What stupid jobs did your dad make you do as a kid?

[biometricks]

I just heard the cement bag replay when Opie mentioned his dad always had them mixing cement and it reminded me of the crap jobs my dad always gave us to do. One summer my dad told me and my brother to move all of the little rocks that we had as landscaping and replace it with mulch. We must have moved 100 wheelbarrow's full of rocks into the backyard just to have him tell us to move them back the next summer and use them as the bed for the cement that we had to mix and pour for a walkway that he wanted all the way around the house. He easily could have rented something to mix the cement with, but nooo... we were on a budget and had to mix one bag at a time in the wheelbarrow using a garden hoe. Worst summer ever...

[noillim]

He didn't make me do anything. I was the baby and I was spoiled rotten.

[d0uche_n0zzle]

I also lived in a Gulag, no heat in the winter and too many chores during the summer.

The coldest my room was in the winter was about 41 degrees and no I'm not lying either.
My mom was one of those nutty woman who liked it cold, so everyone else had to suffer too.

We did have a wood burning stove, which of course required cutting, chopping, stacking...

Also had a huge garden in the backyard too and it needed weeding and all that happy shit.
Thankful there was an old Italian guy who loved to garden so he was there to do the watering and early morning crap.

Now I refuse to do any of that stuff (medical reasons).

[biometricks]

Also had a huge garden in the backyard too and it needed weeding and all that happy shit.

Yeah, we had a large garden too (about the size of a six-car driveway) and my dad wanted a white picket fence around it. So in my dad's unbelievable cheapness he brought home empty pallets from work and told us to cut them up and build a fence. It was probably the roughest wood I have ever seen and I had to paint it with a paintbrush rather than using spray paint which would have been easier and maybe some fun. I can only hope he can come up with some of these fun tasks for the grandkids to do.

[d0uche_n0zzle]

The grandkids will never have to do that shit. It's only fun stuff for them.

When my nieces and nephew were born I swear some sort of alien life form took over my parents.

They are not the same people when I was a kid.

[biometricks]

The grandkids will never have to do that shit. It's only fun stuff for them.

When my nieces and nephew were born I swear some sort of alien life form took over my parents.

They are not the same people when I was a kid.

I'm just sayin... the fence is starting to rot and I'm not gonna drive 2 hours to his house and build him a new one. It sure would be funny if he tried to force me to build a new one though.

[d0uche_n0zzle]

Any other siblings closer? Cause if so tag, they're it.

[YUCK FOU]

i got to bring in wood for our wood burning stove. and i would have to walk basically all the way around the house to get it cause we had a fence that my dad kept locked.. the biggest pain in the ass. at all different times of day too before school after school befor work etc....

[biometricks]

Any other siblings closer? Cause if so tag, they're it.
Yeah, but he's got 4 kids (the last one was born a couple weeks ago and they named him Connor... but that's another story) and he works like 70 hours a weeks so he's exempt.
Dammit, the memories just keep flooding in... I got home from college once and received some great news, he wanted to move the f'n garden further back in the yard so i had to dig up the grass with a pick-axe (neatly of course so that we could save the sod and plant it where the old garden was). At least he was a little less ambitious and made this garden a lil smaller.

[Hummercash]

my dad made me... oh wait, he died before i had to do chores.

just sayin'.

[Taso]

I starting working with my dad from the day I turned 11. Installing carpets and tiles. Fun shit eh, I would carry rolls of carpet, padding, toolboxes, or whatever the hell was in the truck, meanwhile he would walk in just carrying his tape measure or some other BS item.

[Tax Kuntz]

My dad just got drunk and yelled a lot. He died in 1988. The yelling stopped.

[DeltaPin]

One summer my parents decided to add an addition to the house, so to make way for the new room an old patio had to be torn out. Ended up with large chunks of cement and rocks which had to be broken into smaller pieces. Me and my brothers with sledge hammers in hand. With all the rocks down to the proper size, my father had us dig holes strategically around the back yard, dump the rocks in to create dry wells, allowing for proper drainage throughout the yard.

Next year dug channels around the yard, dropping in perforated pipes, creating a sort of irrigation system, inconnecting all the dry wells and the gutter system. To this day, my parents have always had the greenest lawn in the neighborhood.

The addition to the house also included a wood burning stove, so over the next couple of years about 10 trees were cut down and chopped up. Anywhere my father found a tree that needed to be cut down we were there, friends' yards or relatives' houses. Original wood supply lasted almost 10 years.

