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Got pics?
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No, but I've got Photoshop.
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what is the most effective method that you use to teach your sons (the two that live with you) life lessons? .. you know, that 'age appropriate' stuff that dads have to pass down to their children ... stuff they dont learn in school or from their mom ... examples welcome
what is the most effective method that you use to teach your sons (the two that live with you) life lessons? .. you know, that 'age appropriate' stuff that dads have to pass down to their children ... stuff they dont learn in school or from their mom ... examples welcome
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I don't know all the details of this story -- surely someone on this forum can correct the errors and fill in the details -- but I once heard that Tiger Woods' father drove Tiger to a tournament knowing Tiger had forgotten his clubs. He felt Tiger was old enough to be responsible for remembering his own equipment. His father was raising a champion.
My boys are eight and nine, so they're not quite at that level, but I have been increasing their awareness of their own responsibilities. For example, they can play baseball outside, but at the end of the day, they need to put all their baseball stuff back in the garage. If they forget, I pick it up and put it away for three days. (Sucks when they forget on a Thursday or Friday.) I used to remind them after dinner to check the back yard for baseball stuff, but now I don't remind them. They're old enough that they should remember on their own. That's starting to sink in, I think.
Here's another life lesson that I have mixed feelings about. As a kid, I was an easy target and would get picked on because I was small for my age. There was another boy in my class, about my size, who didn't get picked on. The reason for that is because he did a good job sticking up for himself. He wasn't rude about it, but he just didn't take crap from others. In that way, he commanded respect. My youngest son is small for his age as well. The other day, he and a classmate got in an argument over a girl they both like, and this classmate pushed my son...hard. My son was upset about it, but didn't say anything to anyone until it came up at the dinner table that night; his eyes welled up as he shared the incident with us. First I comforted him. Then I told him, "If that happens again, give the boy a warning, something like 'Push me once more and I'm going to sock you.' If he doesn't believe you and does push you again, turn around and lay into him." Now, I'm not a violent person, but I know what it's like to be treated like a little runt. I would never advocate that he take this kind of action on someone much smaller than him (the other kid could get hurt) or on someone bigger than him (he could get walloped), but for the typical classmate I think it's OK to make your stance clear. "I'm not going to take your crap, and if you don't believe me, go ahead and call my bluff."
As for the other "age-appropriate stuff," if you're referring to the birds 'n' bees kinda things, the boys aren't there yet. They will be in just a couple years, so I have to be ready for that. I think I'll bring it up in as non-goofy a way as I can, but only saying that they can ask me anything they want, and I promise not to be angry with them or make them feel embarrassed. They need to know that they have a safe person at home to talk about this stuff with. I don't want to force a talk on them, but I want to be available to them anytime they need me.
I don't know all the details of this story -- surely someone on this forum can correct the errors and fill in the details -- but I once heard that Tiger Woods' father drove Tiger to a tournament knowing Tiger had forgotten his clubs. He felt Tiger was old enough to be responsible for remembering his own equipment. His father was raising a champion.
My boys are eight and nine, so they're not quite at that level, but I have been increasing their awareness of their own responsibilities. For example, they can play baseball outside, but at the end of the day, they need to put all their baseball stuff back in the garage. If they forget, I pick it up and put it away for three days. (Sucks when they forget on a Thursday or Friday.) I used to remind them after dinner to check the back yard for baseball stuff, but now I don't remind them. They're old enough that they should remember on their own. That's starting to sink in, I think.
Here's another life lesson that I have mixed feelings about. As a kid, I was an easy target and would get picked on because I was small for my age. There was another boy in my class, about my size, who didn't get picked on. The reason for that is because he did a good job sticking up for himself. He wasn't rude about it, but he just didn't take crap from others. In that way, he commanded respect. My youngest son is small for his age as well. The other day, he and a classmate got in an argument over a girl they both like, and this classmate pushed my son...hard. My son was upset about it, but didn't say anything to anyone until it came up at the dinner table that night; his eyes welled up as he shared the incident with us. First I comforted him. Then I told him, "If that happens again, give the boy a warning, something like 'Push me once more and I'm going to sock you.' If he doesn't believe you and does push you again, turn around and lay into him." Now, I'm not a violent person, but I know what it's like to be treated like a little runt. I would never advocate that he take this kind of action on someone much smaller than him (the other kid could get hurt) or on someone bigger than him (he could get walloped), but for the typical classmate I think it's OK to make your stance clear. "I'm not going to take your crap, and if you don't believe me, go ahead and call my bluff."
