Busy, so we are revisiting the Trout Family

I am having a very busy upside down goofy week.
I'll explain when I come up for air.
In the meantime - here is another little ditty from 2013 where Rick messes with my head yet again. Remind me again why I love this person? 

Thursday, July 18, 2013

The Trout Family

I have shared some stories here on this blog showing you how Rick loves to mess with me. He finds it funny and honestly I end up finding it funny.....just later, usually much later.

Remember the story of the hot sausage sandwiches in the middle of Cook's Forest? Me sniffing out the car window like a dog.
Or the plant he gave me and told me it was called a Neighbor Plant?

Well he did it to me again the other night while watching the All-Star Baseball Game.
Now yes, he gets away with these things because I am pretty damn gullible sometimes. Yes, I do realize that fact. 

But after 26 years don'tcha think he'd be tired of messing with me?  Obviously not.
Apparently, this is a sport for him with no trophy.

You all also know how I love baseball. He watches, actually, tolerates, baseball because of me.
It's not like  he quotes stats or knows too many players names other than my favorite team so what happened next was perplexing to me.

The Angels center fielder Mike Trout was playing in the All-Star Game. He came across the screen and the announcers said something about his talent.
Rick asked me, "Did you know that his sister's name is Rainbow?"
I laughed and said, "yea sure Rick"  

He goes on to say, "You do know his real name is Lake right?"
Now I am laughing. "Lake, you say?" 
"Yep. I read it in Sports Illustrated."

"Okay, you are so full of shit mister!  You don't even read SI."

No, I don't, but I read it at the doctor's office since there was nothing much to read there.
His real name is Lake but he took such a ribbing as a kid he goes by his middle name which is Michael. The guys in the dugout tease him and now that he's older he goes along with it but he still prefers Michael.  Hey, see there? I know more than you do about someone in baseball for a change."

I am silent taking this all in.  

I mean he was just at the doctors so he COULD have read this.
But seriously that just can't be true.

"Who the hell would name their kid Lake Trout or Rainbow Trout?  

You are pulling my leg again Rick. This one is a bit too far fetched for even you"

"Margaret, I'm really not this time. Seriously I read this. It's true. And they have a younger sibling named Brooke."

"Lake, Rainbow, and Brooke huh?"
Okay, now I'm laughing my ass off. 

I know he is trying to make me believe him but this just can't be true. 

Rick was just at the Dr's so he could have read this while there. 

I don't know this kids stats, life or really anything other than he plays for the Angels, he's damn good and he's only 21. But he's not a Yankee so I don't know everything about this kid. But c'mon Lake Trout? 

This coming from my husband who pulls my leg all the time and loves fishing - this one is too easy. He is making this shit up....isn't he?

Then Rick says, "Remember when you told me that you went to school with a couple of girls who's last name was May? And their parents named them April and June?"

"Of course I remember I can't believe you do though. I think that was so damn horrible of their parents to do to them."

"Well obviously "Mike's" parents are made from the same mold."

Now I do not want to be sucked into this again. I do not want him to make a fool out of me so I just can't let myself believe this. But damn he's good. 

"You know that I don't believe you right?"

"Well I don't know why you wouldn't and I'm honestly surprised that I knew this and you didn't. I thought it was pretty funny when I read it and thought for sure you already knew this. Hell, that is why I even brought it up."

"Well, I don't believe you. No one names their kid Lake Trout."

"Okay don't believe me it's okay, you'll see."

So on with the ball game we go and don't talk about it again.

Now the embarrassing part is the little shit makes me think about this.
The next morning I google the kid. No mention of lake trout, rainbow trout or brook trout other than they are fish. When he gets home from work I mention to him that I googled it and he is so full of shit.

He laughs. He laughs so hard that he has to sit down.
Then he gets up, comes over to me and hugs me. 

He is laughing so hard he still can't talk.
I pull away because once again I know this ass is making a fool of me and I allowed it to happen.
I had doubts and I began to think maybe I was wrong. 

Maybe I shouldn't jump to the conclusion that he is always messing with me yet again. Maybe I need to stop being so paranoid.
But no! I should have known better.

He gains his composure and says, "Oh how I love that I gave you some doubt. I love it, Margaret.  Oh,  you are so gullible.  It's such fun" 

I hit him, "why do you do this to me all the time?"

"Because I can and my goodness, it's fun."

"Fun for whom? certainly not me you ass"

"Me, of course. Come on I could see your wheels turning and you were thinking about it weren't you?"

He is still laughing.

"Okay funny boy someday I'm getting you back. Somehow, some way."

"Oh it is so damn cute that you think that."

Aargh!!