[ARCHIVED THREAD] - Hello, AR15.com! (Page 1 of 2)
Posted: 4/12/2009 11:20:11 AM EDT
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I've been lurking for a few weeks and reading a lot of posts on this site so I think I'm well versed on the etiquette here. I figured out what blading at forty five is, I know what drawing down means, I understand when and how to use 'I'm foing', and I think I can participate in Caturday because my own cat gives me plenty of ammunition there.
My father (whose logon name was SanityFair) passed away a few months ago. He left me his computer and I stumbled across this place in his bookmarks. So, I wanted to say hello since I've been reading voraciously and felt like an intruder. :) My pop didn't post a lot here from the looks of things, but he had a folder chock full of bookmarks - literally hundreds. And he had a folder full of images he downloaded here called ARFCOM. There are funny pictures of cats, but also a ton of images from the war, etc. And one that I don't quite understand ... which had a man eating a cookie while showering with his gun. 
I'm the proud owner of not only Pop's computer, but several guns that he left to me. Pop always raised us kids to respect and enjoy firearms. He fought long and hard for the second amendment and taught us kids to value our Constitution. I can remember writing letters to our Congressman when I was just a kid. Pop died from asthma and emphysema. It was a battle he fought valiantly for years. I thought I'd log on today and let you know that you have another person fighting for the second amendment and our rights to protect ourselves. I am ashamed to admit that I didn't always listen closely enough to my Pop when he would tell me how tenuous our hold on our guns actually is. I confess that there were times that I would chuckle and think to myself that it was just the paranoia of an old man speaking. When Pop was sure that his days were numbered and he was losing his own battle, he smiled at me and said, "At least I won't have to watch Obama screw up the country I love. I'm checking out just in time, huh?" Then he told me that I needed to keep fighting the good fight for him. So, I'm here to keep my Pop's memory alive and keep adding photos to his ARFCOM folder. I suppose he would have liked that. I'll be a good board poster and happily lend my voice to all of yours as we struggle with this new "administration" and their socialism. Thanks, everyone. |
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I've been lurking for a few weeks and reading a lot of posts on this site so I think I'm well versed on the etiquette here. I figured out what blading at forty five is, I know what drawing down means, I understand when and how to use 'I'm foing', and I think I can participate in Caturday because my own cat gives me plenty of ammunition there. My father (whose logon name was SanityFair) passed away a few months ago. He left me his computer and I stumbled across this place in his bookmarks. So, I wanted to say hello since I've been reading voraciously and felt like an intruder. :) My pop didn't post a lot here from the looks of things, but he had a folder chock full of bookmarks - literally hundreds. And he had a folder full of images he downloaded here called ARFCOM. There are funny pictures of cats, but also a ton of images from the war, etc. And one that I don't quite understand ... which had a man eating a cookie while showering with his gun.
I'm the proud owner of not only Pop's computer, but several guns that he left to me. Pop always raised us kids to respect and enjoy firearms. He fought long and hard for the second amendment and taught us kids to value our Constitution. I can remember writing letters to our Congressman when I was just a kid. Pop died from asthma and emphysema. It was a battle he fought valiantly for years. I thought I'd log on today and let you know that you have another person fighting for the second amendment and our rights to protect ourselves. I am ashamed to admit that I didn't always listen closely enough to my Pop when he would tell me how tenuous our hold on our guns actually is. I confess that there were times that I would chuckle and think to myself that it was just the paranoia of an old man speaking. When Pop was sure that his days were numbered and he was losing his own battle, he smiled at me and said, "At least I won't have to watch Obama screw up the country I love. I'm checking out just in time, huh?" Then he told me that I needed to keep fighting the good fight for him. So, I'm here to keep my Pop's memory alive and keep adding photos to his ARFCOM folder. I suppose he would have liked that. I'll be a good board poster and happily lend my voice to all of yours as we struggle with this new "administration" and their socialism. Thanks, everyone. Welcome.. But a lot of the guys here won't read your posts unless you're a paying team member. Sorry, I know..it sucks. Either join or be ignored...your choice. |
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Quoted: And one that I don't quite understand ... which had a man eating a cookie while showering with his gun. That's Shoes!  From his classic thread; http://www.ar15.com/forums/topic.html?b=1&f=5&t=475837 |
Man that post is a tear jerker.
