Posted by Toph on March 1, 2005, at 17:15:10
In reply to Re: * !, posted by Toph on March 1, 2005, at 16:49:43
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> Thank you for asking.(So this won't get booted off PBW):
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> Once upon a time, I went skiing with my son, Matthew because he thinks we don't care about him anymore. He has been kind of narcissistic which is kind of like describing your average young male. I was always frustrated with him not calling home, forgeting birthdays, not ever saying thank you, never calling his sisters at college, being so defensive about any criticism, not appreciating his step-mother who raised him as if he were his own, the repetitive lying, even confronted with irrefutable proof,his dishonesty with girlfriends, stuff like that. I would feel ashamed that I didn't always like my own son.
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> So, I fly to Denver for 4 days of skiing with Matthew hoping for some bonding. It was mostly a good experience. Mainly I learned a lot about my son that I should have know but had to witness first hand. He is an incredibly independent young man. He lives with 5 other guys whom he proudly introduced me to. They are his age and graduating soon. (Matthew had to work a couple years to establis Colorado residency)
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By becoming a Coloradan it saves $20,000 off out-of-state tuition. Anyway, we went to the bar where he is a bartender and all these people came up to Matthew and he introduced me to them all. We drank beer, played darts, told bad jokes, had fun. Drinking with your kid for the first time instead of yelling at him for having a party when you are away is kind of cool, actually.The next day we head up to Breckenridge staying at a friend's condo for $100/night (normally would have cost triple that). I rent skis and we head up to the top of the mountain. I'm pretty good but I make GS turns while my son goes right down the fall line making rapid turns like he's a hula girl or something. I have to stop 5 or 6 times because they have some sort of oxygen shortage in Colorado. Also my thighs are burning like Atlas. So Matthew (I call him Budweiser or Bud for short, Budweiser when he was at the plate batting and all the mothers thought I named my son after a beer) would stop periodically out of pity and just when I'd catch up to him the bastard would take off again (after calling me an old f*rt or something else equally endearing). On the chair lift we'd argue who was better - I'd say that technically I was a better skier and he'd basically say that I ski like a girl. So I'd say tell that to Picabo Steaks and he'd say so you're telling me you are worse than a girl. That kind of bonding.
I know this is kind of disjointed and probably more than you wanted to know anyway, but I haven't really gotten to the good part yet and I've got to go pick up my wife from work so I'll finish later if you don't mind. This could be days from now cause she hates it when I'm on the computer at home. Bye
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