Your Parents

I get along fantastically with my mom... and i dont talk to my dad unless i have to.. which sometimes happens because he lives with the grandma that i like...

that is an absolutely adorable picture, six.

well, both are actually, but your parents - pic is pure sweetness.

I get on with my mum but never much talk to my dad we got into a physical fight on new years eve when we were both piss up never been the same with him since,happy days.

[QUOTE=LECKIE;1039782]I get on with my mum but never much talk to my dad we got into a physical fight on new years eve when we were both piss up never been the same with him since,happy days.[/QUOTE]
you beat him?

NO! it was like the end of that song "a boy named sue" he kicked like a mule.........

i never liked either on of em, my father died, my mother has alzheimers, i like her now cause i let go all of that resentment shit from the past.

[QUOTE=morey;1039804]i never liked either on of em, my father died, my mother has alzheimers, i like her now cause i let go all of that resentment shit from the past.[/QUOTE]
my garndma was a very cold and and stern person all of her life till she had a little stroke three years ago. it didn´t affect her physical mobility at all but her mental condition now is a bit like alzheimers. she forgets and mixes up all kind of stuff. it changed her whole character. now she is [I]mild[/I] and a bit helpless, which makes it pretty hard not at least care a little about her.
a part of me always wanted to believe that she was just fed up with being a mean, bitter person and just faked a stroke to finally reveal her tiny soft core.

i guess no matter how much you resent your ancesters, you still can´t help but love them somehow.

I love my fucking crazy ass psychotic obnoxious self-centered, all-knowing parents.

i'm adopted, and have never actually met my "blood" parents

my parents:

my dad has always been distant, a guy from texas, liked cars, he's an accountant, used to be pretty racist (that's my sensitivity six), and we rarely if ever connect

my mom - she's surprised me with some of her comments over the years, a republican, who is really not open to gay or minority issues - but she was very supportive of my involvement with sports, the boy scouts, theatre, college

neither were supportive of my dreams to be a writer, and i'll probably always hold that against them a little - mom's a great grandmother, wish she'd come up from st. louis to chicago more

when i quit drinking 6 years ago, she became a bit nicer, that and when my grandmother (her mom) died - grandma lived next door to us, 1.5 acres next to our 1.5 acres - loved grandma, she was the best - actually DID read my writing

i'm hoping to be a much better parent and friend to my kids

I love both my parents but my Dad gets on my nerves at times. I work with them and live with them so it can be toug. My Mum is a adorable but you guys already knew that.

doable or adorable ?

[QUOTE=franc tireur;1039826]doable or adorable ?[/QUOTE]

good lord i hope the latter :eek:

[QUOTE=Six On The Dot;1039778]

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This is entirely meant as a compliment: That photo looks like a behind the music special, like Van Halen: The Early Years or something. Your family is quite rock n roll, very crescent fresh.

[QUOTE=Six On The Dot;1039778] one is dead and the other is psychotic about reality television.][/QUOTE]

weird. mine too.

My mom just had both knees replaced and has been coping with injury since march, so I have been living with her to help her out.

she is driving me up the effing wall.
I love the woman, but right now, I can't stand her.

[QUOTE=monkeywright;1039847]This is entirely meant as a compliment: That photo looks like a behind the music special, like Van Halen: The Early Years or something. Your family is quite rock n roll, very crescent fresh.[/QUOTE]

Fucking hell, man! I was just about to post and say "Six, I love that picture. I've stared at it for a long time here. I think what I love is that I can't entirely put into words what I love about it," but I think you just did it right there.

I like them, because we don't really talk much about any important things.

[QUOTE=franc tireur;1039826]doable or adorable ?[/QUOTE]

OH SHIT! Ludwig thanks for pointing that out and not quoting it. Typo fixed. This is as embarassing as the Taco affair. :eek:

i think i missed the taco thing?

[QUOTE=scerpica;1039889]i think i missed the taco thing?[/QUOTE]

Oh no. Thats way too embarrassing and I dont want to derail the thread.

The problem I have with my Mum is shes not supposed to be working and she keeps sneaking into the shop. Surprisingly a lot of the cheeky kids missed her and were glad to see her back. Lastnight my parents and I satdown to watch a Barcelona game on TV, during the games is when we all get along the best. ( Im getting teary now).

i understand the getting teary, my eyes went a little moist too when i was posting about my grandma.
argh, we´re a bunch of softies.

