quote:My father sells a set of infrared sensors that plug into a computer/display unit, and measure the the oxygen in your brain. He's the company's top salesman, and I'm proud of him. His sense of humor takes some getting used to, but after that he really is fun. He can also pass for at least ten years younger than he really is.
So quoth Sentow:
Who is your daddy, and what does he do?
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On topic: Musician. Gruff, dosen't show much emotion to anyone except maybe two people. Rather blunt with everyone else, when he speaks at all.
My dad works at the local computer shop; he services, repairs, replaces, buys, sells, all the good stuff. He's got a college degree in computer technology and a brief history with the armed forces, where he picked up the guitar, which he plays to this day. He has two, and he uses both part-time, and teaches me a thing or two every once in awhile. One is a circa-1960s Guild Thunderbird, which is rather funky, and I think there's a picture for it kicking around somewhere, but I don't feel like digging it up right now. The guitar is really nice, and also really rare, and the funny thing is we found it in our attic; we didn't even know it existed. It was in bad shape at the time, but it's a bit better now. It still shows its age, but it also hasn't recieved a professional refinish, so I guess that's to be expected.
His other guitar is an acoustic, a bit less valuable than our Guild, but still rather nice in tone. I don't remember the brand name, but it's the one he's had the longest. It's 25 years old, and still in great shape.
My dad has his bouts of self-doubt, but I always try to be there for him. Yeah, that sounds cheesy, but it's true. I really have a lot of faith in his ability and in him as a person, and I'm willing to stand by him no matter what. I guess I'm the stereotyped loving son, but whatever. I know my dad's human too, and he's always there for me...I just want to return the favor.
I'm currently living with him in his appartment.
He charges a little more than most other dentists would, but it's worth it. He gives 99% painless shots, uses a laser instead of a drill whenever possible (He even gave me an old molar he had stored from a patient he pulled it from. I played around with the laser drill, it was KICKASS), and has this kickass intra-oral camera that he has hooked up to a computer, so he can take before-and-after pictures, show people beforehand how bleaching teeth will improve their smile (It has some awesome image-enhancing software), and cool shit like that.
Best of all, he gets to refer to me as his office's computer technician. 
My dad. We've never gotten along really. Mom's always said we're 'cut from the same cloth', or 'too much alike'. I hated that with a passion when I was younger. I suppose I can see it now though.
Anyways..
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My dad owns his own company. It's a small corporation, consisting of about 8 employees, and they're manufacturer's representatives for the printed circuit industry. They're pretty sucessful, and life is good for them.
He's been a state champion trap, skeet and sporting clays shooter, and has placed a few times in the Empire State Games. He loves his dogs. Duck and deer hunter extrordinaire, and insane outdoorsman.
Growing up with dad was always a combination of being ill at ease, and outright, object terror.
He ran his house like a tyrant. Under his roof, it was his rules.
I broke curfew: Screaming lecture.
I brought home less than a C on a report card: Screaming hours long lecture, then grounded for the entire next marking period.
He found out I had started smoking: Told me he'd break my both arms if he ever saw me with a cigarette.
He was away a lot... he travels for his business, so it was weeks of total freedom (thanks mom!!! ) followed by total lockdown.
I remember him leaving on a trip when I was about 5 years old. Mom and I were watching the car pull out of the drive, when I uttered the words "Good riddance."
That pretty much sums up my feelings towards him for the next two decades.
All throughout my formative years, he was a semi-abusive, drunken, womanizer. Mom claimed he used to be different (they started dating their junior year in HS... can you imagine?). I suppose she would know.
Well... he's since cleaned up his act, alot. He's no longer drinking a quart of scotch a day, or going off on blinding rages.
He's older, he's mellowed out a lot. He's had a few scares, medically speaking. He no longer tries to control the lives of myself and my mother under a tight rein.
Mom says he's more like he used to be. I'm glad for her. Personally, I've never been more than lukewarm about the man who provided half of my genetic code, but.. he's my dad. *shrugs*
He admits now that he'd do things a lot differently if he could turn back the clock, and raise me all over again.