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Quoted: And one that I don't quite understand ... which had a man eating a cookie while showering with his gun.
That's Shoes!
From his classic thread; http://www.ar15.com/forums/topic.html?b=1&f=5&t=475837 My wallpaper for the longest time!  Welcome, sanityfair!  Sounds like your old man should've posted more.  Sorry for your loss. 
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I've been lurking for a few weeks and reading a lot of posts on this site so I think I'm well versed on the etiquette here. I figured out what blading at forty five is, I know what drawing down means, I understand when and how to use 'I'm foing', and I think I can participate in Caturday because my own cat gives me plenty of ammunition there. My father (whose logon name was SanityFair) passed away a few months ago. He left me his computer and I stumbled across this place in his bookmarks. So, I wanted to say hello since I've been reading voraciously and felt like an intruder. :) My pop didn't post a lot here from the looks of things, but he had a folder chock full of bookmarks - literally hundreds. And he had a folder full of images he downloaded here called ARFCOM. There are funny pictures of cats, but also a ton of images from the war, etc. And one that I don't quite understand ... which had a man eating a cookie while showering with his gun.
I'm the proud owner of not only Pop's computer, but several guns that he left to me. Pop always raised us kids to respect and enjoy firearms. He fought long and hard for the second amendment and taught us kids to value our Constitution. I can remember writing letters to our Congressman when I was just a kid. Pop died from asthma and emphysema. It was a battle he fought valiantly for years. I thought I'd log on today and let you know that you have another person fighting for the second amendment and our rights to protect ourselves. I am ashamed to admit that I didn't always listen closely enough to my Pop when he would tell me how tenuous our hold on our guns actually is. I confess that there were times that I would chuckle and think to myself that it was just the paranoia of an old man speaking. When Pop was sure that his days were numbered and he was losing his own battle, he smiled at me and said, "At least I won't have to watch Obama screw up the country I love. I'm checking out just in time, huh?" Then he told me that I needed to keep fighting the good fight for him. So, I'm here to keep my Pop's memory alive and keep adding photos to his ARFCOM folder. I suppose he would have liked that. I'll be a good board poster and happily lend my voice to all of yours as we struggle with this new "administration" and their socialism. Thanks, everyone. Welcome.. But a lot of the guys here won't read your posts unless you're a paying team member. Sorry, I know..it sucks. Either join or be ignored...your choice. He/She is a Team Member now. Sorry for you loss Sanity. Welcome to the forum, and thanks for picking up your Father's torch. He sounded like a wise fellow. Now pick out a cool avatar. 
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Good job. 
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Welcome aboard and may your father R.I.P. hope to see more of you around.
Post some pic's of your/your Fathers collection if you get a chance, no better way to honor him than to share with others his collection and love of the shooting sports/second amendment. P.S. Thanks Tater Salad for stepping up to the plate the way you did, no better way to accept a new member carrying on family tradition. Now if only the rest of ARFCOM could be so generous 
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Welcome aboard and may your father R.I.P. hope to see more of you around. Post some pic's of your/your Fathers collection if you get a chance, no better way to honor him than to share with others his collection and love of the shooting sports/second amendment. P.S. Thanks Tater Salad for stepping up to the plate the way you did, no better way to accept a new member carrying on family tradition. Now if only the rest of ARFCOM could be so generous It's the least I could do for someone that thought enough of ARFcom and his/her Dad, to come in and introduce themself. Maybe a Mod/Staff will post soon to help the new Sanity update his his/her login/email info. To Sanity: you might want to put a link to this thread in your "sig line" to answer all the "40 posts in 8 years, wth?" questions every time you post. Whatever you do, keep this account. Your Dad was a member here for a long time, even though he didn't post very often. 
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I stepped away to have Easter dinner and hide eggs for my boys (I lovingly call them my wildebeest... they're 3 and 5 and they have both already forgotten more than I'll ever know. They're my life and I'm so proud I can't stand myself sometimes. I'm that man who shows everyone at work pictures of the kids every chance I get.).
