Why is Dad so damn hard to buy for? A Duluth Trading Company Contest!

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June 3, 2014 by dairycarrie

It’s almost Father’s Day and that doesn’t just mean that it’s getting close to the end of asparagus season. It means it’s time to find a gift that tells your father just how much you love and admire him, you know, the perfect gift. I’m sure the 200th pair of Vise Grips and a bag of Burnt Peanuts you’ve purchased the man will say the right message right? I’m looking at you Hubs.

Of course, it’s not like Dad makes it easy. It sure would be nice if he didn’t buy everything he needed and if the things you know he would love to have, like a vintage Oliver tractor didn’t cost as much as well, a vintage Oliver tractor.

Fear not dear readers! This year I have the perfect solution! I have partnered up with Duluth Trading Company to give out two $50 gift cards for you to give your dad! I mean how could I resist working with a company from Wisconsin that not only makes work clothes for men AND women that last and are super comfortable but has a wicked sense of humor! It’s pretty much a match made in heaven!

Awkward!

Awkward!

No pressure.

No pressure.

So, how do you enter this contest? It’s simple!

I will be giving away 2 $50 gift cards. One will go to the person who shares the best story about their dad. Funny, sweet or full of admiration, tell me your story! The other gift card will go to the person who shares the best story about being a dad.

To enter you must complete the 3 steps below!

1. Share your story below in the comments. 

2. Subscribe to my blog (you’ll only get an email 1-2 times a week) the easy way to do this is to click the box in the comments that says “Notify me of new posts” or you can also enter your email into the subscription box in the sidebar. Make sure you enter your real email address because that is how I will notify the winners! If you are already a subscribe, you’re golden!

3. Be sure to click over to the Duluth Trading Company Blog to check out their funny Father’s Day Post. It has gift ideas that are far superior to Burnt Peanuts and another set of Vise Grips-  Click –> #DadAlwaysSaid to visit. 

On Sunday night, June 8th the contest will be over and all entries will be judged by these two guys. They know a great story when they read it, I promise!

Hubs and his Dad.

Hubs and his Dad.

Thanks Duluth Trading Company for providing me with the gift cards to give a away! And I look forward to sharing a few of my new favorite things ever (PANTS THAT FIT TALL GIRLS AND ARE SUPER COMFY!!!) that came from Duluth Trading Company in an upcoming post!

I look forward to reading your stories, good luck!

 

 

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26 thoughts on “Why is Dad so damn hard to buy for? A Duluth Trading Company Contest!

  1. rebecca austin says:

    Dad is hard to buy for because he: 1.Gives no hints. 2.Has no hobbies. 3.Buys everything he needs/wants for himself.

  2. Linda Clark says:

    My Dad is so hard to buy for because he has already gone out and purchased what he wants or needs leaving my siblings and I with little or nothing left that we can buy for him; at least of what he might like.

  3. Kelly says:

    Lets just say there is never a dull moment when working with my father on the farm. Last week we were putting salt and sodium bicarb in the drive through barns for the milk cows and Dad managed to slip getting out of the the skid loader and landed flat into the manure. So Dad takes off his sweat shirt and hands it to me and says “wipe the crap off my butt” begins to giggle and finishes with “this is just practice for when you really have to do it for me in twenty years!” Needless to say I no longer felt sorry for him ….

  4. My Dad, or Papa as my 5 siblings and I so fondly call him, is a soft spoken man with a hard working attitude, witty sense of humor, and bristly black mustache. He would do just about anything for his family, and this story is just one of his many selfless acts of kindness.
    In high school, my Ag teacher offered to give me two small lambs that were born in as triplets and were simply not getting enough milk from their mothers with two siblings nursing alongside them. I begged and pleaded for my parents to allow me adopt these sweet baby Hampshire lambs, and promised that I would bottle feed them and raise them all on my own (what turned out to be a time consuming commitment for an immature high school girl). After a little discussion and many promises were made, we made the trip to pick up these two sweet lambs. It’s a good thing the lambs were as cute as they were, because getting up a 3 am to venture out to the barn in blistering cold temperatures was not as fun as I had first imagined it to be. Although I had promised to mother these animals on my own, that was a promise that became increasingly harder with school and extracurriculars. After a couple of weeks of nursing the lambs, it was evident that one of them was growing fast and healthy, while the other was still week and small. Despite the promises that were made to raise the lambs all on my own, my Dad stepped in and helped. Not only did my Dad doctor and feed the struggling little lamb, he spent many an hour nursing him back to health. I came home from school one day to find the sickly little lamb hoisted up into a specially engineered “rehab harness” (a tiny life jacket strung to a rope on our swing set), with my little lamb swinging and kicking his legs in excitement. My Dad had created this rehab station, which helped my lamb to gain strength, eventually allowing him to walk and regain his health. This selfless act of compassion for our animals welfare is one of many that I have learned from my father, and I forever grateful to have such a wonderful role model in my life. Happy Father’s Day to all the Dads out there who continue to teach their children life’s may lessons!