I guess that really does say it all. It's been a bizarre, twisted life... but many have had it worse. He supported me. He wasn't a deadbeat. My parents never divorced, through everything.
Next January is their 35th anniversary. Time to start saving to get them something nice, just to say thank you.
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edit: wow, that turned out a lot longer than I'd anticipated. Those who read it all, thanks. It's not meant as a pity bitch session... it just all came tumbling out.
TO BRADSKY!
Under capitalism, man exploits man. Under communism, it's just the opposite. - John Kenneth Galbraith
Coffee shop downstairs though, so that makes it cool.
My Dad has also had a bit of a troubled past. Alcoholic at a very young age, and it was either death, or he quit it, at the age of.. hmm.. 19.
And he did. Been in AA for like.. 26 years or so now.
He's a Geologist by trade however. Tried Engineering, didn't like it, so he went to rocks.
Uh, lessee.. He's in Karate with me.. He beats the living shit out of me there. It's great fun, to be honest. No better way to take out pent up anger against your parents then by trying to beat them.
Yeah. I dont have much else to say.
Me and him used to not get along but we do now.
He is like the warehouse manager at the Marine Corps Exchange here in town. He is also a retired marine after 20 1/2 years. He was in Kuwait also during alot of the Gulf War.
He does some real estate appraisals on the side with my grandpa, and he is into sports and such.
He also has been told that he looks like Goldberg.
During the week he works at an auto-yard, moving the cars onto the trucks and trains in preparation to be shipped out across Canada
On the weekends he is the head bouncer at a local bar/nightclub, Jokers
He used to be a heavy drinker, but quit cold turkey the day I was born, and hasn't touched alcohol since
He smokes, but only outside due to my mild allergy to cigarrete smoke
Him and my Mom have been married 20 years and counting, happily I might add.
Minister at their wedding said it wouldn't last a week 
All in all, couldn't ask for a better father.
^^^
Our Guild Thunderbird.
Hrm. He gives up puns for lent. Seriously. Has since before I was born. Is very hard for him. He was raised Catholic, on a farm in rural Louisville, with 7 brothers and sisters. (named, btw, Peter, Mary, Constance, Andrew, Thomas, Paul, Matthew, and his name is Philip).
When we were little, we were regaled with stories about things he and his brothers did to each other. (Like putting moustraps in the toes of his sister's slippers, and all over the floor, and on the light cord.)
He collects poison bottles. Wierd as it seems... He belongs to the Ohio bottle club, and goes out on digs, and digs them up.... Has quite a large collection, too.
He first worked for Winter Ind. and... I have no idea what he did. He worked there til I was about 7, and remeber him coming home, and his clothes smelling like the facorty.... That smell still makes me ill. It wasn't smoke, or oil, or sweat... it was this wierd smell, thatkind of smelled like manufactured cinnamon, or somthing. I hated it.
Then he was transfered to working for Kasier. I know he made some form of car parts, but, once again, I was to young to know, or care, expect he worked in "the big brown building." Then he got layed off... again, and again, and again. He sold about $5,000 dollarsfrom his bottle collection so that we would be able to keep our house... And finally, when he refused to cross te picket line, he was pretty much fired.
He got a new job, at Timken Co. He LOVES it. It's his dream job. He makes Ballbearings, and he has honestly said he doesn't want to retire. He's very happy, though he's currently working midnights.
Anyhow... my dad..He's funny. He akes me laugh alot of the time. When he was little, he'd do voices for us... Goofy, and Mickey Mouse. He'd always take outrageous bets gainst us, to teach us soe sort of lesson, wether it be things you can do, or things that are impossible, so we would't get swindled when we were older.
He loves working with his hands. He spends a lot of time down in the basement, in his workshop, working on his latest thing. And... anything he comes up with is beautiful.
He also has the most peculiar trait. If you name ANY B movie, just by being like "Well, there were these guys, and they were killing this family "blahblahblah" .... he can name it. He's the LAST peron in te world, you want to play Trivial Pursuit against.He has all of these wierd facts, all stored up in his head.