As for the other "age-appropriate stuff," if you're referring to the birds 'n' bees kinda things, the boys aren't there yet. They will be in just a couple years, so I have to be ready for that. I think I'll bring it up in as non-goofy a way as I can, but only saying that they can ask me anything they want, and I promise not to be angry with them or make them feel embarrassed. They need to know that they have a safe person at home to talk about this stuff with. I don't want to force a talk on them, but I want to be available to them anytime they need me.
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Naw, dude! I like hearing long detailed stories about how people got started! It's also fun to draw parallels between experiences of others and my own, too. Thanks.
Perhaps my response is more than you expected. Sorry 'bout that.
Naw, dude! I like hearing long detailed stories about how people got started! It's also fun to draw parallels between experiences of others and my own, too. Thanks.
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Should I exclude things like holidays with family as well? Just looking for clarification.
Should I exclude things like holidays with family as well? Just looking for clarification.
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Are family and/or friends allowed to visit in this other country? Once again, just looking for clarification so I answer this properly.
Are family and/or friends allowed to visit in this other country? Once again, just looking for clarification so I answer this properly.
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We all saw how deeply Tiger missed his father when he died.. It was obviously a very special bond there..
I promise, I really thought to ask you this before Mattt asked his latest question, but anyway, take a look at it and if you don't give a response on it I know I'll look at your response for Mattt's question:
Which state and which country would you like to visit the most, and for what reasons?
We all saw how deeply Tiger missed his father when he died.. It was obviously a very special bond there..
I promise, I really thought to ask you this before Mattt asked his latest question, but anyway, take a look at it and if you don't give a response on it I know I'll look at your response for Mattt's question:
Which state and which country would you like to visit the most, and for what reasons?
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For states in the U.S. -- and I'm assuming I have to exclude ones I've already visited -- I would most like to visit Hawaii. There are only so many picture-perfect stories I can hear about that place without wanting to experience it for myself. Sounds like an absolute paradise. Honorable mentions go to Louisiana (New Orleans, specifically) and parts of Alaska.
As for which country I'd most like to visit, Italy tops the list. By all accounts, it sounds like stepping into the Old World. Venice, Tuscany and the Amalfi Coast are all quite alluring. There seems to be a cultivation of natural beauty there that I just can't find here in the States. Pompeii intrigues me as well, and I'd be a liar if I told you Pink Floyd's Live at Pompeii DVD didn't have anything to do with that. Oh, and honorable mentions go to Ireland and Norway. I'm not even saying Norway for your benefit, Tor. Norway was on the short list for my honeymoon, and because of me, not my (at the time) fiancée.
I've answered Mattt's question if the assumption was that my family and friends could not visit me on a regular basis. If I could have family and friends visit, I'd probably move to Canada -- someplace in Quebec. I could learn more about my cultural history, my French language skills would be sharper, and since all my family and friends are in New England, it wouldn't be outrageous having them come visit. A seven-hour car ride would do the trick.
For states in the U.S. -- and I'm assuming I have to exclude ones I've already visited -- I would most like to visit Hawaii. There are only so many picture-perfect stories I can hear about that place without wanting to experience it for myself. Sounds like an absolute paradise. Honorable mentions go to Louisiana (New Orleans, specifically) and parts of Alaska.
As for which country I'd most like to visit, Italy tops the list. By all accounts, it sounds like stepping into the Old World. Venice, Tuscany and the Amalfi Coast are all quite alluring. There seems to be a cultivation of natural beauty there that I just can't find here in the States. Pompeii intrigues me as well, and I'd be a liar if I told you Pink Floyd's Live at Pompeii DVD didn't have anything to do with that. Oh, and honorable mentions go to Ireland and Norway. I'm not even saying Norway for your benefit, Tor. Norway was on the short list for my honeymoon, and because of me, not my (at the time) fiancée.
