Happy Fathers Day

[Rollie]

Wishing all Dads ( and Grand Dads ) a Happy Fathers Day . Enjoy the children while you got 'em , they grow up way too fast ! :clapping:

 

[magna_dude74]

Good Morning and Happy Fathers day. Hope you have a chance to hug and kiss them today, I will when I see my kids, just like when they were babies. They realy hate "COCHY-COCHY-COO"

 

[SpecOps13]

Happy Fathers Day to all.

My Son and Grandson are in Alaska and I'm in Florida. :-(

My Son got cheated, today's his Birthday too.:biglaugh:


Dave

 

[nd4topspd]

F.A.T.H.E.R.S.
"F" aithful.
"A" lways there.
"T" rustworthy.
"H" onoring.
"E" ver-loving.
"R" ighteous.
"S" upportive.

Happy Fathers Dayunk:

 

[spursmech]

unk: Amen nd4topspd.

 

[FREERIDER]

Happy Fathers to all.
Bailing wire and duct tape, Dad could fix anything with those two things.

FREERIDER has a POSSE. (his kids) WOOOOOOHOOOOOOOOO
We're gonna go see the Padres play today in the ballpark that Daddy helped build.

 

[twistedmax]

HappyFathersDay GUYS:clapping:, my son just gave me a hug:biglaugh: and a gopro helmet cam, its great when they grow up!unk:

 

[kaboom]

HAPPY FATHER'S DAY!!!!!!:clapping:

 

[nd4topspd]

HappyFathersDay GUYS:clapping:, my son just gave me a hug:biglaugh: and a gopro helmet cam, its great when they grow up!unk:

Don't know what I would do without my son as well. He just brought me out a rootbeer float from Sonic to my work. It's 101 degrees here. He made my day for sure:biglaugh:

 

[vmaxride06]

Happy Fathers Days Men

 

[overzat]

happy fathers day brothers

 

[RaWarrior]

F.A.T.H.E.R.S.
"F" aithful.
"A" lways there.
"T" rustworthy.
"H" onoring.
"E" ver-loving.
"R" ighteous.
"S" upportive.

Happy Fathers Dayunk:

That may be true for some(most) dads, however today I didn't see, or honestly even think of my father. He's too busy with his "party for one" to worry about petty issues like family, always has been as long as I can remember.

Faithful? If you mean sexual fidelty, then yes. He's 50 pounds overweight and has a beer gut that would put most rednecks to shame, so I imagine that would be pretty tough not to be. He does have a rather extensive collection of porn(videos and paper) that he thinks we don't know about also. One time I took one of the tapes, let it play until things "really got going", then set the VCR to c-span and hit record, taping over the rest of it and put it back. Oh man was so puzzled because he doesn't know that any VCR can record things. He actually asked me about it.

Always there? Not even close. I was always the "band geek" in high school, never much into sports. Of probably a dozen concerts, he made it to maybe two. The rest he was either too drunk to go to, or didn't want to go because my mother was going.

Trustworthy? Nope. In fact, he lies about pretty much everything that didn't happen 25+ years ago when his life wasn't a joke(and then it's a gross exaggeration). He breaks things around the house and with a straight face blames the cat, throws away important mail (out of spite) then swears he didn't, and generally does the opposite of things you ask him just to be a douche.

Honoring? If you call spousal abuse honoring, then yes.

Ever-loving? Multiple times he's sworn that "he has no son" and called me every name he can think of because I didn't want to play football, poured out his booze, or neglected to take his side on the constant fight between him and my mother. Of course he swears he would never say such a thing. Did I mention he lies a lot? The only part he loves about me is that I fix all the stuff he breaks around the house and do all his chores for him in the rare case I'm around home for more than a few minutes.

Righteous? Virtues include alcoholism, dishonesty, anger, laziness to the extreme, and perpetual self-pity that he takes out on anyone or anything in sight. Carelessness also makes an appearance in the form of drunk driving, because liquor stores and porn shops don't offer delivery. Also enjoys intentionally wasting money on stupid shit to annoy my mother. Needless to say my father has been unemployed for going on 25 years now, and that isn't likely to change anytime soon. Specializes in getting thrown out of public places(restaurants ect) due to his drunken/obnoxious behavior. I've seen 5 year olds better behaved at a restaurant.