He also reads Sci-fi and fantasy, like the rest of my family. That, in fact, is how my parents met. A Harry (Canton Sci-fi book club) meeting. I remeber him putting a huge blow up enterprize on our ceiling fan for a party, and driving the cat nuts. 
Anyhow... I think I've gone on long enough. I love my dad very very much.
He worked in the navy for .. gosh.. 20 years or so. He was the "Fix it all" guy on the boat, really. Cant find that wire that makes the ballast go? Find Roy.
Still scared the piss out of 'em that they put a nuclear reactor on a sub, though.
What I mean by him being Homer, is.. well, When I was little, I always likened him to Homer. Suit every day, going off to the power plant.. But he gave saftey lectures, and whatnot.
My dad had a way with teaching, though. He could take the most complicated subject (Say, theoretical physics of the universe as a whole) and explain it so a teenager, a college student, and a monkey who knew sign language could understand it.. at the same time. I still remember discussions about time and space, and black holes and stuff around the dinner table.
Then, before even his 50th birthday, he got sick. Turns out it was Mesothelioma (Phoenetially spelled, methinks), a semi-common type of Cancer of the Plural lining of the lungs, caused by inhalation of Asbestos.. back when he was in the navy, refitting boilers with that stuff.
He celebrated his 50th birthday, at not even 3/4 of his pre-illness weight, in the hospital.
He died at home on January 5th, '95.. 10 days before his 23rd wedding anniversary.
I envy each and every one of you.
On the outside, my dad appears somewhat flawless. He owns and runs two companies and has maybe 110-115 employees combined. He's filthy rich. He's in great shape despite his age of 45. He's never violent and rarely gets upset. Never drinks. Never smoked, never has. Has a decent sense of humor. Has good knowledge of computers and is rather intelligent.
Unfortunately, this has all gotten to his head. He knows how "holy" he is, and he'll be sure to let you know. Overall, though, I can bear with his attempts to make me be like him. He's a decent fella.
They lived a hard existance in hard times. When he was just a tyke, his oldest brother ran away from home and has never been heard of since. One of his sisters caught Scarlet Fever and died at the age of 5. They ate food that they caught or raised. His mother was a Cherokee Indian halfbreed and knew how to choose what weeds were edible, and how to garden.
The kids were working for richer farmer families in the area, in order to help their father with providing for the family. They went to school in a one-room schoolhouse in Wanda.
As my father grew older he took on odder jobs. Once he even worked in the basement of a hospital, helping the coroner to do autopsies on the dead.
He joined the Marine Corps and saw many things. He was present at Atomic bomb testings at the Christmas Islands. He was in Viet Nam before the official war happened. He was Air Rescue there in 1958-1961.
He made his success in life as a carsalesman. He eventually owned his own car lot, after years of working for others as salesman, and even General Manager of Sales.
He has been married 6 times and has 5 children that he sired from 3 of those wives. His current wife had 3 of her own.
He is now retired, suffering from Lupus and Fibromyalgia.
I love my Daddy. He has seen so much in life and he is one of the most wise men I have ever known. He didn't need a college education to become so wise, he is the product of necessity, and he has made a success from meager beginnings.
He married, had three kids (my half sister, and my two half brothers), and later divorced...and then found my mom and married her in the early 1980's (and had ME and my little brother)!
I have to admit I'm a little daddy's girl. And he's the kind of dad who carries a gun by his bed to ward off any guys who try to pass the threshold of my bedroom door. Mwahaha. But he was careful not to spoil me. He also taught me things like Math and public-speaking and how to act around other people... Because that is his job. He's the Personnel Director.
And also, he's probably the most patient person I know. He never yelled at me, but when he was mad at me, he'd just say he was 'so dissapointed in me', and that was 1,000 times worse then getting yelled at. My mom, however, has yet to perfect his technique of punishment... (Broke 3 wooden spoons on me when I was little! )
I luv my daddy.
That's all.
Should've said something, but I've said it enough
By the way my words were faded
Rather waste some time with you...
quote:
Tegadil stopped staring at Deedlit long enough to write:
My dad owns a gunshop. Therefore, my dad > your dad
No, my dad owns a bank safe full of guns that the government doesn't know about. Therefore, my Dad > Your Dad.
