I found these hilarious. Now I'm going to Mom's to bake cookies!


APPLICATION FOR PERMISSION TO DATE MY DAUGHTER NOTE: This application will be incomplete and rejected unless accompanied by a complete financial statement, job history, lineage, and current medical report from your doctor.NAME_____________________________________ DATE OF BIRTH_____________HEIGHT__________ _ WEIGHT____________ IQ__________ GPA_____________ SOCIAL SECURITY _________________ DRIVERS LICENSE ________________BOY SCOUT RANK AND BADGES__________________________________________HOME ADDRESS_______________________ CITY/STATE___________ ZIP______Do you have parents?___Yes ___NoIs one male and the other female? ___Yes ___NoIf No, explain: _____________________________________________________________ _____________________________________________________________________ Number of years they have been married ______________________________If less than your age, explain ____________________________________________________________________ACCESSORIESSECTION:2A. Do you own or have access to a van? __Yes __NoB. A truck with oversized tires? __Yes __NoC. A waterbed?__Yes __NoD. A pickup with a mattress in the back? __Yes __NoE. A tattoo?__Yes __NoF. Do you have an earring, nose ring, tounge/nipple peircing, or a belly button ring?__Yes __No (IF YOU ANSWERED 'YES' TO ANY OF THE ABOVE, DISCONTINUE APPLICATIONAND LEAVE PREMISES IMMEDIATELY.I SUGGEST RUNNING.)ESSAY SECTION: In 50 words or less, what does 'LATE' mean to you? ______________________________________________________________ ______________________________________________________________In 50 words or less, what does 'DON'T TOUCH MY DAUGHTER' mean to you? ______________________________________________________________ ______________________________________________________________In 50 words or less, what does 'ABSTINENCE' mean to you? _______________________________ _______________________________ ______________________________________________________________REFERENCES SECTION:Church you attend ___________________________________________________ How often you attend ________________________________________________When would be the best time to interview your: Father? _____________ Mother?_____________ Pastor? _____________SHORT-ANSWER SECTION:Answer by filling in the blank. Please answer freely all answers are confidential.A: If I were shot, the last place I would want shot would be: ______________________________________________________________B: If I were beaten, the last bone I would want broken is my: ______________________________________________________________C: A woman's place is in the: ______________________________________________________________D: The one thing I hope this application does not ask me about is: ______________________________________________________________E. What do you want to be IF you grow up? _______________________________ ______________________________________________________________ ______________________________________________________________F: When I meet a girl, the thing I always notice about her first is: ______________________________________________________________G: What is the current going rate of a hotel room? __________________________I SWEAR THAT ALL INFORMATION SUPPLIED ABOVE IS TRUE AND CORRECT TOTHE BEST OF MY KNOWLEDGE UNDER PENALTY OF DEATH, DISMEMBERMENT,NATIVE AMERICAN ANT TORTURE, ELECTROCUTION, CHINESE WATER TORTURE and RED HOT POKERS_________________________________________________________ Applicant's Signature (that means sign your name, moron!)_______________________________ ________________________________ Mother's signature Father's Signature ______________________________ Pastor/Preist/Rabbi/Bishop______________________________ State Representative/Congressman_____________________________Notary Public(Their stamp goes here ) Thank you for your interest, and it had better be genuine and non-sexual.Please allow fourteen to sixteen years for processing. You will be contacted in writing if you are approved. Please do not try to call or write. If your application is rejected, you will be notified by two gentleman wearing white ties carrying violin cases. (You might watch your back)To prepare yourself, start studying Daddy's Rules for Dating.Rule One: If you pull into my driveway and honk you'd better be delivering a package, because you're sure not picking any thing 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 this 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 than 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 is darkness, places where there is dancing, holding hands, or happiness. 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 strong romantic or sexual themes are to be avoided; movies that feature 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 potbellied, balding, 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 the 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


....ever shampoo a mattress? I did all the furniture and the area rug, but tomorrow we're going to the cabin, so it's a perfect time to shampoo our mattress. I'm worried about getting it to wet and growing mold. Suggestions...?

Looking Back.

I'm sitting here being emotional because I went back and read my blog from when I was awaiting Archers arrival and through his birth. Oh great, my playlist is playing "I Loved Her First." Anyway, I can't believe how tiny he was, and this post especially cracked me up!

I also found what I wrote the very day before Archer came interesting....read here.
Oh, and this post here, posted a mere 6 hours before we became a family of 6.

Seems like just yesterday, and an eternity. I am glad that I have this blog to go back and explore my thoughts and feeling and se what my kidos were up to at certain points in their lives.

I bought "Mommy Journals" for Elliot and Brookelyn when I was expecting her. They didn't have them when I had Trae, and I didn't write in them mich anyway. For some reason, I can write better and faster on a keyboard, so i've started another blog Letters From Mommy so that someday, my kids can read the entries.

I was just thinking the other day about how overwhelmed this mommy of 4 can be, and I mean I was so overwhelmed. Still loved the kids to death, but felt like I couln't continue dealing with all of them by myself. Then one day, I woke up and felt totally different about it. I realized that I was doing to much to soon for to many people. When I decided to let some things go a little, little things, not baths or feedings or anything like that, I felt so happy. The kids were making me laugh and it felt so good. I've always had an urgent outlook on life. I was always in a hurry whether I needed to be or not. So i've taken the time to slow down and realized that life happens whether or not you take the time to revel in it, so I figure there's no time like now to start paying close attention. That way when my kids are grown (in a heartbeat, it seems) I'll have vived memories of them. Maybe that's why I get into photography so much, because I am so afraid that I won't remember these moments. Ah well, sometimes I don't realize how deep I'll get until I've gone there...I guess you get what comes out!

Tis' good for me to reminisce.

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