Anon come here and hold the flashlight, I need to fix this thing
point it there.. not there little shit, THERE [without indicating or naming the piece]
..to the right.. more.. I can't see shit useless idiot
where the frick does this piece go, FRICKING HELL
*curses in mother tongue / dialect*
I SAID TO POINT IT AT THAT "THING" [not at one of the 10 identical components next to it]
HELEN SHUT THE FRICK UP
*throws a dish on the floor*
just have a white, non-alcoholic dad, was comfy building stuff.
>white
>non-alcoholic
Ahahahahaha
My kid played with my tools before he could walk, I never bought him any "toy" tools with the exception of chainsaw, because he loved my "real" toys, like the pic related.
He's 9 now, two months ago he helped me build & paint a 4m ladder for attic in our countryhouse.
He also has a personal collection of crowbars, since I showed him Half-Life last year ow he's a fan of Gordon Freeman.
I wont say I never yell at him, but it's usually when he does something stupid or things get dangerous, as they sometimes do in the trade/DIY world.
I feel bad for those of you who dont have a father who is not a psycho.
Jelly man of colour.
I was cutting and hammering together some dovetails today and my 9-month-old boy was laughing his breasts off watching it. He loves those real toys too. Fingers crossed he turns out like yours.
Irish isn't white
Maybe my dad wasn’t white then.
No kids for me yet, but I have some neighbor kids with dumb/useless dads, well the kid next door is a good kid but his stepdad is pathetic.
I was helping fix bicycles for them and I bought a bicycle pump for the kids to share so they weren’t knocking on my door twice a week, and I sort of understand why real DIYer dads don’t have the patience to deal with kids. I wanted to teach them how to change an innertube on a bike so they could do it themselves, since every good kid should know how to fix their bicycle by 10 years old. But they have zero attention span, especially when there’s more than one kid around.
The one kid next door with the useless stepdad was talking about getting a lawn mower and starting a little landscaping business around the neighborhood. Gotta teach him how to sharpen mower blades.
Stay away the kids Kevin
Fricking change your kid’s bicycle tube for him then!
A couple weeks ago the whole group of kids wanted to ride bikes to some bakery a couple blocks away, so the one kid pulls 2 mountain bikes out of his backyard or shed that nobody has touched for years and of course they both had flat tires. I grabbed the innertubes the next day and said I’ll change them whenever and the tubes are still sitting in my garage because the kids lost interest in those bikes.
Then the next day the other kid has a flat on his 20” bike and wants it fixed now, and I had just ordered a pizza, so I ran into Walmart and grabbed a tube on the way home with my pizza, changed the tube, my pizza was cold by the time I was done, and the kid didn’t even ride the bike that day.
Oh and then the other day I just got home from work and was trying to go take a shower and I got caught in the middle of a football game. They needed a QB so I had to channel my inner Michael Vick.
Tbqhwy, the kids piss me off when they’re kicking a soccer ball into my car and shit, but I’m happy they’re outside and not sitting inside in front of the xbox eating doritos and getting fat. The one kid liked to use my bush as a soccer goal so I got him a net from Amazon, and I gave the other kids a nice basketball I came across the other day.
>white
>non-alcoholic
You from Utah or some shit?
Alcoholism isn't all that common.
Tends to run in families. My mom never had the problem (she says she was always scared of that stuff). Her brother and sister both had multiple dui's. Her other brother died from liver problems.
I had a white alcoholic dad. He never let me use his tools.
This.
I was reminiscing on this the other day, I still have the Crescent ratchet from my socket set I got at like 10 years old because my dad didn’t want me touching his tools to work on my bike.
I think I asked for the Dremel for Xmas when I was like 11, and then the Craftsman ratchets are from when I was 12-13 and my mom finally kicked my alcoholic dad out of the house and I became man of the house and got muh first tool chest from Sears Hardware when the stores existed.
I bought a super bright headlamp for $15 off Amazon. I never have to beat my kids unless they get an attitude with me.
frick you dad
you're the fricking reason why i won't visit mom again; you can explain all that shit to her when you find out her heart's broken
>Dad fixes something
>technically fixed, but comes back looking like it took a ride through the sink's garbage disposal.