I love both my parents. I think that I've seen the entire depth of the human soul in the amount of my bullshit my mom has endured.

My dad told me this story the other day:

He moved around a lot when he was a kid. All over Canada, province to province. Sometimes he would sign up for school and move again before he ever even had to go. A lot of times his mom would tell him to take the day off to help out in the restaraunt she owned. He never passed a grade, he never stayed in one school for an entire year. He would move to a new town and they would assume he had passed all his grades and place him in the grade appropriate for his age. In grade six, he couldn't do hardly any of the work because he hadn't learned any of it. They told him he would be better off in a trade school.

So he went to a trade school and did woodworking and automotive classes. My dad is incredible at that sort of thing, which is funny because I can't even remember the last time I picked up a hammer or looked under the hood of a car. I kind of figured I would never be as good at that stuff as him anyway and it didn't get him very far, so why bother?

He moved again, and had to go to a different trade school. This one had all of his prime class choices filled up, so he got stuck with three classes he didn't want. Tailoring, cooking, and typing.

His older brother -my dad has seven older brothers- owned his own flooring company so my dad did work with him and made money instead of going to school. He showed up now and then, noticed that he had still yet to be put into the classes he wanted, and left.

So finally my dad gets in trouble for poor attendance and the principal calls him to the office. The principal tells him to get his mom or dad to come down to the school, and my dad laughs.

"They won't come," he said, and it was the truth. His dad, missing a leg from a tragic accident, never went into buildings. He drove and kept busy, worked as a locksmith and in a boiler room, but he wouldn't in a million years step into a school or post office or grocery store, it was pointless to him. His mother didn't care much for school, she was a practical woman who had twelve kids and understood that the important matters of life lied elsewhere. "If you don't want to go, don't go." she always said. She would never go to the school.

The principal asks him what the problem is with the school and why he isn't going. My dad- impossible for me to imagine as a fifteen-year-old- explains that he doesn't care about these classes he's been put in and has no use for the school. Apparantely, the faculty told him they were going to put him into his choice classes later that year, but they never did because of his attendance.

My dad agrees to keep up his attendance, and after a few weeks of going to school everyday, he gets fed up with typing and sewing and cooking, and in his typing class, he types, "This is fucking nuts," and submits it to the teacher as his assignment.

He gets called to the principal, and the principal asks him what the problem is.

"This is fuckin nuts," my dad says.
"I beg your pardon?"
"This is fucking nuts."
"I beg your pardon!?"
"This is fucking nuts!"

So he gets kicked out. The principal takes him to his locker, he cleans it out, and then my dad says, "Hey, I have to get my models out of the cabinet in the forum."

There was a contest for making model cars that the school held each year. You could have as many entries as you wanted. So the principal says okay, and takes him to the forum, calls down the guy running the model contest, and this guy opens the cabinet. My dad grabs the models marked with his name on them, the two he submitted which won both first and second prize.

The guy running the contest goes, "Whoa! You can't take those, those are the winning models!" and my dad tells him to just bump up the third and forth place people, he wants his models.

"But there's a prize, you know?"
"What's the prize?" my dad asks.
"A very nice set of pens."
"What the fuck do I need pens for?" my dad says, looking to the principal, "They just kicked me out of school!"

Actually, he was only fifteen so he couldn't be expelled. They suspended him until his sixteenth birthday, during which time he was expelled.

now I want tacos.

[QUOTE=Nightrious;1039905]"But there's a prize, you know?"
"What's the prize?" my dad asks.
"A very nice set of pens."
"What the fuck do I need pens for?" my dad says, looking to the principal, "They just kicked me out of school!"[/QUOTE]
glorious.

[QUOTE=ScribblingDes;1039909]now I want tacos.[/QUOTE]

Im not going there.

My mom is sweet but she can be absentminded at times. My dad means well but he is the most stubborn guy you'll meet. We are so alike that I can't stand when I act like him. I'm try to go out of my way to not react like him. I'm getting better.