I've answered Mattt's question if the assumption was that my family and friends could not visit me on a regular basis. If I could have family and friends visit, I'd probably move to Canada -- someplace in Quebec. I could learn more about my cultural history, my French language skills would be sharper, and since all my family and friends are in New England, it wouldn't be outrageous having them come visit. A seven-hour car ride would do the trick.
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Tor
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Cool, thanks for a well-described answer! I have heard and seen a lot of beauty concerning Tuscany, oh well, Italy in general. I am set to visit that country someday. I realize it can be interpreted this way, but I did not 'fish' for a nod towards Norway, so in case anyone should think that I didn't mean that. Well, on behalf of Norway I have to say thanks though!
And yes, I definitely can agree, Hawaii just seems perfect in every sense of the word. Paradisesque!
Cool, thanks for a well-described answer! I have heard and seen a lot of beauty concerning Tuscany, oh well, Italy in general. I am set to visit that country someday. I realize it can be interpreted this way, but I did not 'fish' for a nod towards Norway, so in case anyone should think that I didn't mean that.
Well, on behalf of Norway I have to say thanks though! And yes, I definitely can agree, Hawaii just seems perfect in every sense of the word. Paradisesque!
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I certainly didn't take it that way. It just so happens I really want to visit Norway some day. Did you know I name all my electrics after Norse gods? I also find the language beautiful to hear, and (strange as this may seem) even more beautiful to read.
I realize it can be interpreted this way, but I did not 'fish' for a nod towards Norway, so in case anyone should think that I didn't mean that.
I certainly didn't take it that way. It just so happens I really want to visit Norway some day. Did you know I name all my electrics after Norse gods? I also find the language beautiful to hear, and (strange as this may seem) even more beautiful to read.
Tor
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Good to hear!
Yeah, I know I have read your guitars' names at some point, that's cool.
I reckon a lot of languages sound really nice when one doesn't understand too much of the words.. That way you pay more attention to the way it sounds and the 'music' in it rather than listening for understanding the words. I know Welsh is a beautiful language in that way (at least, the language The Corrs sings in)
Good to hear!
Yeah, I know I have read your guitars' names at some point, that's cool.
I reckon a lot of languages sound really nice when one doesn't understand too much of the words.. That way you pay more attention to the way it sounds and the 'music' in it rather than listening for understanding the words. I know Welsh is a beautiful language in that way (at least, the language The Corrs sings in
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If it's about the Holiday with the family and not something way out of the ordinary then yes. I'm not looking for "Christmas with my wife and kids". I'm looking for "This one time me and my bros were out looking for chicks and one of my bros was soo drunk..." or "one time I went ostrich egg hunting with a farmer in New Guinea". Something odd and pleasant should suffice nicely.
If it's about the Holiday with the family and not something way out of the ordinary then yes. I'm not looking for "Christmas with my wife and kids". I'm looking for "This one time me and my bros were out looking for chicks and one of my bros was soo drunk..." or "one time I went ostrich egg hunting with a farmer in New Guinea". Something odd and pleasant should suffice nicely.
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Right on. I follow you now. OK…
I'm not convinced this is my favorite memory, but it's a fun one.
University of Massachusetts, Amherst, MA -- May, 1991 -- YOU ARE THERE! This was the second semester of my sophomore year. Great memories all around, but this particular night took the cake…literally (read on).
It's a warm Saturday night. I and four of my friends -- Dave, Tom, Suzie and Kevin -- are drinking in Tom and Kevin's dorm room, trying to figure out what to do for the evening. Tom gets a call from one of his friends living just off-campus. Turns out they're having a party and want Tom et al. to stop by and join the festivities.
We finish our beers and make the five-minute walk through the woods and over to the hostess's apartment. The apartment is on the second floor of a small complex, and the hostess greets us at the door and shows us to the keg, which is through the kitchen and out on the back deck. Tom knows everyone there and starts in will small talk; the rest of us, knowing not a soul, set off for the keg. Everyone is in the living room watching TV (some party!), so we've got the keg all to ourselves.