Same but with car repairs
>winter, 3 hours until it's pitch dark
>don't have garage and good lighting
>dad suddenly appears and says he needs help
>"come here for little help, anon, it's gonna be quick"
>stop doing homework and run to the car
>turns out we need to change engine mounts because car is rotten and engine is holding itself on 1 mount due to abuse from previous owner and because dad drives like in rally
>can't disassemble car, so we improvise
>access to engine is shit
>we use old lever jack for wheels and cinder block with plank for lift
>dad says hold one part and light up
>I hold it and shove light above certain piece
>"more to the right"
>he breaks the rustiest screw
>I get shouted at, called moron, get wrench swung at, and hear lots of swearing
>almost shit myself and leave
>come back 20 minutes later, it's all done, mounts and cords got changed
>everything took 3 hours and lots of swearing
Ever since then I'm not fixing cars with anyone anymore
My dad never really wrenched on cars. I think one time I saw him fix the AC system on a neighbor’s car.
He did HVAC stuff and he had a theory on life, he said he can fix pretty much anything but when it comes to automotive and plumbing, he will happily pay somebody else. Automotive and plumbing are both always dirty as hell and covered in grime and you’re guaranteed to run into something that is rusted and seized. He was kinda right.
My Dad could fix anything, the only problem was that voids any warranty.
>dad says he's thinking of doing something
>ask what his plan is
>tell him why that's wrong, won't work, etc
>do it myself
He has no diy experience, fine neither did I at first, but he also won't do any research into products or how to properly do anything aside from hearing it from a coworker or seeing it on facebook so doing the work myself saves a lot of time and effort going behind him to correct the project.
We're at the point that this is how he suggests things to be done, by threatening to do them himself. Sometimes I let him climb a ladder or move something heavy to get it out of his system.
>he has a plan
he's better than half the dads out there
>Dad has a plan
>Never actually does it
Be happy with what you have, at least you can do projects together with your dad
Don't misunderstand, we never work together in a meaningful way and his plans are usually "I'll go buy this and it'll work because the ad said so", ignoring whether or not it fits (never measures) or if it's right for the purpose. Like he only sees caulk as a single item and doesn't differentiate between acrylic and silicone when it need to be painted.
>hey son help me with this
>hold this
>I will be right back
Shit, that one hits home
"Damn it boy where'd you put this-or-that?!"
Kept an eye on all his movements just to tell him where I (he) had set it down
Is there a correlation with helping DIY as kid and sexual orientation as adult? Like did trannies never help hang drywall as kid? Gonna sigmund freud here and deduct there is. I mean how many trannies from mexican families are there versus how many trannies have government office connected parents?
Non-Whites in general have higher rates of every social/sexual pathology.
[X]
>t. White
I gotchu sempai
INB4
What's with all the old white people getting HIV?
blood transfusions
Frickin'
Nope, those are screened
they weren't 40 years ago which is why it's all old people
40 years ago HIV would have just killed them? Sorry dude, gram-gram fricks.
>new diagnoses
>2017
I disagree
Despite being 13% of the population...
For those of you keeping track at home, that's
48.09% White
20.97% black
20.89% Hispanic
5.24% unknown
2.24% multiple race
1.21% American Indian or Alaskan native
1.15% Asian
0.26% Pacific islander
Obviously multiple race counts as black, and very likely unknown also counts as black, so really we're looking at 28.45% black. So that's 2x overrepresentation. (Swinging the unknowns and multiples the other way, toward Whites, still leaves White people slightly underrepresented). And that can't account for all the unreported abuse, which by all accounts is much more prevalent in black communities.
Homosexual behavior is an overcompensation by men who were ostracized by others as a boy, or didn't get enough time to do guy stuff with their male relatives. We have an epidemic of homosexuals today because we're infested with infanticidal boomers that wouldn't let the benchwarmers play. Read Joseph Nicolosi
Literally take a gender studies class. Or just read a textbook.
>curses in mother tongue / dialect*
My father is a white American so of course I never had to endure this abuse. You should go back to Mexico, or the Mexico of Europe (Ukraine).
there are dialects everywhere in Europe, and these is nothing wrong with that
there*
>and there is nothing wrong with that
ok, thanks homosexual
mexico of europe is obviously poland
Sounds about right.
>He also fell out of an attic and landed in the basement of a house he was restoring once.
fricking kek
Helped my dad constantly from when i could walk until he passed away in 2020. He wasn't the best at anything, but could usually get stuff working again.
As a know it all teenager I got annoyed with some of his halfass fixes so I would spend hours studying on how to do things correctly. Surpassed him in welding/fabrication, plumbing, electrical, carpentry, mechanics, etc. He knew it too. He would let me take the lead on basically everything.
