On Being a Dad
Father's sire children, Dad's raise kids. My children are (hopefully) forever young. I've always believed this one thing.... Happy people, don't get sick!
I tried to keep me and my household HAPPY. For the record, as far as I know, neither of my daughters have ever been hospitalized, the youngest did home birth, and my oldest has never had a cavity (40)... though she probably did go to a baby hospital.
My kids didn't know they were born poor, as I was, and did my best to make their childhood better than mine.
Do unto others, as you would have them do unto you. (But do it First) j3:16
M7:7
I still ride a 10 speed...faster that durn mountain bike. Lance is younger than I am... now I'm pissed off because I was born too soon, could'a waited 20 years.
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posted by Mr Bill @ 12:24 AM
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Keeping all those kids happy and healthy must have been quite a challenge at times.. good for you!
Happy and healthy no problem.
My Son has the distinction of wrecking a car or three. One of them a Toyota... which I paid to have towed home, and the next day I gave him a hacksaw, and told him to make it fit in the back of a pickup truck. Another was a collector's dream, '63 Monte Carlo... sold it for $50, and it was back on the streets 1/2 hour later.
My youngest wrecked my '66 Jaguar. She was ok, but the machine died. (and another $1500 to fix the other car).
My oldest damaged my Continental ('77, Diamond Dust Black.. MK 5) by backing into it with my GMC van on her way to school. Only $500 something, but no problem... since it happened at the mall up the street and around the corner, musta been a hit and run. Insurance covered that one.
Just means that they had it better than I did, only thing I wrecked was the radiator of a '47 Ford.
Until I was 32, and made a Mercury Montago fly. another long story.
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