I mentioned my Dad in one of my other posts, today I would like to tell you a little bit about my parents. I will start with my Dad. My Dad was a rough, tough man that owns his own business and has been doing REAL physical labor (working with his hands) for his entire life. I really look up to my Dad, and hope that some point in my life I can be even half the man he is! Growing up I can remember my Dad working hard all day, gone before sun-rise and home after sun-set, but he could still make it home to read my brother and I a few chapters out of whatever book we had chosen for him to read. Most of the time it was Tom Sawyer or Huck Finn. He would come into our rooms and we would sit up and listen to him read. The thought never crossed our minds that he had been working all day and he had not had supper yet, but he would still spend time with us first. I remember one summer when my brother and I were little, we had been fighting out back (Luke I think this might be the time you threw the brick at me) and Mom caught us. Previous to this, Mom had busted my brother and he turned and laughed at her, so from then on out we got the “GO TO YOUR ROOM AND WAIT FOR YOUR FATHER TO GET HOME!” Well this time Luke and I went to our room, of course not talking to each other and waited in silence on our beds. I was watching, well probably glaring at Luke, because this was not the first time I was in trouble and it was his fault. All of the sudden like watching a light come on, Luke got an idea, so without saying a word he gets up off his bed strips down to his tighty-whities and started putting more underwear on over the top of his used pair. I told him it would not work, mostly because I was jealous that I hadn’t thought of it. Anyway a little later Dad comes in and gets me and takes me to the other room, and without even asking my side of the story, because Mom was the Judge and Jury and Dad was the executioner, tells me to lean over the bed and he busted me. He then told me to go back to my room and tell Luke to come in, so with tears in my eyes I did just that. I can remember sitting on my bed listening to Luke beg and plead, then I hear the swat, and Luke’s cries. I kinda laughed inside and thought that he got it worse then me! Then Luke walks back into the room by himself, as soon as he gets into the room and pulls the door shut his cries became a VERY BIG SMILE. Moral of the story kids, put on your clean undies no matter what the situation. Once I was in High School, my Dad and Mom both went to every event that I was in, no matter how big or small it was. They would take time to come to basketball games 2 or 3 nights a week. Mom would always have plenty of food ready after the games, because she knew that our house was always full of boys after the games. My Mom is great about that. Now let me switch gears and tell you about my Mom. Remember my story, my Mom was not too weak to bust us, on the contrary, her bustins often hurt worse then Dad’s, but I think it broke Mom’s heart every time her boys were in trouble and even worse when she had to spank us. My Mom is one of the most loving women I know, she would give you her last dollar if it meant you were happy! I love you Mom and Dad, thank you for everything!
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