But sometimes we get into fights and even when I'm right (one time we both started talking at the same time and he actually thought I did it on purpose and wouldn't stop yelling! WTF?) I realize that since he's the parent he automatically wins. So to end the argument I walk away but no! He won't let me walk away until he knows that I hear WHY he's right.

I will not end up like this. Never.

I have a pretty good relationship with my dad. Hes very supportive and helpful. Hes always there for me no matter what. Im a total Daddy's Girl.

Im terrified of my mother. Always walking on eggshells around her. Shes fine one minute and a raging beast the next. I try to stay away from her. I try to read her mind, anticipate her movements so I can have whatever she wants done before she knows she wants it done. As long as I dont question her and do everything perfectly she loves me.

And Six, thats the second picture Ive seen of you with a black eye. Stop taking your frustrations out on yourself. Buy a teddy bear or something.

Mom and dad...mmm.. well I guess I love them. They are good persons. I don´t understand them, thats another fact. I mean. Mom was always screaming at dad, all the time, even for the tiniest things (like "you always give me the most crappy slice of pizza"), and dad always took all that without even answering to her, he just got lost in red, red wine.
I guess I loathe mom a bit more, even after she almost "raised us" alone, she was mean to me sometimes without meaning I think, its just the way she is, and she is a little wacko (she always think negative no matter what, example, "if you cross the street there is a very good chance that a car hit you and you will die" or "if you take a bath after you eat, you´ll die" or the typical thing that I have heard though all my chilhood "do not go near "X" person, "X" meaning any male in the world, because he will rape you for sure") Dad always brought the money but never intervene in my education (because if he did, he would have to tolerate more screaming, mom was very overprotectfull)
They never believed in me... wich is kinda shitty when you are young.
Either way I could not understand them, I think different from them. But I think that they are happy that way (they are married for 30 years) so...to each his own.
In fact, i only go home once every 15 days or so, and is a very quick visit, I am most of the time playing with the dog.

When my dad was a little boy, he saw another boy get his head crushed by a truck. When he told me this, I felt a little closer to him.

If most moms are wacky does that mean that most girls will grow up to be wacky? Or does it skip a generation? I think it would. Or is it that the harder you try to not be like your mother the faster you become like your mother?

My aunt told me that same story! The guys name was Bones.

still pretty nuts that there are two men out there who decapitate kittens with lawnmowers.

I just got off the phone with my father, whom I haven't seen since early April.

Me: So.
Dad: So, uh, oh, your step-sister is pregnant.
Me: Really?
Dad: Yep. She's very happy.
Me: That's cool.
Dad: Yes, it's good.
Me: It's really nice.
Dad: Yes. It's, uh... it's good to create children.

Long Island

i get on well with my folks. sure i have got issues, but who doesn't? they were never really emotionally available or supportive and i think that kind of fucked me in the head, but i am doing waht i can to get past it.
i like being able to spend time with my folks now that i am an adult. my dad and i have smilar musical tastes and he comes to shows with me alot which is great. my mom, since her stroke, really doesn't do much but sit in their house on the farm and smoke pot all day. she helps with dinner and stuff but doesn't really take part in any of the other communal chores. my folks are just about the only two left frm the original farm inhabitants, so my mom can get away with being lazy. the younger girls love her. she lost her short term memory after her first stroke, so conversations can be fairly frustrating because she never remembers anything that has ben said.
i dont think i could live WITh thtem again-- when i was on the farm for those three weeks it was frustrating enough, an d i was inn a dome on the far side of the property. but i do love it wheni get to spend time with them.

[QUOTE=Six On The Dot;1040018]I think this guys name was like, Richard. or something.[/QUOTE]

Wasn't me.

I really love both my parents. They are both very quirky and weird in their own ways. My Dad is a recovering alcoholic, he still drinks sometimes but not nearly as much as he used to, which was every day shit faced drunk. They both get on my nerves really badly sometimes, each in their own way. But I wouldn't trade my parents for any thing.

As I have gotten older, I realize that my family are the only people on earth who could or would deal with my shit, and likewise I understand I'm the only one who could or would deal with their's...

By keepin' the love together, we are able to stay steady on our path to pure lunacy...