Supportive? Pretty much from when I started middle school and wasn't participating in the activities he expected I should, he stopped caring. Music was for fags, band was for losers. Real men played sports, preferably full contact ones. When he got sober long enough to leave the bathroom for more than a few minutes, he'd pretend like he backed whatever choice I made, but never enough to bother to pick me up from after school rehearsal(forcing me to wait around for another hour and get the "late bus", so I got home about 2 hours later than if he would have driven 10 minutes to pick me up). I play hockey at the intramural level now in college, though if you asked him on any given day what school I go to or where it is he couldn't answer you. He never calls me(except for one particularly hilarious call where he blamed me for breaking the snowblower and to come home and fix it despite me being 200 miles away, his car was snowed in and he couldn't get out to go to the liquor store) and doesn't answer if I call, so I stopped trying to inform him of what's going on. Even if I did tell him, he'd swear I didn't later for an excuse to spite me for something he believes I did or didn't do.

Father's day. Bah. I feel like Scrooge at Christmas time. All this stuff I see about happy father/son times, I didn't see shit of that. I got scooby-dooby screwed in that department. I don't hate him from what he did(or more specifically didn't do) to me, but I do for what he's put my mother through, which I don't need to detail here. I don't blame him for my shortcomings, I'm not going to be on Oprah preaching about my dysfunctional/heavy alcoholic father. Truthfully, I largely ignore him. I live in a different place in the summer, and the rest of the year I'm away at school. I see him as little as possible and go out of my way to do so. I rode 550 miles yesterday in about 13 hours instead of 380 because I didn't want to spend the night at home with him, so I elected to ride an extra 90 miles each way from the cabin. A main reason for buying a bike was the ability to leave home on a moment's notice. I bought a car(a rusted out F150) as soon as I could for that very reason, and a bike (Suzuki GS450) came shortly afterward. I knew I couldn't depend on my father for anything(he frequently forgot to show up, requiring me to call my friend's fathers to do the same thing), and my mother advised me to think independently at a relatively early age (about 15 or so, I was driving on my own before I even had a license because we both agreed it was better than riding with my drunk father).

I guess I'm being cynical and rant-y but seeing fathers day plastered everywhere makes me feel jipped out of something. Not sure what, but it bugs me a bit this time of year. The rest of the time I find it surprisingly easy to completely put my father out of my mind. So yes, happy fathers day to all the hardworking men out there doing the full time job of being a father. I'm sure you all deserve it. My father gets a big box of nothing, because I just called him, he answered with a friendly "what do you want", and I asked him if he knew what day it was. He responded with "whatever game you're trying to pull I'm really getting tired of it", and hung up on me.

 

[nd4topspd]

That may be true for some(most) dads, however today I didn't see, or honestly even think of my father. He's too busy with his "party for one" to worry about petty issues like family, always has been as long as I can remember.

Faithful? If you mean sexual fidelty, then yes. He's 50 pounds overweight and has a beer gut that would put most rednecks to shame, so I imagine that would be pretty tough not to be. He does have a rather extensive collection of porn(videos and paper) that he thinks we don't know about also. One time I took one of the tapes, let it play until things "really got going", then set the VCR to c-span and hit record, taping over the rest of it and put it back. Oh man was so puzzled because he doesn't know that any VCR can record things. He actually asked me about it.

Always there? Not even close. I was always the "band geek" in high school, never much into sports. Of probably a dozen concerts, he made it to maybe two. The rest he was either too drunk to go to, or didn't want to go because my mother was going.

Trustworthy? Nope. In fact, he lies about pretty much everything that didn't happen 25+ years ago when his life wasn't a joke(and then it's a gross exaggeration). He breaks things around the house and with a straight face blames the cat, throws away important mail (out of spite) then swears he didn't, and generally does the opposite of things you ask him just to be a douche.

Honoring? If you call spousal abuse honoring, then yes.

