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Maybe you should just come out and say directly what you're thinking instead of making cryptic comments from your glass house...
Then I could come out directly and tell you exactly where to shove it.


Christ man, the daughter is 15 and knows how to put wood in the furnace... she's just toooooooo lazy, and knows I'll do it when I get home. Both the wife and I carry cell phones and she could've called us anytime she wanted (and by-the-way, we called her twice, once to check-in and once to get the pizza order). And I seriously don't think that 61[sup]o[/sup] is "neglect" or "abuse" (and I couldn't give less of a crap what you or anyone else thinks)... Good lord, that's warmer than the school is on real cold days!

When I was 15 living at home I had already been putting wood on the fire for many years. If Mom and Dad had come home to a 61[sup]o[/sup] house I would have gotten a thorough tounge lashing. IMHO, parental neglect isn't even in the cards here, its not like the daughter has no shoes and was using a burlap sack to keep warm. Heck, before having the woodstove I set the thermostat to 62[sup]o[/sup]!!! Carry on Whitespider, we all make slight oversights when having a few adult drinks with friends. I for one can say I've stumbled in the house drunk and forgot to put wood on twice already this year. Yea, it's cold in the morning, but life carries on.
 
So which brewery will you sue because their product lead to your "bad behavior"?
 
Maybe you should just come out and say directly what you're thinking instead of making cryptic comments from your glass house...
Then I could come out directly and tell you exactly where to shove it.


Christ man, the daughter is 15 and knows how to put wood in the furnace... she's just toooooooo lazy, and knows I'll do it when I get home. Both the wife and I carry cell phones and she could've called us anytime she wanted (and by-the-way, we called her twice, once to check-in and once to get the pizza order). And I seriously don't think that 61[sup]o[/sup] is "neglect" or "abuse" (and I couldn't give less of a crap what you or anyone else thinks)... Good lord, that's warmer than the school is on real cold days!

Some people always assume the worst or open their mouths without pryor investigation...... Oh well like us Spaniards Like to say, vivi tu vida
 
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whitespider, maybe a post was edited but I did't see anything bad about you in Iska3's post. I thought he was agreeing with you about coming home to a fire out and people in the house the whoe time. Nothing about abuse or neglect from what I read. I come home to a cold house often and my daughter sitting watching tv in her room.
 
Opps!!! I used to have beer induced lapses of reason and also kept forgetting where I parked my old 3/4 ton Ford van (Wild Turkey Rye), but I got tired of the hangovers and gave up the spirits about 4 years ago, best move I ever made!!! now if I could just find that damn van everything would be GREAT!!!!
 
canto,
I didn’t see it that way, and I still don’t see it that way. Iska3 was comparing my story to those he has/had heard from his Foster Children about their “bad” parents. He was suggesting that my wife and I are, at the least, neglectful of our children because we left them home alone, without heat, while we were boozing it up. But, he assumed the worst and formed an opinion based on a few short sentences posted on an internet board, … pretty self-righteous in my opinion.
 
Aww, come on man, looks like time for a "Beer Summit"
 
Whitespider, I’m sorry ISKA3 offended you (BTW I would have been offended as well) but cut him a little slack for personalizing his feelings. I’m sure he has seen more than his share of tragedies that started out innocently with a little fun and alcohol. Unless he says otherwise, let’s take it that he was focusing on possible consequences and not making a judgment on you as a father. Shoot, anybody who reads your posts should know that you love and spend time with your kids.

Just today, in the freezing wind we buried a good man. He left behind my niece - now a 29 year old widow with two young sons. You don’t need to be around his sons very long to recognize that he was a good dad - but now he is gone. It was quite moving to watch his oldest son (5 years old) shoveling dirt on his father’s grave; his way of telling his mother that he was stepping up for her. The fact that I could focus on the consequences of his death and get angry about the decisions that led there does not change the fact that he raised his sons well for the short time he had with them.

Ron
 
I'm sure whitespider has cooled off and I'm sure we can all see how The offending post could have been misunderstood and there is no harm, no foul,:msp_biggrin: NOW BRING on the BEER AND STRIPPERS!!!!!!!!!!:rock:
 
Whitespider, I just reread the posts and now I'm even more confused than before. I see what you are saying and it does look like it could mean a few things, I'm not sure what he was meaning by his post but it looks like it's a good thing that a jury of 12 has to decide a person's guilt before they are sentenced to death. :popcorn:
 
Yeah, I've cooled off... and I hold no grudges.