In a matter of minutes, we're all smashed out of our gourds (except Tom, still locked in chatty conversation). Not in the mood for small talk, the four of us come inside and sit at the kitchen table. And what's this in the middle of the table? A rectangular Pyrex dish covered in foil. I'm hungry? Are you hungry? Yes. We're all hungry. Let's look under the foil. Holy freakin' Toledo, it's a chocolate cake covered in vanilla creme frosting and lined with freshly cut strawberries! We four glance at each other -- just a glance is all it took -- and instantly we knew what to do.
Continued…
Right on. I follow you now. OK…
I'm not convinced this is my favorite memory, but it's a fun one.
University of Massachusetts, Amherst, MA -- May, 1991 -- YOU ARE THERE! This was the second semester of my sophomore year. Great memories all around, but this particular night took the cake…literally (read on).
It's a warm Saturday night. I and four of my friends -- Dave, Tom, Suzie and Kevin -- are drinking in Tom and Kevin's dorm room, trying to figure out what to do for the evening. Tom gets a call from one of his friends living just off-campus. Turns out they're having a party and want Tom et al. to stop by and join the festivities.
We finish our beers and make the five-minute walk through the woods and over to the hostess's apartment. The apartment is on the second floor of a small complex, and the hostess greets us at the door and shows us to the keg, which is through the kitchen and out on the back deck. Tom knows everyone there and starts in will small talk; the rest of us, knowing not a soul, set off for the keg. Everyone is in the living room watching TV (some party!), so we've got the keg all to ourselves.
In a matter of minutes, we're all smashed out of our gourds (except Tom, still locked in chatty conversation). Not in the mood for small talk, the four of us come inside and sit at the kitchen table. And what's this in the middle of the table? A rectangular Pyrex dish covered in foil. I'm hungry? Are you hungry? Yes. We're all hungry. Let's look under the foil. Holy freakin' Toledo, it's a chocolate cake covered in vanilla creme frosting and lined with freshly cut strawberries! We four glance at each other -- just a glance is all it took -- and instantly we knew what to do.
Continued…
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Part II…
Kevin lays out the plan: Suzie and Dave will go outside "for a smoke" as Kevin returns to the keg, ostensibly to refill his beer cup. I bide my time and wait for the perfect opportunity to walk the cake from the kitchen to the deck, where Kevin will drop said cake over the railing into the waiting arms of either Suzie or Dave. This is a delicate operation that will require patience, stealth and pretty good aim.
The conspirators are in place and at the ready when -- WTF?!? -- the hostess comes into the kitchen, picks up the Pyrex prize, and moves it into the bedroom adjoining the kitchen, closing the door. Now I'm drunk enough to think not "So much for that," but rather "How do I get myself into that room without raising suspicion?" Apparently, the Fates were on my side, because not two minutes later, she goes back in the room, takes the Pyrex prize, and moves it into the refrigerator. Okay, getting it out of the fridge is a little more difficult than just taking it off the kitchen table, but at least it doesn't involve going into and out of rooms I have absolutely no business in.
Worried that it's only a matter of seconds before she decides to move the Pyrex prize to yet another space -- Where next? The boiler room? -- and not caring that other guests are starting to filter into the kitchen, I walk up to the fridge, open the door, grab the Pyrex prize, and walk confidently toward the back deck. (My clouded theory was that you can get away with anything if you do it confidently, acting like it's what you're supposed to be doing.) One guest asks me where I'm bringing the cake. My steel trap mind conjured up this beaut: "The cake needs to be cooler, so I'm putting it on the deck." Did I mention this was a warm night in May? Well, the excuse worked, and Kevin had the Pyrex prize in hand. Still, we still had to act fast.
Mumbling some gibberish to who I could only guess was one of the proprietors, I left the apartment, walked down the stairs, exited the building, and ran around to the back. Here's what I saw: The dish dropped out of Kevin's hands, over the deck railing. Dave and Suzie were at the ready, but the cake separated from the dish in midair. It did a partial flip, so Dave had to catch the Pyrex dish first, make a small adjustment, then with the dish catch as much of the yummy chocolate cake as possible. He got about 75% of it in the dish, for which I was very proud of him.