Ever-loving? Multiple times he's sworn that "he has no son" and called me every name he can think of because I didn't want to play football, poured out his booze, or neglected to take his side on the constant fight between him and my mother. Of course he swears he would never say such a thing. Did I mention he lies a lot? The only part he loves about me is that I fix all the stuff he breaks around the house and do all his chores for him in the rare case I'm around home for more than a few minutes.

Righteous? Virtues include alcoholism, dishonesty, anger, laziness to the extreme, and perpetual self-pity that he takes out on anyone or anything in sight. Carelessness also makes an appearance in the form of drunk driving, because liquor stores and porn shops don't offer delivery. Also enjoys intentionally wasting money on stupid shit to annoy my mother. Needless to say my father has been unemployed for going on 25 years now, and that isn't likely to change anytime soon. Specializes in getting thrown out of public places(restaurants ect) due to his drunken/obnoxious behavior. I've seen 5 year olds better behaved at a restaurant.

Supportive? Pretty much from when I started middle school and wasn't participating in the activities he expected I should, he stopped caring. Music was for fags, band was for losers. Real men played sports, preferably full contact ones. When he got sober long enough to leave the bathroom for more than a few minutes, he'd pretend like he backed whatever choice I made, but never enough to bother to pick me up from after school rehearsal(forcing me to wait around for another hour and get the "late bus", so I got home about 2 hours later than if he would have driven 10 minutes to pick me up). I play hockey at the intramural level now in college, though if you asked him on any given day what school I go to or where it is he couldn't answer you.

Father's day. Bah. I feel like Scrooge at Christmas time. All this stuff I see about happy father/son times, I didn't see shit of that. I got scooby-dooby screwed in that department. I don't hate him from what he did to me, but I do for what he's put my mother through, which I don't need to detail here. I don't blame him for my shortcomings, I'm not going to be on Oprah preaching about my dysfunctional/heavy alcoholic father. Truthfully, I largely ignore him. I live in a different place in the summer, and the rest of the year I'm away at school. I see him as little as possible and go out of my way to do so. I rode 550 miles yesterday instead of 380 because I didn't want to spend the night at home with him, so I elected to ride an extra 90 miles each way from the cabin. A main reason for buying a bike was the ability to leave home on a moment's notice. I bought a car(a rusted out F150) as soon as I could for that very reason, and a bike (Suzuki GS450) came shortly afterward. I knew I couldn't depend on my father for anything(he frequently forgot to show up, requiring me to call my friend's fathers to do the same thing), and my mother advised me to think independently at a relatively early age (about 15 or so, I was driving on my own before I even had a license because we both agreed it was better than riding with my drunk father).

I guess I'm being cynical and rant-y but seeing fathers day plastered everywhere makes me feel jipped out of something. Not sure what, but it bugs me a bit this time of year. The rest of the time I find it surprisingly easy to completely put my father out of my mind.

My friend I can totally understand where you are after what you have shared. Life ain't fair alot of the time for sure. I have no expertise in advise but I will say you have made a huge step in the right direction being able to see how your dad has treated you. I would use what you have learned to teach your son how a dad should be. I will tell you my dad was far from perfect and that goes for me as well. I have made some pretty bonehead mistakes myself but what I will shut up with is what I posted was the example of my heavenly father and I just hope my son thinks I at least tried to pattern my life after Him.
Sorry for your bad day man:wave bye:

 

[Redbone]

That may be true for some(most) dads, however today I didn't see, or honestly even think of my father. He's too busy with his "party for one" to worry about petty issues like family, always has been as long as I can remember.

Faithful? If you mean sexual fidelty, then yes. He's 50 pounds overweight and has a beer gut that would put most rednecks to shame, so I imagine that would be pretty tough not to be. He does have a rather extensive collection of porn(videos and paper) that he thinks we don't know about also. One time I took one of the tapes, let it play until things "really got going", then set the VCR to c-span and hit record, taping over the rest of it and put it back. Oh man was so puzzled because he doesn't know that any VCR can record things. He actually asked me about it.

Always there? Not even close. I was always the "band geek" in high school, never much into sports. Of probably a dozen concerts, he made it to maybe two. The rest he was either too drunk to go to, or didn't want to go because my mother was going.

