Bet thge pups ate good at Grudiers
Bet thge pups ate good at Grudiers
Anyone else still eating left over pies LOL
Lovely Turkey breasts.
Meh, it's only money. They'll be printing that stuff long after I'm dead and gone.My Wife loves the Holidays because of the kids.
My wallet,,not so much.
Meh, it's only money. They'll be printing that stuff long after I'm dead and gone.
I got welts. Never had any blood. Good friend of mine used to get beat up (fists) by his "dad".My Old Man had a 1" leather belt that cut the blood outta me unless I was lucky enough just to get hit by the buckle. All that did was leave bruises. Had to climb in the shower and soak my shirt off before I could get ready for gym class back in high school.
My dad only got hold of me twice that I remember and both times it was a belt and I left bleeding. The rest of the time it was my mom whose answer to any infraction was, "go get the belt."I got welts. Never had any blood. Good friend of mine used to get beat up (fists) by his "dad".
It don't take much of a man to beat up a kid.
Sorry Brother I know your painMy dad only got hold of me twice that I remember and both times it was a belt and I left bleeding. The rest of the time it was my mom whose answer to any infraction was, "go get the belt."
If no one would own up to the nefarious deed, she beat us all until someone confessed.
She beat me again one time for making too much noise the first time, so I learned to take a beating in silence.
Another time she beat me again because she got a blister on her hand from beating me the first time.
My ex-wife moved over the hill and far away with our kids, so I had little hand in raising them, but on the other hand I didn't pass on the circle of abuse to the next generation. They were always on good enough behavior when we visited that I've never laid a hand on either of them.
"If no one would own up to the nefarious deed, she beat us all until someone confessed."My dad only got hold of me twice that I remember and both times it was a belt and I left bleeding. The rest of the time it was my mom whose answer to any infraction was, "go get the belt."
If no one would own up to the nefarious deed, she beat us all until someone confessed.
She beat me again one time for making too much noise the first time, so I learned to take a beating in silence.
Another time she beat me again because she got a blister on her hand from beating me the first time.
My ex-wife moved over the hill and far away with our kids, so I had little hand in raising them, but on the other hand I didn't pass on the circle of abuse to the next generation. They were always on good enough behavior when we visited that I've never laid a hand on either of them.
Just a memory at this point. The standards for the generation who grew up during the Great Depression and fought WW-II were different than the standards of my generation who grew up under less stressful circumstances.Sorry Brother I know your pain
I give thanks every day that I have the freedom to do that, though I question its longevity anymore.Been busy getting Christmas stuff down for my Wife.
Wish I thought of thatFor breakfast, as they should be.
perhaps some baton therapy?Just a memory at this point. The standards for the generation who grew up during the Great Depression and fought WW-II were different than the standards of my generation who grew up under less stressful circumstances.
I actually did use a belt on the 17-year-old son of a live-in girlfriend. He was beating on the other kids, wrecking the house, stealing cars, and had stolen my deer rifle to, "freak me out".
I cornered him and took the rifle back, and after he continued to mouth off, I told him that he wasn't too old to spank, and he told me that I wasn't big enough. He was bigger than me, but I'm meaner and I grabbed a handhold of his shoulder length hair and shoved his head between his knees and grabbed the back of his belt and hung him there while I smacked his butt with my belt.
The first blow he just grunted and the second one he cried, so I let it go at that, because I had made my point. Sadly, the result was not that I made my point, but that he only wanted to kill me that much more. He also went to the cops and tried unsuccessfully to get me arrested for assault.
I remember the time I was in high school, and apparently my mother had tried to wake me up for school. I was zoned, like kids do. Next thing I know, the Old Man was cutting the blood outta my bare back and actually got in three hard swings before I woke up.My ex-wife moved over the hill and far away with our kids, so I had little hand in raising them, but on the other hand I didn't pass on the circle of abuse to the next generation. They were always on good enough behavior when we visited that I've never laid a hand on either of them.
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