I believe your condolences were expressed 3 years ago.
Thanks again
Sorry bout your dad.
Yeah. the holidays suck.
So much so that I am spending christmas in San Diego with friends.
I love 'em. They are great.
Supreme assholes and they are toxic.
Plus minus, good and bad moments, powder and coreshots
I believe your condolences were expressed 3 years ago.
Thanks again
Sorry bout your dad.
Yeah. the holidays suck.
So much so that I am spending christmas in San Diego with friends.
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Mom is AMAZING, more than I realize sometimes.
Dad is an alcoholic and has been since I was in 3rd grade, see him maybe twice a year and we live in the same city.
Step Dad is like my real Dad he's been around so long now. He has his moments where I don't see eye to eye, but loves my Mom dearly, that's what matters to me.
you sketchy character, you
They took me skiing, I love them.
I love my parents for sure. They did a good job raising me, especaially considering the new (to me and my bro) information that has come to light regarding their relationship.
Dad is bipolar, come to find out. It's been getting out of hand the past few years. Mom.....well Mom just has issues. They seperated after 33 years of marriage a few months ago for several reasons.
It is weird now.
Still love em but damn they can be a pain in the ass.
Looking California, feeling Minnesota.
I had the greatest parents I could imagine. Mom died last year. Dad is doing ok but the adjustment has been hard considering they were together all the time for 52 years. Mom was the best athlete in the family, able to beat all 6 of her sons one on one in basketball until we got to the age where she figured it was too damaging to our fragile male egos to be beaten by our mom and then she let us win. When I was 8 we moved into a house with a hudge maple tree in the back yard. She climbed the tree while pregnant to tie a hemp rope in it so we would have an awesome rope swing. She was a ripper on skis and a concert pianist, as well as a totally obsessed whitewater kayaker -- into her 70s. Dad is not quite as dynamic but has always been as supportive as any dad could be of all his kids, no matter what it was we wanted to be or do -- ski bum as in my case, and in terms of my sibs, gay straight banker writer musician teacher DJ. We have all kinds and that is a tribute to the way my parents raised us. When Mom died Dad wrote in her college alumni magazine, "She was completely dedicated to her eight children, twelve grandchildren, and every other child on the planet." We buried her with her kayak paddle.
My parents are the greatest.
I boiled my thermometer, and sure enough, this spot, which purported to be two thousand feet higher than the locality of the hotel, turned out to be nine thousand feet LOWER. Thus the fact was clearly demonstrated that, ABOVE A CERTAIN POINT, THE HIGHER A POINT SEEMS TO BE, THE LOWER IT ACTUALLY IS. Our ascent itself was a great achievement, but this contribution to science was an inconceivably greater matter.
--MT--
My mom died of cancer in '91. Dad's still at it, although it's tough to see him in decline.
My parents instilled two attitudes in me that I will always be thankful for. First, they taught to think for myself rather than follow the herd, and to explore new things. Second, they taught me to treat everyone, from the top rung of society to the bottom, with the same level of respect. both paths have served me well.
Mom is good, and we area both getting better with the fact that we area very different. She is not the mother that I would have hoped for, and I'm not the son she expected.
I left home to go skiing at 17, and Dad killed himself when I was 18, (20 years ago). I was just getting over a minor "angry teenage years" and his death screwed mom and I up a lot personally, and the relationship between us was screwed up a lot too. Has been getting better, and a lot better in the past 5+ years.
That's rough D, my folks got divorced when I was 4 and I don't think I lashed out until I was 19, a couple really bad years there when I was in college expressing my unwillingness to settle into being a man i.e. grow up, it was rough but I figured shit out.
I love my folks (all 4 of them) very much.
"Climb the mountains and get their good tidings. The winds will blow their freshness into you, and the storms, their energy. Your cares and tensions will drop away like the leaves of Autumn." --John Muir
"welcome to the hacienda, asshole." --s.p.c.
I don't believe people that say they've never really fought with their family. I don't doubt people that say they are close with their family now, but the people that claim to have always been just perfect are weird, it just seems creepy.
EDIT to say that although I love my parents, its a lot easier to feel that love when I don't have to see them every day (or month).
"Climb the mountains and get their good tidings. The winds will blow their freshness into you, and the storms, their energy. Your cares and tensions will drop away like the leaves of Autumn." --John Muir
"welcome to the hacienda, asshole." --s.p.c.
"Climb the mountains and get their good tidings. The winds will blow their freshness into you, and the storms, their energy. Your cares and tensions will drop away like the leaves of Autumn." --John Muir
"welcome to the hacienda, asshole." --s.p.c.
Dad died 18 years ago - I still miss him.
Mom I could do without.
My wife's parents are awesome people.
I didn't believe in reincarnation when I was your age either.
you can't actively seek out powder without expecting a coreshot or two along the way, right?
slopstyle crosscarver junior
you can't actively seek out powder without expecting a coreshot or two along the way, right?
slopstyle crosscarver junior
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.
Every man dies. Not every man lives.
You don’t stop playing because you grow old; you grow old because you stop playing.
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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Enjoy Every Sandwich - Warren Zevon
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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.
You may not believe it, but my wife and I have never had a fight in 22 years of marriage.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.
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I agree it is a constitutional right for Americans to be assholes...its just too bad that so many take the opportunity...iscariot
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.
The Worst mistakes, make the best memories.
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.
Last edited by ski_adk; 12-18-2007 at 11:48 AM.
Your parents sound like good people.
I boiled my thermometer, and sure enough, this spot, which purported to be two thousand feet higher than the locality of the hotel, turned out to be nine thousand feet LOWER. Thus the fact was clearly demonstrated that, ABOVE A CERTAIN POINT, THE HIGHER A POINT SEEMS TO BE, THE LOWER IT ACTUALLY IS. Our ascent itself was a great achievement, but this contribution to science was an inconceivably greater matter.
--MT--
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