Trustworthy? Nope. In fact, he lies about pretty much everything that didn't happen 25+ years ago when his life wasn't a joke(and then it's a gross exaggeration). He breaks things around the house and with a straight face blames the cat, throws away important mail (out of spite) then swears he didn't, and generally does the opposite of things you ask him just to be a douche.

Honoring? If you call spousal abuse honoring, then yes.

Ever-loving? Multiple times he's sworn that "he has no son" and called me every name he can think of because I didn't want to play football, poured out his booze, or neglected to take his side on the constant fight between him and my mother. Of course he swears he would never say such a thing. Did I mention he lies a lot? The only part he loves about me is that I fix all the stuff he breaks around the house and do all his chores for him in the rare case I'm around home for more than a few minutes.

Righteous? Virtues include alcoholism, dishonesty, anger, laziness to the extreme, and perpetual self-pity that he takes out on anyone or anything in sight. Carelessness also makes an appearance in the form of drunk driving, because liquor stores and porn shops don't offer delivery. Also enjoys intentionally wasting money on stupid shit to annoy my mother. Needless to say my father has been unemployed for going on 25 years now, and that isn't likely to change anytime soon. Specializes in getting thrown out of public places(restaurants ect) due to his drunken/obnoxious behavior. I've seen 5 year olds better behaved at a restaurant.

Supportive? Pretty much from when I started middle school and wasn't participating in the activities he expected I should, he stopped caring. Music was for fags, band was for losers. Real men played sports, preferably full contact ones. When he got sober long enough to leave the bathroom for more than a few minutes, he'd pretend like he backed whatever choice I made, but never enough to bother to pick me up from after school rehearsal(forcing me to wait around for another hour and get the "late bus", so I got home about 2 hours later than if he would have driven 10 minutes to pick me up). I play hockey at the intramural level now in college, though if you asked him on any given day what school I go to or where it is he couldn't answer you. He never calls me(except for one particularly hilarious call where he blamed me for breaking the snowblower and to come home and fix it despite me being 200 miles away, his car was snowed in and he couldn't get out to go to the liquor store) and doesn't answer if I call, so I stopped trying to inform him of what's going on. Even if I did tell him, he'd swear I didn't later for an excuse to spite me for something he believes I did or didn't do.

Father's day. Bah. I feel like Scrooge at Christmas time. All this stuff I see about happy father/son times, I didn't see shit of that. I got scooby-dooby screwed in that department. I don't hate him from what he did(or more specifically didn't do) to me, but I do for what he's put my mother through, which I don't need to detail here. I don't blame him for my shortcomings, I'm not going to be on Oprah preaching about my dysfunctional/heavy alcoholic father. Truthfully, I largely ignore him. I live in a different place in the summer, and the rest of the year I'm away at school. I see him as little as possible and go out of my way to do so. I rode 550 miles yesterday in about 13 hours instead of 380 because I didn't want to spend the night at home with him, so I elected to ride an extra 90 miles each way from the cabin. A main reason for buying a bike was the ability to leave home on a moment's notice. I bought a car(a rusted out F150) as soon as I could for that very reason, and a bike (Suzuki GS450) came shortly afterward. I knew I couldn't depend on my father for anything(he frequently forgot to show up, requiring me to call my friend's fathers to do the same thing), and my mother advised me to think independently at a relatively early age (about 15 or so, I was driving on my own before I even had a license because we both agreed it was better than riding with my drunk father).

I guess I'm being cynical and rant-y but seeing fathers day plastered everywhere makes me feel jipped out of something. Not sure what, but it bugs me a bit this time of year. The rest of the time I find it surprisingly easy to completely put my father out of my mind. So yes, happy fathers day to all the hardworking men out there doing the full time job of being a father. I'm sure you all deserve it. My father gets a big box of nothing, because I just called him, he answered with a friendly "what do you want", and I asked him if he knew what day it was. He responded with "whatever game you're trying to pull I'm really getting tired of it", and hung up on me.

