you can't actively seek out powder without expecting a coreshot or two along the way, right?
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you can't actively seek out powder without expecting a coreshot or two along the way, right?
My kids don't read this board except for the NSFW threads which we peruse before I tuck them into bed.
Even so, if they did read this thread, they are pereceptive enough that this isn't news to them. It's very hard to hide feelings from children.
My dad was my best friend and closest confidant.
Absolutely the best teacher and ski buddy I ever had.
Hell, it was he who introduced me to skiing, enough said.
He passed away in June 2005. I miss him terribly, and think about him every day.
I love my mom, and talk to her regularly. But we are not especially "close".
This is due to her bipolar disorder, particularly the meds she requires to keep an even keel. This leaves her flat, distant, emotionless.
It took me a looooooong time to come to grips with her situation.
It is not her fault, she rasied me well, and she does the best she can.
I am proud of her.
Now I'm going to wipe the tears off my keyboard.
Thank You Mom and Dad for all you have done for me.
It is greatly appreciated.
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I can't remember a single fight with my parents,( maybe I'm weird?). We didn't always agree, but never fought about it.Quote:
Originally Posted by leroy jenkins
You may not believe it, but my wife and I have never had a fight in 22 years of marriage.:eek: Being the youngest of three boys, I learned at an early age I could not get what I want by fighting (I'd lose), so I learn subtler techniques that have severed me well. :biggrin:
They got divorced when I was 6-7. Dad and I moved back to Colorado (where I was born), mom and sister stayed in Michigan. Haven't seen/heard from mom in over 4 years. My dad on the other hand was remarried once, divorced again this summer. He did a good job raising me but looking back on it the only thing that he ever really suported me in was dirt biking. Which for that I am forever indebted to him. Because of racing I have seen parts of the world that I never would have without. He also taught me to ski. But when it came to school, soccer, swiming, everything other than dirt biking he was never there for any of it. Now his biggest issue/problem is being alone. Its just him and his dog. He is having a very hard time accepting the fact that I am 24 getting married in March, and own my own house and company. He still thinks, acts, and treats me like I am 13. And that pisses me off, but we will both get over that somday.
My Parents are cool. Gave me a great platform to dive into life from.
They aren't shit hot skiers, but they still try in their mid 60's so thats what counts.
are those that you barely know
Can I vote for "Nostalgic"
They are long gone....but my mum must have been a decent skier in her youth...raced in the British Army Team in the latter 1940's.
We never had much money growing up and skiing was just not afordable at all so I never had the chane to ski with her.
My parents and I are completely different people. They had me at the ripe old age of 16, and my sister came along only 3 years later. I grew up in a trailer, nestled into a hole in the woods in the mid-Hudson valley. We were poor, but they worked their butts off to provide my sister and I with everything we needed and a few of the things we wanted. They were strict though, and I was raised as a good Church boy, walking the straight and narrow with a lot of conservative blinders on. It was also kinda tough to have a decent social life in high school since early curfews and highly opinionated parents got in the way (traits that rubbed off on me as well).
College was a great get-away from them and really helped me open my eyes.
Fast forward to last year. All of us have come a long way since my childhood years and I had been out of the house for over 10 years, living about 30 miles away. I told them I had enough of Albany and was moving to SLC. They weren't happy and couldn't understand it, but they didn't really fight my decision. As a matter of fact, they bought a trailer for my belongings and drove it out here in May to deliver the rest of my stuff themselves. They still don't get why I'm living here...to them skiing is a waste of time, money and resources. I drove them up to Alta to look around, we drove to Moab to look around, we hung out in PC for a couple days and the best I could get out of them was "that's interesting...why do you want to live here again?"
Still, I know they'd do anything for me -- whether I asked for it or not. They might not like nor understand the life I live now, but they won't really let that get in the way. We somehow manage to find common ground to keep conversation and it's really cool -- hell, my dad is kinda like a buddy now. I can't wait to see them when I go home next week, and again when they take me and my gf to the Daytona 500. We might not understand each other or be total buddies, but my parents are quite awesome. They have sacrificed more for my sister and I than anyone I know has sacrificed for their children. For that, I'm truly thankful and although they'd never let me pay it off, I'm entirely indebted to them.
Your parents sound like good people.