Dad (my step dad) is an autisitc D&D statistician nerd, who I hated when I was a teenager, but we get on ok now.
Mum, I love very much and we get on really well and talk on the phone most days, sometimes she is a bit much with her bipolar, she gets really hyper, funny and annoying, then snaps and bites your head off at something she might disagree with.
But I wll be working in the childcare next door to hers as of monday, she is an early childhood teacher too, so really she had been an inspiration for me.
We try our best to do as much as we can for each other.
Parents eh?

[QUOTE=succotash moon;1040123]As I have gotten older, I realize that my family are the only people on earth who could or would deal with my shit, and likewise I understand I'm the only one who could or would deal with their's...

By keepin' the love together, we are able to stay steady on our path to pure lunacy...[/QUOTE]

I feel the same way about my family.

[QUOTE=xec8;1040026]I just got off the phone with my father, whom I haven't seen since early April.

Me: So.
Dad: So, uh, oh, your step-sister is pregnant.
Me: Really?
Dad: Yep. She's very happy.
Me: That's cool.
Dad: Yes, it's good.
Me: It's really nice.
Dad: Yes. It's, uh... it's good to create children.[/QUOTE]

Wow. I cannot conceive of anything more awkward than that, for real.

Lets just say I can't wait until I'm out of the house.

My parents care too much and its suffocating me.

[QUOTE=jane s.;1040600]Wow. I cannot conceive of anything more awkward than that, for real.[/QUOTE]
What cracked me up was the "it's, uh... it's good to create children."

Did he know that sometimes it's bad to create children also?

[QUOTE=jane s.;1040613]Did he know that sometimes it's bad to create children also?[/QUOTE]
I might not have had the heart of stone to ask him.

Upon further analysis, the reason that sentence is really funny is because of the use of the word "create." It might be okay to HAVE children, but the CREATION part is awesome!

I need to record myself saying it the way he did it, or I'll forget it.

I wish I knew how to have some kind of sane relationship with my parents. My dad is cool, well definitely nerd cool, but he's a pushover and sometimes more like an extension of my mom and her wants and needs, like her shadow.

My mom is a perfectionist and very judgmental. Like I tell her that I'm going to have a colonoscopy and she asks, "So, are you going to Johns Hopkins?" Then I tell her no, I'm going to this local outpatient facility, and she raises her eyebrows, I can totally tell she thought that was completely inadequate. Sometimes, she can be like that mom from Ordinary People, as portrayed by Mary Tyler Moore. Also, she hoards paper, seriously, stacks of old newspapers even that she's going to go through and clip articles or scan into the computer. I know this is where I get being a snob, trying to do better, but it's so second nature, although I have come a long way from how I used to be. In her defense, her mom was a bit of a bully, I can totally see how my mom is how she is as a defense mechanism.

A few years ago, when my dad had prostate cancer, we were going to move closer, but ended up having a falling out instead. Then I realized it was probably better that we didn't live so close, where we would be inside mom's sphere of influence, with her coming over to our house to tell us what we were doing wrong, or being upset with us for not going to her house as often as she expected.

[QUOTE=DAN9108;1040606]Lets just say I can't wait until I'm out of the house.

My parents care too much and its suffocating me.[/QUOTE]
You'll learn soon enough that your parents aren't as bad as you think.

I don't want to think about how it'll be when my parents are no longer around. My mother is great. She is the one that showed me what its like to have faith. I'm kind of scared of her getting older because I think she's going to develop Alziemer's or Dementia bad. She's going to be sixty years old but doesn't look a day over forty-five. She gets my jokes and puts up with my smartassness. I like picking on her to the point that she calls me an asshole. It cracks me up because she is really religious and never swears except when I've really pushed her buttons. Even then she smiles and makes me food to keep me from pestering her.

My Dad is my hero. As much as I love my Mother I think I'll miss him even more once he's gone. I almost lost him a few years ago to a severe stroke. Doctors said he shouldn't have lived through it, but my Old Man, he's a fighter. He came through and even though he's partially paralized on the left side of his body, he doesn't let that slow him down much. He's done everything he needed to do for my family to ensure we had it better than he did.
Both my parents are retired. Tthey're currently in Mexico on vacation. Its been almost 3 weeks since they've been gone and I'm missing them dearly. its all good though because they'll be back Saturday.

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Crap. I am not retyping all that.

I love and respect both of them in different ways and for different reasons.