Wednesday, December 19, 2007 wanna date my daughter?

Like most teenagers DD seems to really enjoy boys. It seems that boys really like being around DD too. Superhubby and I try to keep an eye on the boys hanging around and usually that isn't a hard thing to do. The high school DD goes to has around 350 students in 9th through 12th grade. Most of the teachers are people we know. It is very hard for kids to get away with anything when mom and dad know your teachers, or are related to them. Once in a while DD drags in a boy from anther school or older boys who have graduated and we don't know well. Superhubby and I have different ideas on what we want in a boyfriend for our daughter.
My ideas are ...
1. kind and considerate
2. loves his momma
3. willing to spend time at our house with us and DD
4. must be planning to do something with his life

Superhubby has his own ideas, as this boy found out this week.....

We love to feed the birds during the winter months. My family room has a bunch of big windows that look right out to the pool deck. This fall we forgot to get out the bird feeder and looked outside one cold day and the birds were lined up looking in the window at us. I went and bought a bunch of bird feed and we loaded up the feeder. The birds loved it for a few days and then we noticed the amount of food they were eating slacked off considerably. Today when I got home from work I think I may have figured out the problem.....I guess I will save money on bird feed this winter.


Wonderful World of Weiners said...

Love this!! Made me totally smile!


kimmy said...

Have you ever seen this one?


RULE ONE: If you pull into my driveway and honk you'd better be delivering a package, because you're sure not picking anything up.

RULE TWO: You do not touch my daughter in front of me. You may glance at her, so long as you do not peer at anything below her neck. If you cannot keep your eyes or hands off of my daughter's body, I will remove them.

RULE THREE: I am aware that it is considered fashionable for boys of your age to wear their trousers so loosely that they appear to be falling off their hips. Please don't take this as an insult, but you and all of your friends are complete idiots. Still, I want to be fair and open minded about this issue, so I propose his compromise: You may come to the door with your underwear showing and your pants ten sizes too big, and I will not object. However, in order to ensure that your clothes do not, in fact, come off during the course of your date with my daughter, I will take my electric nail gun and fasten your trousers securely in place to your waist.

RULE FOUR: I'm sure you've been told that in today's world, sex without utilizing a "barrier method" of some kind can kill you. Let me elaborate, when it comes to sex, I am the barrier, and I will kill you.

RULE FIVE: It is usually understood that in order for us to get to know each other, we should talk about sports, politics, and other issues of the day. Please do not do this. The only information I require from you is an indication of when you expect to have my daughter safely back at my house, and the only word I need from you on this subject is "early."

RULE SIX: I have no doubt you are a popular fellow, with many opportunities to date other girls. This is fine with me as long as it is okay with my daughter. Otherwise, once you have gone out with my little girl, you will continue to date no one but her until she is finished with you. If you make her cry, I will make you cry.

RULE SEVEN: As you stand in my front hallway, waiting for my daughter to appear, and more than an hour goes by, do not sigh and fidget. If you want to be on time for the movie, you should not be dating. My daughter is putting on her makeup, a process that can take longer than painting the Golden Gate Bridge. Instead of just standing there, why don't you do something useful, like changing the oil in my car?

RULE EIGHT: The following places are not appropriate for a date with my daughter: Places where there are beds, sofas, or anything softer than a wooden stool. Places where there are no parents, policemen, or nuns within eyesight. Places where there is darkness. Places where there is dancing or holding hands. Places where the ambient temperature is warm enough to induce my daughter to wear shorts, tank tops, midriff T-shirts, or anything other than overalls, a sweater, and a goose down parka -- zipped up to her throat. Movies with a strong romantic or sexual theme are to be avoided; movies which features chain saws are okay. Hockey games are okay. Old folks homes are better.

RULE NINE: Do not lie to me. I may appear to be a middle-aged, dimwitted has-been. But on issues relating to my daughter, I am the all-knowing, merciless god of your universe. If I ask you where you are going and with whom, you have one chance to tell me the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth. I have a shotgun, a shovel, and five acres behind the house. Do not trifle with me.

RULE TEN: Be afraid. Be very afraid. It takes very little for me to mistake the sound of your car in the driveway for a chopper coming in over a rice paddy near Hanoi. When my Agent Orange starts acting up, the voices in my head frequently tell me to clean the guns as I wait for you to bring my daughter home. As soon as you pull into the driveway you should exit your car with both hands in plain sight. Speak the perimeter password, announce in a clear voice that you have brought my daughter home safely and early, then return to your car -- there is no need for you to come inside. The camouflaged face at the window is mine.

All rules are non-negotiable!


kim-d said...

Oh my gosh--I LOVE puppy chow! It is definitely one of those things that "magically" disappears. And the nice thing is, you can eat 7 lbs. of it and feel like you didn't eat a thing, so a full meal can still be consumed :)! SH told you to get more chocolate??? Chocolate-dipped SH and/or Katy, perhaps????? ;) Oh, did I just say that? Sorry. NOT! ;) ;)