I'm not complaining.
My dad, hell.. both of my parents, absolutely rock.
My dad also has Multiple Schlorosis, and due to Judicial problems with my mother it is starting to act up again. My mother is about the only person I know who hates my father. She's crazy anyway though.
My dad is also one of the few people I know of who can Pay 100 bucks a week in child support, pay for a 18,000 dollar Truck, pay for a nice, new house, and buy his kids and GF nice things, all on a 20,000 dollar a year paycheck. What can I say, he's very good with money.
My dad is one of those guys that when you start talking to him, before you know it your telling him your life story, and all of your problems and pains. He is the kind of guy that people follow.
I love my father very much.
He's really cool.
Archers Roxxors!
My dad was born in 1953, I think. I suck with dates. He was born in southern Italy, and for the life of me I cannot recall the name of the town. Unimportant. He was one of the middle children in a large, boisterous, fun family. All his siblings were fun and his mom was absolutely adorable; I'm proud to call her my grandmother, and she remains close to the family even though she's resting in the other half of life now. She passed away a year ago. But I'm straying...
He came over to Canada when he was three years old. He was GOING to come by one ship, but his dad fell ill the day before, and they had to stay. They were all pretty grumbly about it... until they found out that the boat sank, and there were no survivors...
His father got a job with the TTC and they got a house in Toronto. His father was rather strict about certain things, and was an absolute ogre about money, but nothing horrible happened during his childhood, and he met mom when she joined his band after high school, and the rest I don't particularily care to get detailed over .
He's inherited his father's ogreness over money, unfortunately, and this is made worse by the fact that the store he runs (sells/repairs/teaches instruments) isnt' doing so well at the moment. As said, he's a bit gruff, and shows his affection to everyone but mom in a rather weird way (he stands back and just observes for a while, but if we do something he dosen't like he comes down on us like the wrath of heaven). Unlike mom, though, he gives us freedom in most aspects of our lives... he realizes he dosen't need to guide us and inch us through life, just be there if we make some stupid decisions (which I do far too much).
What he did for a living was not who he was, though he did some impressive things.
I'll miss him.
He died when he was 54 from cancer.
I miss him.
Always remember to enjoy your parents why they are still here, because they won't be forever.
-Tok [ 05-02-2002: Message edited by: Toktuk ]
He's very caring, fond of children, honestly generous, and very intelligent.
He's also an anesthesiologist, specializing in children, and heart surgery.
I am too lazy to go on and on about him, but he's cool.
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Lashanna had this to say about dark elf butts:
My dad is a great guy.He's very caring, fond of children, honestly generous, and very intelligent.
He's also an anesthesiologist, specializing in children, and heart surgery.
I am too lazy to go on and on about him, but he's cool.
Your dad is so cool, he reminded me to listen to Comfortably numb.
What I can tell you is... he was orignally born in Denmark, and emmigrated with his parents around god knows when He met my mom (she will not tell me how) and married her (she will not tell me WHY). And then had me, then my brother.
He was a drunk, an abuser, had huge anger management problems, and was a complete and total idiot.
He left when I was six. I was happy.
Problem is, he got replaced by another asshole. And this one does not leave
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Problem is, he got replaced by another asshole. And this one does not leave
Tegadil thought you had a sledgehammer?
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The logic train ran off the tracks when Lashanna said:
My dad is a great guy.He's very caring, fond of children, honestly generous, and very intelligent.
He's also an anesthesiologist, specializing in children, and heart surgery.
I am too lazy to go on and on about him, but he's cool.
Neat. My dad is an anesthesiologist as well. He's head of ambulatory anesthesia at my city's medical center.
He's one of the most well-read people I've known. He's got a big interest in philosophy, and a personal library like you wouldn't believe. He's also the house's big-time EQ player. He's a great guy, I love sitting down to a good talk with him over dinner.
In the beginning the Universe was created.Douglas Adams, 1952-2001
My dad didn't have the best home life. My grandpa was always rather stingy with money. My father never had enough when he was growing up, be it clothes or toys or what. My mom kind of tries to spoil him because of that.
