The happiest time of your life

[MirahM]

I don't think the happiest time of my life has happened yet. Generally speaking, I'm a pretty happy & content person, but I can't think of anything that's made me over the moon ecstatic. Being gifted with a baby goat might do that, but I'm unsure. 

We need to work on this. 

Today I drove over the mountains since it is the first weekend in a long time w/out snow and the sun was shining. My aunt just had surgery. I've been wanting to come over to see family for a while. My sister was going over to help my uncle with something and I went along for the ride and surprised both of them, it was fun.

[Duchess]

I love that you are so family oriented, like it's any of my business , but it does signal to me that you are very caring individual.

[username]

Both my girls just kind of had a blank stare when they were born. My son looked directly at me like "what's up!"and proceeded to look around  the room like where the hell am I. It reminded me of the Kurt Vonnegut book immediately. "To the as-yet unborn, to all Innocent wisps of undifferentiated nothingness: watch out for life. I have come down with life. I was a wisp of undifferentiated nothingness and then a little peephole opened quite suddenly." It was a bit surreal and probably best day of my life, at least top five.

That is lovely. I think both my kids looked at me like “what’s up” and I looked at them like a giant, shocked moron. I had a hard time wrapping my brain around ejecting two little people into the world.

Still….best day ever.

[username]

It evolved into them becoming a couple of bitches. Lol.

What about your son?

He's a son of a bitch. Lol.

Amen. Although times have changed. My daughter who had so many fucking issues with OCD and anxiety over the years is now an honors student in college.
My son who was class president/the “easy one” for many years isn’t so much these days.
It’s a fucking conspiracy. They like hand off the torture mom baton.

[MirahM]

I love that you are so family oriented, like it's any of my business , but it does signal to me that you are very caring individual.

Well now I feel dorky. 
But yes I love my family and they also drive me crazy. That is probably why I live on the other side of the mountains from them. I feel fortunate to have the relationship with family that I have. Also-keeping in mind that my father is a not nice man, but this is the nice thread so I'll keep that somewhere else.
Oh-and its my father's brother who I was talking about. So I think we all stick together because my dad was so fucked up.

[Duchess]

Well now I feel dorky. 

Well, don't, it's not dorky. I live a thousand miles away from my family and there are many times I'd like them to be a simple car ride away.

[Maggot]

Amen. Although times have changed. My daughter who had so many fucking issues with OCD and anxiety over the years is now an honors student in college.
My son who was class president/the “easy one” for many years isn’t so much these days.
It’s a fucking conspiracy. They like hand off the torture mom baton.

I'm glad that worked out I was worried about her for the longest time.

[username]

Thanks Magster.
That was around 8 years of chaos. Poor kid didn’t leave our house for a solid 6+ months at one point in there and all told spent about 15 months of her life in assorted anxiety disorder treatment facilities.
We could never get her to take medication (she took it for two, six month periods in 5^th grade and then again around 9^th grade). And it helped both times and then she’d stop it. Was maddening. Finally when she turned 19 or so she started it again and was mature enough at that point to see for herself how helpful it was/is to her.
She has a pilot boyfriend who rides a motorcycle…they went on a 10 state tour on his bike last year. Not bad for someone who was practically agoraphobic.
If she’d just stop getting tats here and there to commemorate this shit I’d be REALLY happy.

[Maggot]

Yeah, I'm not big on tattoos either but when they turn into adults it's what happens. Ask her what she thinks you would look like with a face tattoo. LOL

[username]

Yeah, I'm not big on tattoos either but when they turn into adults it's what happens. Ask her what she thinks you would look like with a face tattoo. LOL

 . Thank gawd she hasn’t gone for any face tats (I’d kill her I think). But she got a big one on her ankle commemorating some desolate shit town in California she visited (I don’t recall which one but it was akin to stamping “BAKERSFIELD, CALIFORNIA” on her ankle). 
I told her she should either quit the tattoos or pick better vacation sites.

[Maggot]

There was a guy at work today and because he was coming up with tons of excuses on why he couldn't do something (he didn't realize I had done that job before and knew exactly what was needed) I thought of this conversation and asked him if he had a Dragon or an Eagle for a "Tramp stamp"

It was funny as hell. 

[sally]

My son gets anxiety attacks occasionally, not to the point where it disrupts his life, but when he gets them they are bad. Coincidentally he got one two days ago on a job site and called me to come there and talk him through it because I've dealt with anxiety too and know it's terrible. I made up a lie to my husband that the sole of his shoe came apart and I had to bring him another pair. Had he called my husband saying he was having an anxiety attack he would have been told to put a tampon in and go back to work motherfucker.

[BigMark]

Was it Slab City?

[username]

Was it Slab City?

She got one for Kernsville, Ca (pretty much a shit hole AFAIK) and another one for the “Devil Stone Run” they did. 

Correction it’s “Kernville, Ca”. And that’s how it’s spelled on her ankle thankfully. Bad enough to have a dump imprinted on her forever…would only be worse if it was misspelled.

[Carsman]

Something seems to get lost and it's just not the same Tat when the owner gets older!

[username]

My son gets anxiety attacks occasionally, not to the point where it disrupts his life, but when he gets them they are bad. Coincidentally he got one two days ago on a job site and called me to come there and talk him through it because I've dealt with anxiety too and know it's terrible. I made up a lie to my husband that the sole of his shoe came apart and I had to bring him another pair. Had he called my husband saying he was having an anxiety attack he would have been told to put a tampon in and go back to work motherfucker.

I think it’s probably good to have that good guy/bad guy (or tough guy) dynamic however it’s split.

I tried to be both over the years (and sucked at that). I would have loved to be able to say “wait till your dad gets home”. My mom could say that and we’d all fucking salute her. And still loved/admired my dad anyway.

[BigMark]

Probably when I was 16, had a car, money and a hot girlfriend.