Thanks dad.
Your dad also didn't have you tube or easy diy research growing up
>Your dad also didn't have you tube or easy diy research growing up
True. I didn't have youtube growing up either though. Some things I was interested in were available online when I was younger through forums. Available information has really exponentially exploded in the past 20 years though.
I took automotive classes at the local community college and I did do a lot of research online for subjects I was really interested in such as machining. The internet can be an amazing place if you can focus on learning useful skills. I can also be a huge time sink too.
You deserved the beating with your Dad'ds jumper cables, anon. No matter what your therapist says to you.
I still remember when I re-did the entire wiring of the house with my dad, when I was 12 or so
Blood, sweat and tears
find a subject he's good at, something super easy for this moron, that makes him feel smart. something fricking easy that doesn't cause him to have a tantrum like a little baby man. find that subject, and pretend to be interested in it, pretend you want to be taught how to do it. (preferably something you'd be interested to learn, but let's be honest this guy sounds like a fricking dullard) he might think he's fricking awesome, and he might learn how to communicate things to you without being a dickhead. once he realises how to talk like an adult, he might apply that to other things in the future.
dad kinda fricked me relegating me fetch this, hold that and stay out of the way duty. I understand more now, because we were generally working under strained circumstances (outboard repair while at anchor) and he just wanted to get the job done and avoid further frick ups, but I'm learning a lot of shit I should know myself.
My dad is white and non alcoholic and this is exactly how it always went.
Was never taught how to do DIY as a result. I would occasionally be interested in repairing something or building something as a teen, especially after learning skills in school. If he saw me with tools or I asked where they were he crack up and claim I would break something.
Now as an adult and a few shitty landlords and rented houses later and living on a budget I have learned that I'm actually naturally good at fixing shit but the lack of teaching held me back.
Currently staying at my dad's. None of the doors stay closed. He blames me for having a window open as it creates a draft that makes the doors swing open and closed all night, refuses to accept the people who built the house used shit materials and didn't give a frick.
I shift all the latch plates out by 2mm and doors not actually stay closed.
I start looking at the shitty bathroom lock, jiggle it around to figure out it's problem.
He comes running down the corridor screaming at me to stop it as I'm gonna break the improperly installed lock.
I just fixed all his fricking doors and he still thinks I'm gonna frick shit up beyond all repair if I pick up a screwdriver in his presence.
Yea that's when I just leave the issue that's been neglected for 30 years
It's his house after all
my dad was super patient with me when I was a kid, and was not to bad at diy. he did a lot of his own car maintenance, built a shed, built an add on to our house.
he was a draftsman for sperry flight systems, and the boeing, he later repaired expensive model trains and worked on firetrucks as a hobby.
alzheinmers and vascular dementia took his mind, and he died all in the span of 4 years. it is said that a when an old man dies it's the same as a library burning down. that was no more true than my dad.
dang, bummer anon, that sucks, I like that saying though, it makes me want to appreciate what I currently have more, before the libraries around me start to burn
>starting to drive
>dad shows me how to change the tires on my car
>rotating the tires from front to back etc
>he jacks it up with a volkswagen suicide jack on gravel
>one wheel off the front
>jacks the back up too
>now the car is wobbling on the jacks unsteadily
>he starts panicking
>QUICK WE GOTTA GET THIS WHEEL OFF AND SHWICTH THEM QUICK OR IT WILL FALL AND WE ARE FRICKED
>freaking the frick out
>tries to take the wheel off but its rusty and at a bad angle
>we both try to pull it off while he is screaming
>I say just put some wooden blocks under it and we will figure it out calmly
>he runs to the shed and comes back with a FRICKING PICKAXE
>several sharp hits with the point of the pickaxe knocks the wheel off the hub, we could have just pulled it off
>gets the wheels back on
>he calms down now and doesn't look like he is going to have a heart attack
>beating the nut wrench with an iron bar to tighten' em real good after they have already been tightened to the max
>find a small block on the ground later
>he says its nothing and throws it in the bushes
>find out later it was the wheel balancing weight he knocked off with the pickaxe
>have done it many times since without a pickaxe
Many such cases
Replace the alcohol with meth and you got me pops 🙁
My dad was a fairly competent builder and he just last week helped me install some flooring and plumbing and cabinet installs. He also taught me how to do a decent job installing tile and a half dozen other things in my life.
I really appreciate dad and I feel bad for people who had shitty or dumbass dads.
