Interesting thread! The way I'd describe my dad now is much different than how I'd have answered as a teen. As a teen I would have adamantly said he is the biggest jerk on the planet.
My dad was very, very strict growing up. He's not a big guy, so has always had a bit of a Napoleon complex. He's very much a my way or the highway kind of guy, though now that I am an adult and have a daughter that he very much adores he's a bit different in that respect. If I didn't have a child, he'd totally still try to control what I do even though I am in my 30s. He can be very intimidating and having black belts in several forms of martial arts (jiu-jitsu, kempo & judo)only adds to that. Growing up he was the master of the lecture, we're talking hours over menial things (like rolling your eyes or saying whatever lol). He'd be a good 45 minutes into chewing your butt and at that point you just don't hear a word.
That being said, he was extremely supportive of us and made sure that we knew how much he loved us. As tough as he was, he was soft on occasion too. We didn't want for much but we learned the value of hard work. He set an excellent example of strong work ethic. He has yet to slow down, he's go, go, go all the time. If he isn't at his real job, he's doing something at home (even if he doesn't have anything he HAS to do, he finds something - there have been a great many spur of the moment 'projects' come out of his boredom over the years - I'll post a picture of one of my favorites at the end of this) He did have his cool moments, have to love a dad that buys you a limited edition Camaro for your first car ;) My little sister got a beater hand me down because I pretty much ruined her chances of getting a sports car with my behavior. Nothing like getting your license pulled for 90 days at 16 for going 110 in a 30. So glad I wasn't paying for my insurance then. The only thing he wouldn't support us with as kids was jumping, he couldn't stomach watching us, he worried way too much. We got hurt doing dumb things in the pasture but never jumping, well I didn't anyway - my sister still has a bum knee from eating a standard.
I moved out of my parent's house in a huff after dad & I had a big blow up over my then boyfriend (who is still my hubby today, 12 years later and my dad calls him his son) We didn't talk for quite awhile but once he came around our relationship changed for the better and has stayed that way.
These days, my dad is pretty awesome. We still have our disagreements, I don't think we will ever get to the point that he is wrong...about anything. But he respects my opinion and doesn't force his on me anymore. He is the first person I call if I'm having a rough day and need a pull your boot straps up reality check to get over myself. He is an awesome grandpa. My daughter adores him, the sun rises & sets with Grandpa Bob. He is so different with her than he was with his own kids. It's fun seeing them together, it's hard to say which one acts more like a kid sometimes.
Here's an example of what happens when my dad gets bored. He got a wild hair up his butt that he should make a sled for the grandkids to ride behind the 4-wheeler. The runners are pvc pipe filled with foam, with a brock dock bench (leftovers from the fishing pier) with clear hose for oh sh*t handles, plexiglass snow shield and a "flag" for the grandkids - it's an old fishing rod with a stuffed frosty the snowman impaled on it
Redneck ingenuity at it's finest, this thing is FUN! 4wheelersled.jpg
My hubby driving, me & a friend with our kiddos on the sled - in our 10 layers of cold gear. sledding2.jpg