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wife, girl friend, or since you were in Nevada...
Anyhow just sayin... :D |
Smokin' a bowl always worked for me :cool:.
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I had German parents!!!
Actually, technically my dad was even a Hitler youth although American history paints a dramatic tabloid style picture of what that was about, the reality of it for most was very tame. Kinda like the Boy Scouts really except funded by the National Socialist Party (Nationalsozialismus= Nazi) with the objective of creating capable potential future combatants. Anyone that knows what being raised by German parents is like understands what I'm talking about. Its the dictatorship/disciplined style of child rearing, none of that wishy washy crap that goes on now. You had no choices/privaledges what so ever until you proved yourself responsible and capable. It may have seemed harsh but it worked. I became smart, responsible and diligent. I paid my own way through University, bought my own cars (crappy is all I could afford so I had to become the mechanic too), bought my own homes, paid for my own weddings and more. Results in living well, prospering, and succeeded in life. Know no limitations and have made all dreams reality. No run ins with the law ever, except 2 speeding tickets in 30+ years. The Boxster has radar fortunately. :p Tough love and consistency is what gets kids where they need to be in the long run. Parents let them decide too much for themselves too early and don't give them the tools and discipline to succeed. To get to the point. On your long drive home, plan out your kids options at this point and make him commit to a plan by 50 miles from your home. If he has not committed to a plan by the 50 mile limit, let him out the door and tell him he needs more time to become more decisive and thus should walk the rest of the way to do his thinking and build some character. It won't kill him but will show you mean business and give him time to think and become an achiever. If you don't follow through you might as well get used to your kid living with you the rest of your life and on welfare. Tough Love time!!! |
My 1st babysitter was a former Hitler Youth instructer. My Dad was in the AirForce stationed in West Germany when I was born at Ramstein AFB. We lived off base in a duplex owned by my Babysiter/trainer. When I was 2 months old she would take me outside in the middle of winter daily to condition me to the cold. :eek:
As for long drives in the middle of nowhere, that's where I do my best brainstorming. |
I sing. And sing loud. With the radio, without the radio, sometimes I sing a different song than what is playing on the radio.
Thank god I'm by myself. |
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