My Mom and Dad lived down the street from each other their entire lives. He liked her, but he was too shy to pursue her. She had to chase him. He left home when he was 17, and went to the Army, but he kept contact with my mom, even though I don't think they were "together" quite yet.
My mom got pregnant the first time she ever slept with someone, by another guy she was dating at the time. My dad was 22, and my mom was 19. My mom's told me about how, when she was pregnant, he came back and told her they should get married. 5 days later, my oldest sister was born. They named her Billie Jo, in honor of my father, William Joseph.
I really respect my father for that. He loved my mother so much, he took on another man's baby. Things weren't easy for them, because he was an alcoholic in the beginning of their marriage, but they made it. He quit cold turkey about a year or two before I was born, after he crashed their station wagon. And they just celebrated 32 years in January.
My dad's a lot like me. We don't like being bothered when we're doing something, mainly reading. We can easily entertain ourselves, and like doing that, rather than having to sit and do what we hate. I end up in my room, he in his room, Mom in the living room. She gets lonely, so I've tried to institute Video Night, so we can all get together. But mostly my dad and I just want to do our own thing.
Since he's retired, my dad has a lot of spare time. He's on disability, because he has emphysema, so he can't do much, but he does have projects. He likes to garden, which I do, too. And he builds things. He rebuilt our privacy fence into a shorter one, because he didn't like having one up, the doghouse before the dog ran away, and his mini-shed out back. He likes working with his hands, a trait I inherited from him.
He can be a bit overbearing at times, but he's usually very understanding. He was thrilled to hear I was pregnant, rather than disappointed. He loves Simon very much, and he misses him when he's not around.
I love my Dad very much, too. He may not be Dad of the Year or the World's Best Dad or anything, but he's my perfect dad, and I wouldn't want anyone else. I'll be sad when his sickness takes him, but until then, I'll just enjoy having him around.
Lyinar Ka`Bael, Piney Fresh Druidess - Luclin
I love my father, but I do everything I can to not be him.
My father is the eternal martyr. Nothing is ever his fault, but anything that happens is undoubtedly someone else's doing. B's and C's were not good enough; he demanded perfection in our schoolwork - the fact that my oldest brother gave him that protection didn't make it any easier for the rest of us.
He had a very low opinion of all forms of entertainment; thinking our spare time would be best spent studying, and weekday nights were frequently filled with him wondering why we weren't studying instead of watching TV.
My father blows everything out of proportion, and turns into a whiney, helpless being with confronted with anything he doesn't understand, or if someone should ask HIM to do something for anyone else. He thinks he deserves to have the world revolve around him, and has very selective memory loss.
He is paranoid in the extreme; and any little disaster (like breaking a lamp) was met with a "Who broke this?"; not "How did it break?" Someone had to be personally responsible for every little mishap, and of course, all us kids were determined to cause the family financial ruin...
My father never physically abused us - it was more emotional, yet unconscious. The thought of a grade dropping one point on our report cards induced terror in us kids several times; which of course made us real anxious to bring school problems to him...
A bad progress report would bring a screaming fit from him, with declarations of our future jobs pumping gas...
He's committed acts of unparalled insensitivity in the past - when I first left RIT because I was miserable and failing, and suicidal, I went home to live with him. Did he get me counseling to help me deal with my sense of misery and failure? No; he made me his houseboy, scrubbing floors every Wednesday, and doing his laundry and making his bed every Tuesday and Thursday.
Spending money? Not if I didn't have a job and wasn't paying the rent; why should he? Borrow his car? Forget it - if I wanted to go anywhere I had to call my mother and have her come get me. I was constantly berated for not having a job, but gee, Dad; if you let me borrow the car I might be able to find a job...
He disapproved of spending money for us kid's entertainment, but his fridge full of beer always stayed full, and never saw him without his carton of cigs every week...
I'd better stop there for now...
"Don't want to sound like a fanboy, but I am with you. I'll buy it for sure, it's just a matter of for how long I will be playing it..."
- Silvast, Battle.net forums