The three of us ran into the woods behind the apartment complex, then waited for Kevin to arrive. A few minutes later, he was with us, giggling like a little schoolgirl. We walked back through the woods and into the dormitory, by which time almost all of the cake had been consumed. Life is good when you're three sheets to the wind and gobbling down a chocolatey, vanilla creme-covered, strawberry-lined Pyrex prize. But something's not quite right. Head count. Okay, who's missing?
Oh sh*t, Tom's still at the party!
We did the only thing we could do: wait back at the dorm, eat a Pyrex prize, and debate whether or not Van Halen was better with Diamond Dave. It didn't take long before Tom came back in an absolute rage. Was it because we ditched him? No. Was it because we didn't share any of the Pyrex prize with him? Maybe a little. Mostly, it was because that cake was a SURPRISE BIRTHDAY CAKE for one of the hostess's friends.
* gulp *
Dave and I left the Pyrex dish, empty and washed squeaky clean, on the victim's doorstep the next day. We all felt a little bad about it, but only a little.
Part II…
Kevin lays out the plan: Suzie and Dave will go outside "for a smoke" as Kevin returns to the keg, ostensibly to refill his beer cup. I bide my time and wait for the perfect opportunity to walk the cake from the kitchen to the deck, where Kevin will drop said cake over the railing into the waiting arms of either Suzie or Dave. This is a delicate operation that will require patience, stealth and pretty good aim.
The conspirators are in place and at the ready when -- WTF?!? -- the hostess comes into the kitchen, picks up the Pyrex prize, and moves it into the bedroom adjoining the kitchen, closing the door. Now I'm drunk enough to think not "So much for that," but rather "How do I get myself into that room without raising suspicion?" Apparently, the Fates were on my side, because not two minutes later, she goes back in the room, takes the Pyrex prize, and moves it into the refrigerator. Okay, getting it out of the fridge is a little more difficult than just taking it off the kitchen table, but at least it doesn't involve going into and out of rooms I have absolutely no business in.
Worried that it's only a matter of seconds before she decides to move the Pyrex prize to yet another space -- Where next? The boiler room? -- and not caring that other guests are starting to filter into the kitchen, I walk up to the fridge, open the door, grab the Pyrex prize, and walk confidently toward the back deck. (My clouded theory was that you can get away with anything if you do it confidently, acting like it's what you're supposed to be doing.) One guest asks me where I'm bringing the cake. My steel trap mind conjured up this beaut: "The cake needs to be cooler, so I'm putting it on the deck." Did I mention this was a warm night in May? Well, the excuse worked, and Kevin had the Pyrex prize in hand. Still, we still had to act fast.
Mumbling some gibberish to who I could only guess was one of the proprietors, I left the apartment, walked down the stairs, exited the building, and ran around to the back. Here's what I saw: The dish dropped out of Kevin's hands, over the deck railing. Dave and Suzie were at the ready, but the cake separated from the dish in midair. It did a partial flip, so Dave had to catch the Pyrex dish first, make a small adjustment, then with the dish catch as much of the yummy chocolate cake as possible. He got about 75% of it in the dish, for which I was very proud of him.
The three of us ran into the woods behind the apartment complex, then waited for Kevin to arrive. A few minutes later, he was with us, giggling like a little schoolgirl. We walked back through the woods and into the dormitory, by which time almost all of the cake had been consumed. Life is good when you're three sheets to the wind and gobbling down a chocolatey, vanilla creme-covered, strawberry-lined Pyrex prize. But something's not quite right. Head count. Okay, who's missing?
Oh sh*t, Tom's still at the party!
We did the only thing we could do: wait back at the dorm, eat a Pyrex prize, and debate whether or not Van Halen was better with Diamond Dave. It didn't take long before Tom came back in an absolute rage. Was it because we ditched him? No. Was it because we didn't share any of the Pyrex prize with him? Maybe a little. Mostly, it was because that cake was a SURPRISE BIRTHDAY CAKE for one of the hostess's friends.
* gulp *
Dave and I left the Pyrex dish, empty and washed squeaky clean, on the victim's doorstep the next day. We all felt a little bad about it, but only a little.
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Time for the most important question of all time:
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