  5. Emily says:

    Here’s my funny Dad story:

    Dad to brother: Maybe I’ll let you shoot the new toy.

    Brother: What’s the new toy?

    Dad: A crossbow.

    Brother: Why do you need a crossbow?

    Me: For when the crash comes.

    Dad (nodding enthusiastically): I told Mom I’ll be able to sit on the roof and shoot people. Or zombies.

    *Note: Dad regularly makes preparations for “the crash.” He doesn’t know when it’s going to happen or the specifics about the world ending, but he knows that people will come after the farm for food.

  6. Taysha R says:

    My dad story….
    So my dad is a kid at heart. Always says that you are as young as you feel! Well one day he felt pretty young and thought he would show off to everyone while he was up in the hay mow…. well he attempted to relive his youth by swinging across the mow on the rope…..the rope that hasn’t been touched in years. As you can imagine: rope broke, dad falls, dad breaks leg. While the ending isn’t the “funniest” per say the events leading up to it were pretty comical. He is our rock in the family and I couldn’t image being where I am today without his support and guidance.

  7. Melissa says:

    I grew up on a farm across the field with a revolving door. I know my dad’s friend Mark lived there when my dad started farming as he shares stories of the two helping each other get started. But I first remember the owner as my cousin Jamie. Jamie was young and asked my dad lots of questions. Shortly there after my cousin Gale and her Husband Jeff moved in. Jeff needed feed, so my dad helped him make his hay until he got his own machinery and then moved out and the Batey family moved in. They moved from Tennessee and didn’t have machinary either. Dad helped him make crops too. Shortly thereafter we bought another farm so he could slowly remodel the house before my brother bought our farm. Well, we didn’t need all the land, but our neighbor on the other side did so my dad rented him the fields for about 20 bucks an acre. Then the Batey’s moved out and Kimmy and her boyfriend moved in. They were so young and had many questions. My dad was over there almost everyday helping out! Up the road a bit further Hos moved in. He bought a farm with only about 20 acres total. My dad started making him hay and selling it at about half the price he would have to anyone else. Hos needed the feed to keep farming. Shortly after Kimmy got married and moved and the Shirks moved in. They were already very established in farming. My dad helps him and he helps my dad now, but they found out we had a pond and my dad stated, “Please, come enjoy the coolness during the summer and the skating in the winter.” Eugene who rented from us has now retired, Hos moved away and the Shirks are doing Great. My dad though I can tell is a little lonely for another neighbor. I learned from him at a young age, you don’t need much to be able to help out a neighbor. I am now a teacher and I see many students. I see very popular students, quiet students, and students that just need some extra time from a teacher. As an Agriculture Teacher, time is hard to come by…but I don’t need much to help out a neighbor or a student. Thanks Dad for the great message, and I can’t wait for the next neighbor to meet you. My dad has a big beard, long hair, and looks like a tough Santa, but Mitch put it best, “You take one look and think run away from this big man! You listen to one sentence and you know you have the help you prayed for last night.”

  8. Peggy Wagner says:

    I could go on and on about Brents vertues but the reason he is so hard to buy for is because he is the first to help out others but seldom asks for anything for himself. Even when I listen carefully for hints from him it’s usually for work (we are farmers) or to help someone else out. The last thing he bought for himself was red licorice which he shared with the grandkids.

  9. Rhoda says:

    Last year my dad had a tame cat he affectionately named Fuzzy. He followed Dad around and was quite the charmer and good mouser. Early one morning Dad saw a cat lying on the road that had been hit and killed. Thinking it was Fuzzy, Dad buried him because “he was a good cat.” The next day, Fuzzy showed up. We are still wondering who is in his grave.

  10. Jane Luskin says:

    My dad is a retired farmer, well I don’t think farmers know how to retire his body may have but his soul is still out on the tractor caring for the land
    , out in the barn helping a cow with a difficult birth or tending to that newborn calf or supporting his six children and numerous grandchildren and great grandchildren. I never saw him as proud as the day my daughter and his granddaughter became new york state dairy princess. Some of the qualities I had seen in my dad growing up on the farm compassion, stewardship and passion, I now saw In the glimmer of my daughter’s eye.