I hear ya Ryan, my dad was a drunk as well, did well enough when he wasn't in a bottle. He wasn't often far from one of his bottles he had stashed all over the place. I was lucky to have a couple excellent examples of men step in the father role for me once my dad gave up for good. I was able to get in touch with one of them today to thank him and wish him a happy fathers day.
There are a lot of paths you can take in your life and having to choose at a young age which direction to go in is tough. I hope you had your mentor(s) to help you along your way. From what I know of you is that you did very well with choosing the right path.
If you ever need someone to talk to I'm always here. I'll PM you my phone number if you like. Be well my friend!
Brian

 

[Slacker]

I was fortunate. I had a pretty good God fearing man for a father. He was a WW II vet in the Pacific. Years after died, I ended up with another daddy. My dad was gone and he had lost both of his sons at an early age, so we just kinda meshed. He was a huge, S Baptist preacher, with a growly voice, but he loved people to death. He was a retired army combat engineer 1st shirt. He fought hard in Europe and Korea. He almost lost his life in both wars, taking many, himself. I got him to slip and talk of some battles. His wife was astonished when she would overhear us. She said she didn't know any of what he told me. When his wife died, when I showed up at the funeral, he came out and got me. I sat with the family.
I now have 5 road rats and 4 grand rats. I'm thankful for every one.
I had a good day. After church, I washed the Max, then we went to town for dinner. We went all out. Denny's! Momma got me the full set of Miami Vice.
BTW, I found this after the 5th kid. Believe it or not, the stork has nothing to do with having kids. I could of saved a bundle on shot shells. Storks are kinda tasty. Just gotta cook 'em right.
Happy Father's Day.
Mark

 

[RagingMain]

Happy Fathers Day to all.

My Son and Grandson are in Alaska and I'm in Florida. :-(

My Son got cheated, today's his Birthday too.:biglaugh:


Dave

Hey its my birthday too. I just turned 40 and still going strong :happybday::th_image003::th_SmileyBoobs::th_biggun::th_11::th_drink:

 

[FREERIDER]

Ha, thats cool. Happy Birthday RagingMain.

SHIT!
I had something written out about my Dad and lost it some how.:bang head::bang head:

But had A GREAT DAY WITH THE KIDS TODAY AT THE BALLPARK. So cool. :eusa_dance: More little kids sitting behind us and cool people in front. I didnt even know, but they were giving away baseball gloves to the kids on the way in and THEY EVEN let parents and kids on the field after the game to play catch with foam baseballs. It was allot of fun. :eusa_dance::eusa_dance::eusa_dance:

FREERIDER HAS A POSSE

 

[Rollie]

I was fortunate. I had a pretty good God fearing man for a father. He was a WW II vet in the Pacific. Years after died, I ended up with another daddy. My dad was gone and he had lost both of his sons at an early age, so we just kinda meshed. He was a huge, S Baptist preacher, with a growly voice, but he loved people to death. He was a retired army combat engineer 1st shirt. He fought hard in Europe and Korea. He almost lost his life in both wars, taking many, himself. I got him to slip and talk of some battles. His wife was astonished when she would overhear us. She said she didn't know any of what he told me. When his wife died, when I showed up at the funeral, he came out and got me. I sat with the family.
I now have 5 road rats and 4 grand rats. I'm thankful for every one.
I had a good day. After church, I washed the Max, then we went to town for dinner. We went all out. Denny's! Momma got me the full set of Miami Vice.
BTW, I found this after the 5th kid. Believe it or not, the stork has nothing to do with having kids. I could of saved a bundle on shot shells. Storks are kinda tasty. Just gotta cook 'em right.
Happy Father's Day.
Mark

Good to hear you had a great Dad who also was a vet !

Combat Engineers - '68-'74 . Tough bunch ! :flagwaver:

 

[4gasem]

Wishing all Dads ( and Grand Dads ) a Happy Fathers Day . Enjoy the children while you got 'em , they grow up way too fast ! :clapping:

Mine's still in the maturation chamber. :eusa_dance: 3 more months and life as I know it will change FOR EVER!

 

[Lotsokids]

A couple wise sayings:

No old guy near death said, "I wish I spent more time at the office."

Silence is golden, but duct tape is silver.