This is a treasury of the sayings of Glenn Millikan, my father, presented to him on his 90th birthday – what have we forgotten? Add a comment at the bottom of this page.
You’ll pick yourself up in a corner (upon giving dad a hard time)
Be a good girl (boy) and laugh and sing
She loves me madly
I played like a sausage (while playing rook)
Were you born in a barn?
What a pain in the neck
wedding music samples!
It’s hot in this closet
Pardon me for breathing (when offended or feelings were hurt)
It’s mind over platter
Can’t win for losing
We is they
(referring to vehicles) You have to baby ‘em…
What in the Sam Hill
Pink pills for pale people
Busier than a one-armed paper hanger
Pantin’ like a steam engine
When’s the last time you changed your oil?
Oh my achin’ back
Fat and sassy (Tami Babin heard this the first time)
Classic Love Songs
It runs like a sewin’ machine
“Rount Manier” (quoting young Scott)
How goes the battle?
For cryin’ out loud
Yeah yeah, sure sure
Grab an old cold tater and wait (hungry but forced to wait awhile to eat)
I’d like to help you out…which way did you come in?
You’re breedin’ a scab on your nose
I don’t mind being a grandpa, but I’m not so sure about being married to a grandma (Spring 1958 upon the birth of Cheronne)
I don’t know where we’re going, but we’re making good time
We’re losing money on every sale, but we’ll make it up in volume
I have two speeds: slow and stop
Just one more clean shirt
You’ll be the richest man in the graveyard (if I was working a lot of hours)
That’s a happy thought
(Handing me the phone when I was visiting, with my significant other on the line) “It’s the war department…”
Flattery will get you everywhere
Things are tough all over
Back to the salt pit
Let’s go to bed so these nice people can go home
Ertsnay (profound thanks to Betty Millikan Haskin for editorial help)
Quit chokin’ that girl!
None of your beeswax
Oh mother bear…
… and a parsnip in a pantry
One foot on a banana peel and the other on a slippery place
Help stamp out white shirts
Here I come you lucky people
Any color as long as it’s red
The outgo for the upkeep’s too much for the income
Man I’m bushed
The corn is green (referring to bad humor)
If they’re in that much of a hurry, they should have left yesterday
I can tell you’re on the level ’cause the bubble’s in the middle
You got rocks in your head, boy
‘Taint funny Mcgee!
My stomach’s quit hurting – must be time to eat
When you’re changing lanes, never check your blind spot or they’ll bluff you out every time
Shut the door behind you and don’t let it hit you on the way out
The hurrier I try the behinder I get
I thought when I got to be 90, that would be it. But, I’m still here! (After his 90th birthday)
It takes me longer to rest up than it does to get tired. (After breakfast/lunch/dinner and he went in to take a nap.)
How were things at the salt mine? (Every day when mom and dad were visiting and I [Doug] got home from work.)
You’re killing me with kindness
You oughtta try some Slick 50 in it (your vehicle, because it’s guaranteed to increase your mileage)
It’s dark in this closet
Rise and shine
Good night, don’t let the bedbugs bite
I feel so old that I don’t even buy green bananas
Nobody here but us chickens
He was goin’ like sixty
The hurrier I try, the behinder I get
Halitosis is better than no breath at all
Uppy uppy uppy!
Home from the trenches…
Man, he was goin’ like a house-afire
I don’t want to get “soft” (followed by pushups and/or setups, or in earlier years jogging on a trail)
I think hair styles have been going shorter… (trying to convince me to cut my hair circa 1973)
You got rocks in your head, boy
You got knots in your head?
That looks like a pretty drive…wonder where that road goes? (Scott Haskin got this gene in abundance, which must skip a generation)
(Thousands of lines continuously narrating sports events on TV in detail which everyone had clearly seen and heard)
I tell you what….
Great day in the morning
“I’ve got this little problem” (upon being offered a second dessert [which he usually took] and patting his stomach)
You should have stood closer to the razor (to someone growing a beard)
Thank you, I think
I thought I was wrong once, but I was mistaken
Be thankful for little things
Oh my achin’ back
That’s a pain in the neck
Home James, and don’t spare the horses
I have to watch my girlish figure
Man, I’m all tuckered out
He was goin’ like a house afire
Lead on Macduff (tbd if this originated with mom or dad)
That’s as clear as mud, eh?
Grinnin’ like a chessie cat
Feed the baby garlic so you can find him in the dark
he called my mom his “ blushing bride”
peel me another grape (when he was enjoying being waited upon)
Good morning, sunshine.
(When rather tired) Man, I couldn’t whip a cat.
Why didn’t you say so before you spoke?
Dry up and blow away! (when someone was irritating Dad or being critical, usu. spoken humorously)
cousin weak eyes, eh? was dad’s comment when you couldn’t read something, or needed stronger glasses etc
the hurrier I try, the behinder I get
54-40 or fight
Tippecanoe and Tyler too…
Is there anything else I can pickup as long as I am down here? (Said after he had dropped something. With his bad knees it was an adventure. As my knees get stiffer, I have started using this saying.) ~ courtesy Doug Haskin
Spanish Language Lullabies here beginning late 2012 it says here….