  11. One of my most memorable moments as a dad happened this last Christmas eve/Christmas day. While my wife was down stairs playing ‘Santa’ getting the kids’ gifts all ready for Christmas morning, I went to bed. After an hour or so of sleeping I got up to relieve myself. When I put my leg on the ground to begin walking, my leg gave way and I fell into our dresser. The noise was extremely loud and I worried that since our room is right above two of the boys’ room, I might have woke them. After visiting the local emergency room we found that I had broke two toes and split the skin between those two toes about 2 inches deep. In the morning my middle son was as excited as a kid on Christmas morning but not just because of his gifts. He reported that in the middle of the night Santa landed on the roof and he knew this because he heard him land. We joke that my wife does all the work for Santa while I get all the credit. ~Jeff Schweigert

  12. Em Ma says:

    My dad is fantastic! When I was young my mother would put two french braids in my hair every morning before school. However, when I was about 7 or 8 she started to travel for work several days a week. Being a silly little girl, my concern was “who’s going to braid my hair for school?” My dad took me to the beauty salon and paid for the stylist to teach him how to braid my hair. That’s a dad who loves his daughter! Over the next several years, my dad learned to paint fingers and toes with nail polish, pick out “outfits” for his daughters, and play with Barbies. He never had any sons, but he completely embraced having daughters.

  13. Amy Clausen says:

    This is a true story from last summer. What is written below is the Facebook post I put up that afternoon, and Dad still hasn’t lived it down. I’m now dating a Ford/New Holland/GMC dairy farmer, who loves that Deere and Dodge got stuck.

    Ah, the pastoral, agrarian lifestyle that America depends on. Founded by our fathers, and kept in place by traditional gender roles. So it happens that, on a sunny, humid, late June afternoon, the womenfolk, or single daughter, was inside, quilting, cleaning, and contemplating what to serve the men for dinner. The farmer, meanwhile, was out in the fields, mowing long sheaves of grass on the John Deere. Until that fateful moment comes – “I’m Stuck – come pull me out”. Of course, the woman does her duty and follows his request, following him out to the barn, driving together in the trusty Dodge pickup to the site of the mishap. Ah, of course he needs help, she thinks, noticing the wet fields, until she sees that the stuck “tractor” is the riding mower. Well, at least I can get back to my necessary household chores in short order, she says to herself. Until, of course, the truck becomes mired in the thick, burnt umber mud as well. Well, heck, it’s a Sunday in summer, might as well make it a tractor pull! Out comes the big John Deere, which is attached via tow rope to the Dodge, which in turn is pulling the lawn mower. Yes, God has answered prayers, all three vehicles move, and are no longer stuck. Life can now return to normal, and I can return to my quilting. Love you Dad!

    Thanks for running this contest!

  14. nel1jack says:

    My children are adopted. All 7 of them. None of them look like me. But I have been told that they sometimes act like me…usually by my wife…when they are not behaving.
    My wife had adopted the 3 oldest before we got married. So I walked into a ready made family. Wife, Hannah a 9 yr old, Caleb and Micaela, 7 yr olds. My wife had adopted as a single mother.
    I did the best I could to be a dad. Not having any experience at it, but not having to live up to what their “real” dad or their “other” dad had been like.
    3 years later, I cried the first time I held child #4, Zeke. He was born in another state and my wife was off with him and I had to go to the airport in Houston to pick them up.
    #5 & #6 (Zara & Gabe) we learned about 2 years later while we were on a field trip to Astroworld. My wife is a teacher and I was chaperoning daughter #2 and 3 of her 5th grade friends.
    Some people came home with a t-shirt or a stuffed animal. Not us. We get a 16 month old and a 5 week old.
    So we’re done. Except. Taking Micaela to babysit one night, the last she’s babysitting for comes out to ask me “Would you be interested in adopting another child?”
    My initial thought was “i have 6 children, my oldest will be a SENIOR this year, we just got Gabe out of diapers into pull , I’ll be 60 when the child graduates” but like any wise and intelligent man I answered “Let me ask my wife”
    So on the 29th day of the 11th month our last child was born. Jeremiah 29 11.
    One of my children made the comment:
    “Somebody else may be my father, but you’ll always be my Daddy”

  15. nel1jack says:

    If you read about me being a Dad, then let me share this about my Dad.
    We were at my parents house and my children wanted go with Grandpa to help feed the animals. Children raised in town. The only animals they’ve really ever been around were dogs. And maybe a petting zoo. Daddy’s goats were not really used to being petted. And they sure weren’t used to children.
    One of the children asked Daddy if they could feed the goats the raisins.
    He was a bit confused since he was sure he hasn’t been feeding any raisins the goats.
    They pointed out the raisins lying around the goat pen.
    He very patiently explained that was were the goats had gone to the bathroom.
    The next day, they wanted to walk over to the pasture with him to check the cows. One of them ran ahead and found a pile of goat ‘pellets’.
    “Grandpa, is that what I think it is?”
    “Yup, more raisins.”
    14 years later, my children still talk about that and laugh.
    My Dad is Awesome!

