I just read all 8 pages before I realized this thread had been around a while. But I gots kids, so I'm gonna pop in.
Actually, The Totally Awesome Missus Murff (aka Nancy) and I each have 1.5 kids, 1 each from previous 'encounters'.
Nancy has a daughter, Sarah, who was 11 when Nancy and I got married. Sarah is 27 now, graduated from So. Seattle CC Culinary Arts program a few years ago (man, I miss all those cookies and candies she used to make for school), and spent most of 2006 opening / managing a restaurant in Prosser, WA (of all places). Prosser used to be apple country but now rivals Napa Valley for wineries. She is back on our side of the mountain as of this month, looking to start an online cooking show.
Here's a pic of the grand opening of Picazo 717. L to R is Frank the owner, Nancy, yours truly, and Sarah. (I'm not much of a wine drinker, but Sara is thoughtful. She had a bottle of 20 year old scotch there for me, and I did enjoy it.)
Nancy's .5 in this is my son Jake. Jake is 22 and just deployed to Afghanistan the week before this past Christmas. Jake grew up a typical Murphy, too interested in cars and girls to pay attention to anything else. He did hook up with a real nice chick a few years ago and they were married in 2006 when he was home on leave from basic. No grandkids yet but I have a hunch that shortly after he returns from deployment we'll be on our way.
As it is with boys I have had many proud moments and a few where it's a wonder we didn't beat hell out of each other. For that matter I wonder why my Dad didn't beat hell out of me.
Here's a 'proud' moment, Jake filling out his first tech card at Renegade Raceway in Yakima WA. last summer while home on leave. He made his first ever 10 second pass later that night.
I love both of MY kids and miss them terribly when they are not close.
But like has been asked before in this thread, where did the time go? It was just a few months ago I was pulling the training wheels off of Jake's bike, and a few weeks later I was showing him how to speed shift without using the clutch in his '86 Mustang.
I guess it's like that for every generation tho', huh? I was talking to my Mom this weekend, she's 83. She keeps forgetting that
her sons are now in their 50's and 60's.
Murff