[Seth]

I had to chop wood once... and only once. I was a little weak 11 year old so it took me too long. But when the wood was delivered, I got to stack it- that was awful. I also had to water the animals and carry 75 lb. bails of hay up our 350 ft. walk to the barn. That blew- I only weighed 100 lbs myself.
Every spring I had to help birth the babies. That was always nice. One day I came home from school and had to save a mother's and baby's lives all by myself... at like 12 years old. Ah the awful ol' days.

One week, I had to take the rocks out of our "garden" and carry them down the 300 ft. driveway to fill in the pot holes. Then my mother hired someone to gravel the drive and she gave up on the garden. I worked my ass off for a week for nothing. She was always doing that shit to me.
Thanks for the memories of those elctricity-less, running water-less, and hard work-full days.

[YUCK FOU]

all ,you know what they say what doesn't kill you makes you stronger...i hated my dad as a kid cause we both were alike and he made me do all this stupid stuff but today out realationship is that much stronger....

[Butt Nugget]

all ,you know what they say what doesn't kill you makes you stronger...i hated my dad as a kid cause we both were alike and he made me do all this stupid stuff but today out realationship is that much stronger....


Yeah, I was the same way. Although he did teach me alot when growing up and I just didn't know it. I was an ass. This thread kinda sucks in it's timing as his death anniversary was recently. I miss my dad.

[Hudson]

My dad was a fucking smart man! That or he read Tom Sawyer like 50 times!
He would always talk up and make jobs look cool to the pre teen boy He got me to take over cutting the lawn. no big deal right? Try using a walking mower on an Acre! (I SWEAR!) on hilly terrain that that varied from a 30% grade to 60% in most areas to an area that was 90%
I took me like three hours to cut the thing, and I thought it was cool! I am such a chump!
Weeding was the bane of my adolescent existance every week we had to weed the front, back and sides of the house. The kicker was the time Dad decided to have me and my sister and himself weed and clean the patch of Crown Vetch that ran down the hill to the lower driveway. We had rakes, the wheel barrow, me and sis were whining because we wanted to go play with our friends and we made our dad a little pissed, he took a step back and stepped on a grass rake, it was like a Tom and Jerry cartoon! The rake came up really fast and WACK! right to the back of the head. Sis and me made like the road runner and left little white poofs where we were. we hid on the roof of our house and were laughing our asses off! We hid on the roof because because we knew the belt would be coming if he found us! Mom just laughed at him when he told her what happened.
The real sick thing my dad did was to my sister's boyfriend of the time, my sister begged my dad to give him a job as we had just put in a pool and needed to landscape the hill next to the pool. My dad reluctantly hired him and put the muscle bound guido to work lugging dirt up the hill and spreading it on the hill. The wheel barrow was one of those barn carts. The guy had dumped so much dirt into the thing that he would turn around and run up the hill like one of those chinese Taxi's
The guy spent the entire summer doing it until school started, the following week landscapers came in and terraced the entire hill with stone in four days.

[Boston Funbags]

I can't think of any outrageous things my dad made me do...except that one night when I felt his whiskey breath on my neck [hmmm mehh hmphh car crash?]....

But, whenever he had a menial Ramon-like task for me to do, like throw something out for him or get him a beer when he was watching TV and I didn't want to do it, he'd be like "I'll time ya!" Somehow that made it a game. So I'd run as fast as I could and when I came back and ask how long it took me, he'd show this fake enthusiasm like he actually had counted and actually was amazed at my speediness, "It took you TEN SEDCONDS!" And I'd be like "Was that the fastest?" and he'd be lke "Yeah"

[NUGHUFFER]

Similar somewhat to Hudson's.......Made me edge the lawn with Scissors!
He used to compete for Mr. Universe contests and such so he's a BIG guy who also knows martial arts. So of course I HAD to.

[kloraferm]

What stupid jobs did your dad make you do as a kid?

I was something he used to call "crinkle crinkle":)

[Razor Roman]

I used to have to go to his office with him and fix the computers. In exchange for this he would buy me lunch.

Now that he is blind and not very healthy, I basically do everything house-related for my mom, even though I Can barely keep up with the chores at my own house.

Somehow my brother gets away with doing nothing... probably because they know he'd manage to screw it up.. huddla huddla.

[Hudson]

one of the worst my dad made me do was a punishment for stapling the frogs we found in the pool to a square of ply wood alive, put cherry bombs under them, lit it and pushed it out into the middle of the pool.
We had a wood pile from a tree that fell down that was Huge! Lined our lower driveway about 50 yards, plus was stacked up to about the bottom window of the second floor of the garage. He had me "move" the wood pile for about 4 hours a day until it was moved to the new spot, then he walked outside said good job, now move it back! Between work, practice, and that shit I wasted the summer of my senior year in High School.