  16. spudmd says:

    So several years ago, my daughter was walking with me at the Central Plains Dairy Expo. A business associate stopped me so I introduced my daughter.
    He looked at my daughter, looked at me, back at my daughter and said,”Your mother must be gorgeous.”
    Sometimes being a dad is being able to laugh at yourself.

  17. Leaving the hospital with my first child was my first real “dad” moment. Obviously holding her for the first time was important, but with the doctors and nurses and all of the hullabaloo it all went by very fast. I had gone down to drive the car around and was waiting on the nurse to bring my wife and daughter down on the wheel chair. I remember the anxiety I had watching other dads coming and picking up their new child, and double, and triple checking the car seat to make sure it was in and tight enough.

    When the sliding door opened and they wheeled out into the garage I honestly thought there was a glow about them. And I knew this was it, this was my family, and I was finally “dad.”

  18. zach taylor says:

    My dad is hard to buy for because he can destroy a steel ball bearing with a rubber hammer. We once gave him a set of ceramic knives, which you are not suppose to drop or chop with, just opening the package he manages to drop one and break it. We have resorted to giving him food products, which even broken, can still be consumed.

  19. susieking3 says:

    My dad is hard to buy for because he was absent during my childhood. The obligation to purchase something is all I have. I read Father’s Day cards one after another and none of them say what I want to say. I don’t feel any of them are right so I finally pick one that says Happy Father’s Day. Buying a gift is the same way only obligation makes me purchase a gift which is always something practical like socks or undershirt.

  20. Noah says:

    My brother and I always had friends over from third grade until the time we eventually moved out. My dad was great at finding us when we ran out of things to do. “You kids look bored… follow me” always led to something interesting. Once he set up a pallet that he spray painted a target on. About thirty feet away he had set up a pitcher’s mound and had 10 or so baseballs next to it. He told us to take turns throwing at the target… once we could hit it with every ball, we were to try to break the boards with the throws. When the pallets were destroyed or the balls got mushy, he would replace them.
    Another, “you kids look bored… follow me” led us to a huge pile of reclaimed bricks. He gave us each our very own brick hammer, and showed us how if you hit it just right you could get the old mortar to pop off the brick. I’m not sure how he did it, but he made it really fun. Sometimes a friend would ride the bus home with me, and immediately after getting to the house we would right to the brick pile and start cleaning off bricks.
    One day, my brother and I each had a friend over and we were in the basement playing video games. My dad walks down the stairs:
    “You kids look bored”
    “I guess, a little…”
    “Well, this ought to give you something to do.”
    As he released a sparrow into the house that had stunned itself by flying into a window.
    The four of us kids just looked at each other as the bird flew around our play area. My dad calmly walks up the stairs, “You guys have fun, I’ll be in the shop if you need me.”

  21. Bonnie Porter says:

    Growing up as the oldest of ten children in the 50’s and 60’s it was sometimes a challenge to load everyone in the backseat of the car to drive an hour to visit my father’s parents. After several attempts to start the car we were told to get out of the car and go to the house. What a dissappointment for all of us as we loved going to visit. Sunday was kept as a visiting day after milking in the morning. In what seemed like forever to us my Dad came in and told us to get in the truck. He had swept out the stock truck and put bales of straw around the edge to give us a place to sit and a tarp on the top to protect us from the elements. It was actually not such a bad way to travel because we weren’t so cramped up riding. My dad always had to come up with ways to accommodate so many children, but I am so thankful that he did.

  22. Ashley M-K says:

    I think I am one of the luckiest children in the world. I get to work with my dad every day. I have always been a total daddy’s girl and the guys on the farm laugh when I call him daddy even today. Since we see each other every day I have thousands of memories of my dad, but my favorites are when my dad teaches me a lesson. Whether it’s a life lesson or about cows or farming I know that is something I will pass down to my children. It is something that will always stay with me and it is a piece of him that will I can share with the world.

    Every day I am thankful for being able to learn from my father and for the time we spend together.

