin!! WTF!!!

Ew and ew!

[Anonymous]

My dad is a TALKER. He tells stories to anyone and everyone who will listen. The funniest part about it is when he's talking, he will pause every few sentences, sort of turn his head to the right, take a breath, and then keep going. My husband says it is like watching a typewriter go to the end and "ding" before getting reset.