To compare and contrast my dad with my father in law:
>FIL quit working years ago, long before retirement age, and devolved into neetdom and alcoholism
>builds the flimsiest shelves from weathered garbage old painted wood with nails
>shelves have virtually no support - they will rest on a 2 inch bracket, or be nailed into the edge of a 3/4" piece of plywood
>frames in walls on concrete without nailing down the bottom plate, doesn't even bother gluing it
>hangs drywall crooked, pinches a dangling coax cable between the drywall and studs and calls that "done" without noticing or caring why some drywall isn't flush with the rest of the drywall
>tapes drywall to the concrete foundation in the utility room for some reason
>wood storage shed is "too dark" so he just cuts a crooked rectangle hole in the wall to let more sunlight in - not a neat straight line cut, because he had no plans to put in an actual window, a crooked hole was sufficient
Anyone else have a dad that was competent enough to do a lot of stuff, but b***h moaned and yelled the entire time. Likes to throw stuff also. One time a few years back he throws his sawzall and it hits him in his own leg. After he stops yelling he realizes he is bleeding everywhere. Fricker deserved it.
Same. Then he would get bummed out that i never wanted to do anything with him. If he'd calm the hell down i would have wanted to. Now i have girls so i guess ill never find out if my son would be moronic enough to yell at constantly.
>Now i have girls so i guess ill never find out if my son would be moronic enough to yell at constantly.
There's no doubt.
fatherless underage hands wrote this
>underage hands wrote this
underage hands are slowly taking over this board. Or grown men who have the mental maturity of an 8 year old who has heard a bit about sexuality but has zero experience or accurate understanding. But then it's always been like that, far worse than some of the boards that actually are stuffed with young people.
The real pandemic is the permachild plague happening right before our eyes.
>left
>LEFT
>LEFT LEFT LEFT!
>I'm going left.
>No, I mean my left!
>ineffective communicator
>prone to yelling
always a wonderful combination. Sprinkle in a little 'everyone else is an idiot but me' attitude, and you got a healthy work environment
>hey, could you help me with this?
>give easy task i could do way quicker myself
>it takes a moment but he does the thing
>well done, youre getting good at this
I love my son
>get into a trivial disagreement on how something should be done
>devolves into screaming match
>hurl death threats and obscenities at each other
>cool down, get some lunch and act like it never happened
>repeat next week
Just Father/Son things.
>mfw wife tells me to change the bulb in the cellar
My father never trusted me enough to let me do the real work, since he never taught me anything. He was drinking and living high when I was a kid, then one day he had to stop wasting his life away and began building the house for him and my mom. I was 16 at that time, and I am still grateful to him for letting me use his instruments to learn how to work. One day I was sawing planks using his DeWalt circular saw, the other day I was bucking pine logs with his chainsaw (while listening to Humble Pie's early albums), and so on. He never taught me anything, but now I cut down trees, buck them, do the bricklaying and other masonry-related tasks, weld, work with wires, etc. Maybe one day I will just drop my job and will do simple trades for money. I live in a small forest town anyway.
Fricking GPT programmer making nonsense bots
I'm not a bot, you wienersucker, what the frick is your problem? Among all the similar-styled replies in this thread you chose mine for some obscure reason to call "nonsense". Frick you, you fricking wiener-gobbling homosexual.
This is precisely why there are now two generations of young men who have no idea how to do anything. Hell, I'm one of those young men, 31, only started learning this shit a couple of years when I bought a house, have had to teach myself everything despite my father having been a carpenter and a man's man jack of all trades. Gramps was also a man's man but was a lot kinder and gentler showing me how to do stuff, but he died when I was 12 so I didn't get a lot of wisdom from him.
After so many years of working my office job and renting apartments and just calling maintenance whenever something broke, I felt completely helpless when I bought my house and things started breaking. I don't feel so helpless most of the time these days, but I still run into problems sometimes and have to go to the library and read all the diy books and then watch a million videos on YouTube before i can even start the project.
>Dad had a this huge old barn he was restoring for most of my childhood.
>Needed probably a 40 foot ladder to work on the roof and sides properly.
>Refuses to buy anything but his good ol' 20 foot ladder.
>To get extra height, if needed, he would place the ladder in the bucket of his kubota front loader, lean the ladder against the wall, then climb on to it.
>I, a 7 or 8 year old, would be instructed to work the loader valve to raise the bucket, with him and the ladder on it.
>kubota is a 20 year old piece of shit, valve sticks and is pretty jerky.