  23. Tom Cassidy says:

    My father was always the calm, sensible foundation to our hectic family. He gave up his Navy career to come home and raise his orphaned brothers and shortly, his own kids.
    My father had a dry sense of humor that many wouldn’t even recognize. When I tried to think of a funny story about him, I couldn’t. He was always involved, somewhere on the perimeter, ready to step in if need be…but mostly as a witness.
    My mother and this pile of boys were always into some new adventure (or more often trouble) but we could depend on him to get everything done. He worked off the farm, yet probably spent as much or more time farming. We farmed on the side of a hill with antique equipment. One day he was baling hay and we were following behind picking bales up off the ground and loading a wagon. We kicked up a swarm of bees and they went after Mom. She was running around, yelling at us to help her. It looked funny and we were laughing, asking what we should do. “Take off your shirts and swoosh them away,” she yelled. There she was laying in the fetal position in the middle of a hay field, four bare-bellied boys beating her with their dirty T shirts. Dad just kept baling. Around and around and around he went. We finally got rid of the bees and started picking up hay again. That night,after stacking the hay, eating supper at the picnic table, he says with a grin, “Did you guys see the swarm of bees up in the field today?”
    A few years ago, when the grandsons were little was another example. Another passel of boys that were a challenge to ride herd over. With everybody working and each kid playing a couple of different sports, it takes parents, grandparents, aunts, uncles and sometimes even neighbors to make sure everyone is where they belong. After one particularly busy day, we all congregated at the last baseball game. Gathering the last of the bats and balls and gloves and helmets and walking to our cars, my brother says “Where’s E?” I don’t know, on the swings or playground? No. Where did you last see him? Not since I got here. Me either. Haven’t seen him. Nope, I haven’t seen him either. Well, who brought him? NONE OF US! Did we ever get to the house fast. Pedal tractor and wagon were parked in front of the house. Get inside and there is E, standing on a chair at the kitchen sink. No shirt, knee high rubber barn boots washing some beets. “I got us some vegables Dad” says E. Grandpa is sitting in the rocking chair, reading the newspaper and asks “Isn’t he too young to wash vegetables by himself?” Apparently E had pedaled his tractor to raid Mrs. N’s garden. E never knew he was unsupervised. Once again thanks to dad quietly watching over his herd.
    He isn’t around anymore to witness our foolishness, fun and festivities. We are thankful though for the sacrifice of his goals to provide our foundation.. He taught us to be observant and not over-react. I think I’ve got the observant part down, I’ll keep working on the over-reactions.

  24. Noah says:

    The playland in McDonalds is kind of gross. Kids are always climbing around up there barefoot, with runny noses, and unwashed hands. It’s incredibly loud and smells linger inside of its many tubes. I have an incredibly hard time believing it gets washed very often.

    It is also a wonderful place where kids can burn off energy when it is twenty below zero outside. They can have unscheduled playdates with random friends, and nobody has to clean their house immediately before and after it happens.

    Occasionally something magical happens there.

    My son is autistic. He was vocalizing at this point but just barely communicating. He would blurt out words that he could read off of billboards and placemats, or he would say “bumpy” if he hurt himself. There was a little bit more but nothing terribly meaningful. This was the age where we saw everything as therapy. Climbing, crawling, sliding, being around other kids playing; these were all a great way to get Levi to get out of his comfort zone and interact.

    I spent a lot of time climbing through the various levels of playland. Havana wasn’t tall enough to scoot up the plastic steps, but she could climb the net and get up anywhere quickly. Levi would get stuck at the platforms with the larger transitions. He would cry and I would lift him to higher levels. At the top we would all slide down together, or I would slide down with one kid, climb up as fast as I could, and then slide down with the other. No one ever wanted to go alone.

    One day Havana got brave and was able to do the slide all by herself. I sat near the top of the slide while she went down by herself 4 or 5 times in a row. Levi sat next to me, pulling on my shirt and pointing down the slide. He was getting more anxious every time that Havana went, because he was missing his turn. Finally I said “Levi, you need to go down the slide. Do you want to go by yourself or with Dad?”

    That’s when he said

    “Dad”

    For the first time ever.

  25. Kathy Alexander says:

    My husband is hard to buy for because if he needs it, likes it,thinks it might be handy he buys it for himself! No hints or anything.

  26. Jodi says:

    What a great idea for dads! We have a first time dad in our house. 11 weeks and 1 day ago my husband became a father for the first time. What a huge change that is. There has been many wonderful memories made in such a short time. My favorite is the first time I ever saw him sneak into our daughters room and just look at her. He didnt touch her, talk to her or even try to pick her up. He just watched her sleep for close to 10 minutes. I haven’t told him yet but I snapped a picture of it. I want to be able to show our daughter that picture and tell her that her daddy was crazy about her from the day she was born.

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