Posted on 01/09/2008 5:29:40 AM PST by Mr. Brightside
Too bad we cannot find a woman like this to run for President.....
Mom sold my car when I was away at college. Came home one weekend and asked where it was, she said, "It's gone".
At a party the other week I had to lightly disipline my 10-year old. One of the folks at the party said something like “Well look at that - a Dad being a Dad”.
HAHAHA. True enough. I don’t ever recall being quite so spoiled expecting such privalege at a young age. It’s hard to build incentives in the home to earn privaleges when there friends are automatically granted them, mostly because Mom and Dad are leaving the teenage kids home with X-Box as the babysitter.
You couldn’t be more correct. We cannot falter but it’s sure a tiring struggle.
Check his “Myspace” too, you can find out what drugs they are using and who they are bedding!
My son does FaceBook, not MySpace.
And we took him for a surprise drug test a couple of months ago after a few questions arose about certain companions.
TG he passed with flying colors.
My dad sold my brother’s first car because my brother was caught drinking. This was in the early 60s when DWI wasn’t considered a big deal by most people. My brother didn’t really learn a lesson from it, continued to drink and drive for years after he was an adult before he quit drinking. I still think it was a great idea, and at least it kept him off the road a couple more years. Even though my brother didn’t learn his lesson, I am sure most kids would learn their lesson- and there was five of us kids and he was the only one that ever had DWI issues so we learned the lesson even if my brother didn’t.
It had a stripped timing gear so I replaced it and while I was timing it I broke my nose REAL GOOD. I painted the drivers door in black and white checkerboard with my full name above the door. And of course this is how NASCAR was born...
Well well well, so that’s where Nascar started.
:D So, I guess no one built her a house???
Didn’t work with my mom either.
So now we know “The Rest of the Story”. :)
Would never have happened when I was 19—back then a nineteen-year old could legally buy liquor.
Amen! I thank my Dad quite often for two things:
1. Raising me to THINK for myself.
2. Caring enough to bust his butt to get his education while working two jobs and various apprenticeships and getting us OUT of the Hellhole that was/is Milwaukee, WI.
I really don’t think my sister and I would’ve stood a chance in Life, had he not cared enough to give us those two things. :)
oh darn! i clearly remember being given that title
by our oldest when he was just a toddler.
Good for your son! It doesn’t hurt to keep an eye on him.
You're so meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeean!
The meanest Mom on earth probably saved her son’s life, or one of her friends life.. Congrats to the Meanest Mom for courage and wisdom.
I’ll say! I had my own car, bought (and insured) with my own money at 19. Before that I drove the family’s Dodge Caravan, and pretty much just to college and work.
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