Just Trying to Be a Good Father

[Ferd]

Originally Posted by Coonskinner

It was comical...my cousin Buck and I were both straight A students in high school.

I was first chair tenor sax in the band, and he was first chair clarinet, of all things.

But we got in so many scraps that finally after numerous other methods, the principal called us in and had a heart to heart chat with us.

He said that the only reason we had not been expelled already was that we were such good students, but that if we got in one more fist fight before the end of school, we were goners. That particular day we had thrashed a fairly determined foursome. "Bigguns line up, littluns bunch up" was our motto.

That little meeting sobered us somewhat, because we didn't want to have to repreat that year of high school just because of too much recreational pugilism.

im jealous. I didnt have a close relitive 4 years either side of me. It was me agin' um all.

the bad thing about my principle was that his talks were always worse than the whoopen that followed, and the whoopen was really bad.

the guy had no shame. he would envoke my grandfathers good name and my parents reputation in the community and before i got the first lick I would be crying.

you would think my memory would have been better. we had way too many such discussions.

[Coonskinner]

My mother was the superintendent's secretary.

She was always mortified and ashamed of my hooliganism.

Granny, on the other hand, wanted a blow-by-blow account.

[Ferd]

Originally Posted by Coonskinner

My mother was the superintendent's secretary.

She was always mortified and ashamed of my hooliganism.

Granny, on the other hand, wanted a blow-by-blow account.

I rode to school with my aunt who was a fourth grade teacher. my grand pa was a principle for 39 years and dad taught before going full time into farming.

so i got it all the way home, then agian at home, then the next time I went down to maw maw's house Papa would give me this disappointed look that was worse than the two whoopens i had gotten (yea i would get one at home too) and the 15 minute lecture from my aunt. LOL!

Originally Posted by Coonskinner

My mother was the superintendent's secretary.

She was always mortified and ashamed of my hooliganism.

Granny, on the other hand, wanted a blow-by-blow account.

I got a whuppin from a big bully (12 years old) when I was about 10 and when I got home and told my dad, he sent me right back up there to give that big fella his due. He told me that if'n I didn't start the fight it was my responsibility to finish it proper. He told me a few things to do when I get there and then parked across the street to make sure it happened. They did, I did, Keith Gore and I were best of friends until I moved away 2 years later.

I really did think a good fist fight was great recreation. All that came to an end at the OK campgrounds when I picked on one of the Thompson Twins (16 years old)from Tulsa and got him to call me out. I was 13. Big mistake. He whupped me seven ways from Sunday but only cause he kicked me in the kidney when I turned to take of my glasses. I went down like a sack of taters and covered up all rope a dope style until he wore out. I had knuckle bumps all over the back of my hands and on my forearms and my back. Saved my pretty face.

Ironically, I got the Holy Ghost that night at service and I lost my love for the game of it all. My ultra violent temper just went away for the most part.

Oh well enough rambling for now!

Sorry Chan... as CS said earlier... just pray for us!

[Barb]

Originally Posted by Coonskinner

My mother was the superintendent's secretary.

She was always mortified and ashamed of my hooliganism.

Granny, on the other hand, wanted a blow-by-blow account.

That is so funny...

[Just a Shepherd]

Originally Posted by HeavenlyOne

You go to school in the hood???

Let's just put it this way, all this reminissing by Jethro and Opie are kinda funny to someone who was caught taking a semi-automatic weapon to school...

[ILG]

Originally Posted by Just a Shepherd

Let's just put it this way, all this reminissing by Jethro and Opie are kinda funny to someone who was caught taking a semi-automatic weapon to school...

So when you have talks with your boys what do *you* tell them??

[ILG]

I remember when a girl from Chicago moved into my very rural area and started coming to our small school (500 students k-12). She got mad at somebody and pulled a knife. The principle had a talk with her and told her that wasn't the way we handled things around here.

[Just a Shepherd]

Originally Posted by ILG

So when you have talks with your boys what do *you* tell them??

I usually tell them why we don't send them to pagan seminary, err, public school in the first place.... They have better things to do than running around firing paper bullets at each other.

[Pressing-On]

Originally Posted by Coonskinner

Just this week, I have taken a trip down memory lane in order to try and be a good father to my sons.

The latest rage at their little country school is shooting "paper hornets" off rubber bands at one another.

This is of course a non-sanctioned activity as far as the teachers are concerned...but, like when I was a lad, it goes on.

Anyway, after abserving them making up supplies of ammunition in the evenings, preparing for the next day's battles, my mind drifted back to the days of my childhood, and of battles I fought and won in that very same arena.

I was an innovative kid, and always looked for ways to get the edge on the competition. This led to some pretty intensive research and development which in turn catapulted me into superpower status in the paper hornet wars.

So, desiring to be a good father, I sat down with my boys and had a serious conversation with them.

I asked them if they were fully aware of the fact that they were going to be in trouble with their teachers if they got caught shooting paper hornets...they affirmed that they were indeed aware.

I then asked them, in all honesty, if they planned to go ahead shooting them and take their chances...again, an affirmative answer.

My next question was, "Are you prepared to accept the consequences like men and not whine if you get nailed?"

They assured me that they were.

So, having cleared the preliminaries, I sat down with them to show them how to make the best paper hornets known to man, with several innovative features that will raise whelps of maximum size upon impact.

I know a little something about boys, and one of the things I know is that they are going to do these things. So, my philosophy is, if it's worth doing, it's worth doing right.

Anyway, I showed them how to embed bb's in their paper hornets and wrap them with duct tape so that they can demolish the competiton.

Colton came home yesterday with glowing reports of glorious victories and total playground domination...

He says his buddy's all think I'm cool.

You're the BOMB, Brother CS!!!!