>One hit on the valve, the bucket jumps up five feet.
>GODDAMNIT YOU DUMB wienerSUCKER, I SAID DO IT SLOW, THE FRICK IS WRONG WITH YOU, YOU'RE GOING TO FRICKING KILL ME UP HERE, WHAT THE FRICK IS WRONG WITH YOU!?!!?
>Me: sobbing. S-sorry daddy...
>DO IT FRICKING SLOW GODDAMNIT, LIKE I TOLD YOU!
>Hit the valve again, loader lurches up another 5 feet.
>GODDAMNIT YOU DUMB MOTHERFRICKER....
Its weird when you're a kid you genuinely think you're the one doing shit wrong, then you grow up and realize what a fricking scumbag your old man was for putting you through that, when he's the fricking lunatic doing something dangerous like this. He did way more dangerous shit than this btw, he even fell off the fricking barn more than once, but was saved because the ground around the barn was so damn muddy he just sunk right in rather than getting hurt.
He also fell out of an attic and landed in the basement of a house he was restoring once.
Jfc sorry it made me lol tho
Fricking hate ladders btw
your dads name is garry
My dad never wanted to do DIY shit with me, but to be fair I was a homosexual kid. I learned how to do some woodworking in highschool and basic car maintenance on my own and I've been coasting on that ever since, I did get his help when my mom wanted me to make a new dog bowl holder thing because I didn't have any tools, I went over to his house at 2pm expecting to be home by dinner since it was basically a footstool with two circles in the middle but the madman remeasured everything at least 10 times before each single cut, ended up staying at his house until like 9 at night because he kept remeasuring. I haven't asked for his help with anything since and from now on I'm just gonna use my brother's shit.
my father doesn't know how to work any tools so much so he's a tool himself
I remember my dad hitting me at 8 or 9 for handing him the wrong wrench. He was always working on something, and is pretty handy. I learned a lot from him, and I’m grateful for that. But helping him always sucked. My uncle too, I’d go to play with my cousin and end up having to do some kind of bullshit labor, or help him move a fricking forge or whatever. Having to work at the apartments he owned was like a right of passage for the boys in my family.
My dad was always starting projects and getting distracted, or having to work ( lawyer ). So he was building this gazebo for maybe 4-5 years. When you are young, that’s like 1/4 of your life. So he would move in a pallet of bricks, tha after a few months step mom would make him move it. So it would be my job to restock them out of site. Then he’d get back on the project and I’d have to move them to the work area. Then a few months later, back out of site. Rinse and repeat. Fricking hated those bricks. And my dad would always come over and push on the stack, and b***h I wasn’t doing a good job. Small sullen teen moving bricks back and forth and trying to avoid my dad all the time.
It’s too bad too, we have things in common, but he’s just insufferable to be around.
I’m trying to figure out how to be a good dad now. Lots of the shitty things I went through made me stronger. Not sure how to toughen up kids without being an butthole.
I enjoyed reading this. Thank you for sharing.
I'm curious what it means to "toughen up" kids. Maybe teaching them to get back up when they fall down, and modeling that behavior, is enough?
>troon
Anyone using this word is a fricktard. Jannies need to start autobanning or at least word filtering it. Troon was a clever word back on something awful where it meant something. Using it here almost guarantees OP is some kiwi lol cow homosexual. Frick off back to your own shitty site.
>turn it on
>now turn it off
>turn it back on
>turn it off
repeat for 45 minutes
holy frick lmao me and my dad, except replace
>HELEN SHUT THE FRICK UP
>*throws a dish on the floor*
with
>dad yells at me because i dont know what im doing
>tell him to frick off
>proceeds to throw closest shifter at me while im running in fear
>hold the flashlight and nothing else
>dad leaves when I'm 11
>comes back years later
>"why don't you know how to do [diy task]? What are you gay?"
You deserved it.
?t=28
I know that feeling
Dads working on something, mom tells me to help dad but dad says he doesn't need help
>google its hot at the bottom
thats how its like to explain things to kids/early teens, its like their brain is in sleep mode or in a different universe and you need to yell and curse to wake them up and snap them back to reality.
i was no better myself.
>it's always epoxy
Once spent three weeks helping my dad renovate a shitty gross two bedroom apartment into an actually good living space. I was like 13. He yelled at me when I fricked up but he always apologised afterwards and we ate jamaican food and watched jeapordy together. It was fun. Sorry that some of you guys had a more abusive experience.