The thing is guys...
I have never said that either I or my wife drove home, did I?
I didn't say how long we stayed in town or what time we arrived home, did I?
I didn't say how much I had to drink, and I didn't even say my wife had anything to drink, did I?
Somehow, some people on this board have just assumed the wife and I were stumbling drunk, drove in that condition and didn't arrive home until the wee hours...
For all anybody on this board knows I got off work early, my sober brother-in-law, or his wife drove us home, and we arrived home with the pizza well before dark (5:00 PM).

Anyway, here's a couple of real facts for y'all to consider...
I had some over-time in this week so I left work at 2:30 PM, and my brother-in-law in fact owns the bowling alley/restaurant/pub...
But I ain't saying any more than that because I don't feel I should have to defend or explain myself.

This thread was supposed to be about a moment of weakness when I gave in to the whining of my family and started the LP furnace.... Geeeeeeezzzzzzzzzzzzzz
 
Sounds like ya' had some(much deserved) fun and got to enjoy some time with the wife in good company in a great environment. GOOD FOR YOU !! All working men deserve that every now and again. Ya' got home safe with some 'pie and found some good sound snoozin'. So ya' caved in and burnt some :msp_scared: "LP" :msp_scared: ,,,sounds to me that all is well at the house of "Spiders"..


Now about that Man Card...i can't see where you committed a fowl on that note,,Hell, you started a fire,,what, with a days' work behind ya', a belly full of cold ones and some grub..the snoozin' was inevitable,,you go man,,you go !!
 
Now that's funny :D

I'd be happy if I could get the wife to occasionally check the fire status so it doesn't always fall on me. Luckily our propane backup doesn't work, so it's not even a lazy option for other family members!
 
But I ain't saying any more than that because I don't feel I should have to defend or explain myself.

I don't know if I would have said that much. I would have asked for clarification on the cryptic post and gone no further with it until received.

I was afraid that "happy hour got extended" was leading to "had to pay for bail, need to go to court, etc." It's a common story these days and I'm glad to read it wasn't so in this case.

61 degrees is cold???? Whaaat??? I can remember my hands being so cold as a boy that I couldn't stand up dominoes on the kitchen floor. Dad was out trying to make a living, mom had to stay home to watch us kids (moms did that more often back then) and we didn't have enough oil in the tank to keep the barely insulated house much above 50 degrees. You can bet that when dad saved up enough to buy a wood stove I volunteered to cut wood in the summer and keep the fire going in the winter.

Met a guy a few weeks ago who was not well off in health or finances. He was scrounging through wet wood looking for stuff he could dry and burn right now and I could see by watching him work he was having trouble loading his truck due to his condition. He told me he had two healthy teenagers at home that would sit within 10 feet of the stove playing video games while the fire went out and the temp in the house dropped well below 60. They'd put coats on before putting wood on the fire. And if it got too cold to handle they'd leave the fire out and go to a friend's house. I suppose at that age there are much more dramatic and important worries than staying warm but it's tough for me to remember what they were from today's perspective.
 
I don't know if I would have said that much. I would have asked for clarification on the cryptic post and gone no further with it until received.

Yeah, you're right... I sort'a "went off" on that post a bit. But, as some here may have probably noticed, I get somewhat "bent" when my skills as a parent are called into question... and that's happened more than once on this board. It always seems to be based on “assumption” and “conjecture” taken from token information in one of my posts. The wife and I are certainly not the over-protective type, we also realize our kids must be allowed to learn some lessons the “hard way” or they’ll never learn them… I know my kids need to experience bloodied knees and burnt fingers if they’re ever gonna’ grow-up, but I ain’t gonna’ hand my 3-year-old some matches and a can of gasoline to play with either. It takes a lot to set me off; I have unusually thick skin and crap bounces right off with no effect… except when it comes to my family, especially my kids… I wear my heart on my sleeve.
 
A few years ago the wife and I came home from a wedding reception. It was colder than hell out and the wind was blowing like crazy. In my drunken stupor I decide that I can load the boiler outside without changing clothes. Here I am in a suit and tie raking coals around and throwing wood in. The wind was so bad it was coming down the chimney and blowing sparks out.
The next morning I realized I had tiny burn holes all over my suit. DUHHHH.
 
A few years ago the wife and I came home from a wedding reception. It was colder than hell out and the wind was blowing like crazy. In my drunken stupor I decide that I can load the boiler outside without changing clothes. Here I am in a suit and tie raking coals around and throwing wood in. The wind was so bad it was coming down the chimney and blowing sparks out.
The next morning I realized I had tiny burn holes all over my suit. DUHHHH.

Who changes clothes before taking on these little tasks??? I feel for you; I wish I had a dollar for every shirt, pair of pants or shoes I have ruined - no alcohol involved just stubbornness that I can get it done this time without harm or just absent mindedness. :bang: Ron
 

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