Your dad is a competing body builder? :oOriginally Posted by Shiny
Your dad is a competing body builder? :o
That's why Shiny looks like this.
My parents met at a barn square dance in Utah and shortly later my mom was pregnant (premaritally) with me~ They got married and raised a family to try and do "the right thing", but after thirteen years of marriage it ultimately failed.
My mom is controlling and very alpha-female and specific. She doesn't have a lot of tolerance for people with lifestyles or morals different than hers, but she's incredibly caring and puts her children and family above everything else, and sacrificed her happiness to try to make her first marriage work. She remarried to a SWAT member/special forces sniper (don't smurf with me) who is just the best person and has the biggest heart I've ever known.
My dad has committment and anxiety issues and has grown to be introverted. He's the smartest person I know - he's studied thirty languages (both extinct and present), he studied to be a film director in Utah and has had quite a few short stories published. He married a darling woman who they now have two little girls with.
I love my parents, but they should have never been married. They've both found spouses who are perfect for them now, though, and they seem happy.
My mom was born in Alabama in January 1961 and is black and Native American (she swore up and down once when she was drinking that she was half and half but I'm not sure if this is true. This would explain why she doesn't really "look" black). She won't hesitate to tell you to screw off if you mess with her and is probably the best cook in the world. She never went to college or anything but she's pretty smart for the most part. She had three kids; I was the only one who survived (though it was looking pretty bleak for me too at the time).
My dad was born in West Virginia in August 1942 and went through a lot of trouble with the KKK growing up. Because of this he took up sports. He later went to college at 17 (also had kids at 17 with his then-wife but let's not get into that now) to become an engineer. He later became one of the first black men in the US to run a crane. In being an engineer he helped build and/or improve a lot of places in or near Ohio, such as the Columbus Zoo (helped build the bird topiary and the prairie dog exhibit), Alum Creek (built the dam out there, there's actually a really morbid story about this but it's not for this thread), Westland High School, a few shopping centers, and some other things down in southern Ohio. He has a tons of skills and talents, notably his being able to play a few instruments. He was actually self-taught in doing so. He retired in 1999 at 57 years old, and just recently died last year due to cardiac arrest/patient neglect. He had just turned 68 years old.
To be honest, I wasn't really close with either of them growing up. They had drinking problems and always argued and didn't really understand me as a kid (i.e. they wanted me to be what they wanted me to be, and didn't understand why I liked art over music. My dad was more adamant about me being into playing music than my mom was though). I still love them though and I have to take care of my mom now since my dad is gone. She quite literally has nowhere else to turn to due to the economy and some other things.
Xenogears is the tragic story of how your whole life can take a crappy turn, just because you happened to see a lady in a wedding dress before her wedding.
This boy is crackin' up, this boy has broken down
This boy is crackin' up, this boy has broke down
My mom was born here where I live (literally in this house). My dad was born up north more.
My mom is a Nurse and my father is uh yeah.
I have never lived with both of my parents as my father left my mom when she was 6 months pregnant.
I apparently look just like my mother but, i act just like my father.
My Ma's a lovely woman & my Da's long dead.
Both born & bred in West Belfast & lived in Dermott Hill above Ballymurphy. A place that saw many many terrible things in the late 60s & 70s when trouble broke out here (therc was a massacre in Ballymurphy where British soldiers decided to shoot & kill 11 civilians). My Da was in the Officials (Official IRA) and my parents had to move out when the Provos (Provisional IRA) attacked the house and performed a mock execution on me dad. My Ma freaked & demanded they moved. They moved to Antrim (town about 30 miles outta Belfast), where I was born but moved back to West Belfast to look for work. They got a place on the Springfield Road which is just the worst road to buy a house. It splits Protestant & Catholic communities & there were riots & murders every week. It's where I got my fantastic forearm scar when I was a kid. He was followed & stalked by the Provisionals everywhere & when we moved to Poleglas (an estate in West Belfast) they sent a few guys there to make sure he didn't turn the Estate Official. Strangely enough one of the men that was sent to keep an eye on him, they got to jknow eachother & became best friends. He then put thaqt life behind him & joined the SDLP (peaceful Irish Nationalist party). We lived in that poor estate until it became too bad to function (bomb at the end of my street, soldiers shot, drug abuse, car theft u name it) we then moved to the suberbs of North Belfast & it was a disaster. It was an interface area & riots were common. It got too much & my parents split. He moved back West & discovered he had Cancer & another baby on the way to another woman. He died in 1999, I dont remember much everyone cried but me, my Ma took it worse than I thought she would. By this stage she was diagnosed with Lupus & has lived with it's madness since.
All this shapes a person. My Da was notr a bad guy just a rampant Irish Republican Socialist. He loved all his kids as did my ma (and still does). It's shaped me & maybe some of the sins of the father were echoed by the son but so were the great things about him.
Yea families...ya can't pick em.
Moar like
Either way you look like a man?
he looka like a man
Holyone of mine is too.
We have so much in common!
I like Kung-Fu.
My dad was the kind of kid that broke off pencils in the lock of every door in the school just so he didn't have to take a test he forgot to study for. My mom thinks the morning after pill is abortion (and does not approve of abortion obviously). Tadaaah here I am.
Best friends?!Holy
We have so much in common!
4 evarBest friends?!Holy
We have so much in common!
I like Kung-Fu.
My parents are both psycho dorks.
Good on you. I wasn't really close to my father growing up (anger issues bad enough to about end the marriage and alienate his only child for many years). Now he's had to failed knee surgeries so I've moved back to run the garage while I go to school.
Truth be told, if he did more physical therapy he could get a lot more range of motion back than he has in his knee and be a happier person for it. His body builds way more scar tissue that it needs to and so physical therapy is very difficult for him. The doctors told him that, and he understood it as physical therapy won't do any good so he doesn't try because it hurts.
I love him, but in some ways he disappoints me. The knee has made him old before his time. He used to be stubborn about getting something done if he could, now he's stubborn about finding ways to be lazy.
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