I'm utterly humbled and amazed at all the kind comments and that someone would buy me a membership. I'll try my best to pass along a membership to someone else. :) Let's see, someone asked to know more about Pop. I couldn't tell you about Pop unless I mention the two most important women in his life and how he treated them. I think what I will remember most about Pop is how he was with my littler sister. My little sister was born with a lot of problems and they told Ma and Pop that they'd be better off putting her in a home, but they wouldn't hear of it. I was fourteen when she was born and you could look high and low and never find a kinder soul than her. They named her after my grandmother, but she was always 'lil bit' to us because she didn't seem to grow. Ever. Our time with her was short, but Pop thought the sun rose and set in her. He felt that way about all of us, but lil bit seemed to grab hold of his heart with both hands. She couldn't walk and Pop worked two jobs for a while to get her a motorized wheel chair, but she passed away before she could use it. Pop never forgave himself for taking that second job. He said that they paid him well, but it was an expense for lil bit not to have her daddy there. He started up his own business after that and made a fair living ... and was able to spend time with us kids. He tried to make up for what he lost with lil bit by giving us more of himself. I'll always be grateful to lil bit for teaching us all how to value time. After lil bit passed away, Mom went into a deep depression and Pop tried to lift her spirits by taking her out of the country for the first time on vacation. Wrong thing to do. Mom's appendix burst and she nearly died. Let me say here and now that anyone who knocks America's health care needs to go try to have a routine surgery overseas. They did a blood transfusion and mom was given blood that was HIV positive. She lived with AIDS/HIV for six years before it took her. This was back when it was all new and not a lot was being done treatment wise. And until you see someone die from AIDS, you haven't really seen true agony. Not even morphine could knock the edge off her. She weighed seventy pounds and there wasn't an inch of her that didn't have lesions that would weep and bleed. Pop still said she was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen and never left her side. He'd feed her when she couldn't lift the fork and wash her hair when she worried over it. My pop stayed with her day and night and finally brought her home to die at the end. He wouldn't hear of her dying in a hospital. We were all there with Mom and we were all there with Pop, too, when he died. My wildebeest were sitting on the foot of the bed patting him on the feet when he took his last breath. I'm a single father now. My ex-wife met and fell in love with someone who worked at her gym and has moved to Mexico. My boys haven't seen her in almost three years and that's fine with me. I'll never bad mouth her to our children and I'll always be grateful that she gave me my boys, but I sure don't miss her. I'm a single dad who works 40 hours a week and tries to cram as much life and living as I possibly can with the boys because time flies. I know that's true because Pop shook my hand the day I graduated high school and told me it felt like yesterday that he was waving goodbye to the school bus the first day I went to school. And when I was shaving his face for the last time, Pop told me that he remembered teaching me how to shave my own face and he couldn't believe that he wouldn't be around to see the wildebeest learn to shave. And Pop was also there the first time I held both of boys and he patted my shoulder and said, "Well, you really start living now, boy. Just wait and see." And it sure does feel like yesterday that Pop took me hunting for the first time and let me believe that I had shot our deer even though I'm pretty sure I actually shot up in the air from excitement and couldn't have hit the side of a barn anyway. I needed glasses and didn't know it yet. :) I want to make life count for my sons and raise them up to be the kind of men that Pop made me. That means that these boys will be Christian, conservative, lifetime NRA members, Boy Scouts, hunters, and most of all ... accountable. Well, I wish I had a cliff's notes version of my life. I'm sorry to ramble so much. I sure do thank all of you for your kind words and the membership and for letting me come here and play. It's nice to talk to people who aren't fluent in Bob the Builder and Veggie Tales. :) |
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Well, I feel blessed beyond words. I was able to do an archive search on Pop's old posts. I always knew that he loved little Megan (my sister), but getting to read what he said about her is like hearing him again. What a beautiful Easter gift. Thank you , tater, for the membership and for letting me "hear" Pop again:
Once upon a time, the wife and I were the proud parents of a baby girl. She came roaring into the world at a whopping 8 pounds and had the prettiest little face I've ever seen. The doctors had told us before she was born that things looked "amiss" with the ultrasound and her heart beat was erratic at times. The wife spent the last eight weeks of her pregnancy in the bed and we couldn't wait to become parents, even to a special needs child. Megan Danielle was with us for three years before her tiny little heart gave out and in those three years I learned what it was like to feel absolute, true love. One of her legs were deformed and she was in a small wheelchair, but there was nothing wrong with her arms when she hugged me. And her eyes were always out of focus and she wore coke bottle glasses that allowed her to see about 75% ... because she was practically legally blind. And because of lack of oxygen in the birth canal, she never could speak really good, but I knew exactly who she wanted when she wanted me because her eyes would light up and those little arms would reach for me. She seldom cried. I think I saw her cry the most there at the end when they were giving her medications that made her sick and had operated on her heart for the last time. Megan was a *good* kid. She would sit for hours if we let her and listen to the television with her eyes closed. And she'd laugh if she heard a laugh track on a sitcom and she'd try so hard to make word sounds, but never could quite get it. Would I change a thing? Hell, yes. I'd have her here with me today ... sitting in her wheelchair watching me build furniture. Or maybe she would have been completely blind by now in which case I'd laugh and sing to her the way she used to love. Bottom line is ... these kids didn't ask to be retarded or deformed and the advances that are being made in medicine today are astounding. The kid you abort today could have been the key to a breakthrough tomorrow. Megan could feel love. She laughed. She smiled. She felt pain. She liked a blue teddy bear better than anything else and she'd hold it under one arm and run her fingers through the shaggy fur over and over. God, I miss her.
What an Easter this has been. It was my first without Pop, but he was here all along. Thank you again! |
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Well, I feel blessed beyond words. I was able to do an archive search on Pop's old posts. I always knew that he loved little Megan (my sister), but getting to read what he said about her is like hearing him again. What a beautiful Easter gift. Thank you , tater, for the membership and for letting me "hear" Pop again: Once upon a time, the wife and I were the proud parents of a baby girl. She came roaring into the world at a whopping 8 pounds and had the prettiest little face I've ever seen. The doctors had told us before she was born that things looked "amiss" with the ultrasound and her heart beat was erratic at times. The wife spent the last eight weeks of her pregnancy in the bed and we couldn't wait to become parents, even to a special needs child. Megan Danielle was with us for three years before her tiny little heart gave out and in those three years I learned what it was like to feel absolute, true love. One of her legs were deformed and she was in a small wheelchair, but there was nothing wrong with her arms when she hugged me. And her eyes were always out of focus and she wore coke bottle glasses that allowed her to see about 75% ... because she was practically legally blind. And because of lack of oxygen in the birth canal, she never could speak really good, but I knew exactly who she wanted when she wanted me because her eyes would light up and those little arms would reach for me. She seldom cried. I think I saw her cry the most there at the end when they were giving her medications that made her sick and had operated on her heart for the last time. Megan was a *good* kid. She would sit for hours if we let her and listen to the television with her eyes closed. And she'd laugh if she heard a laugh track on a sitcom and she'd try so hard to make word sounds, but never could quite get it. Would I change a thing? Hell, yes. I'd have her here with me today ... sitting in her wheelchair watching me build furniture. Or maybe she would have been completely blind by now in which case I'd laugh and sing to her the way she used to love. Bottom line is ... these kids didn't ask to be retarded or deformed and the advances that are being made in medicine today are astounding. The kid you abort today could have been the key to a breakthrough tomorrow. Megan could feel love. She laughed. She smiled. She felt pain. She liked a blue teddy bear better than anything else and she'd hold it under one arm and run her fingers through the shaggy fur over and over. God, I miss her.
What an Easter this has been. It was my first without Pop, but he was here all along. Thank you again! You are very welcome. We're all glad to have you on the team. I was hoping you might be able to find some of your Dad's old posts.
Happy Easter! |
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Welcome and sorry for the loss of your Father. Please stick around and share more stories about your father.
You may want to cross post this here. The Memorial |