Saturday, November 29, 2008

yes, Reagan can date - when she turns 24



Having a little girl has changed all the rules. i know it doesn't sound fair, blah, blah, blah - but i don't care - i would be totally happy if Reagan waited to date until after she finished college. i know that's an unrealistic wish, but in the meantime, i can secretly follow her on all her dates. nothing wrong with being a concerned mother. And just to be safe, we've decided to have any boy who wants to date our daughter pass the application process.
(my favorite is rule #6)


APPLICATION FOR PERMISSION TO DATE MY DAUGHTER NOTE: This application will be considered 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 #________________
HOME ADDRESS_______________________ CITY/STATE___________ ZIP______

ACCESSORIES SECTION:

A. Do you own or have access to a van? __Yes __No
B. A truck with over sized tires? __Yes __No
C. A waterbed? __Yes __No
D. A pickup with a mattress in the back? __Yes __No
E. A tattoo? __Yes __No
F. Do you have an earring, nose ring, __Yes __No Pierced tongue, pierced cheek or a belly button ring? (IF YOU ANSWERED "YES" TO ANY OF THE ABOVE, DISCONTINUE APPLICATION AND 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 to be 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 do IF you grow up? ___________________________ ______________________________________________________________

F. When I meet a girl, the thing I always notice about her first is: ______________________________________________________________

I SWEAR THAT ALL INFORMATION SUPPLIED ABOVE IS TRUE AND CORRECT TO THE BEST OF MY KNOWLEDGE UNDER PENALTY OF DEATH, DISMEMBERMENT, NATIVE AMERICAN ANT TORTURE, CRUCIFIXION, ELECTROCUTION, CHINESE WATER TORTURE, AND RED HOT POKERS.

Applicant's signature __________________________

Mother's signature _____________________________
Father's Signature _____________________________
Pastor/Priest/Rabbi State Representative/Congressman ________________________________

Thank you for your interest, and it had better be genuine and non-sexual. Please allow four to six 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 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 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 air 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 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 potbellied, middle-aged, dimwitted has-been. But on issues relating to my daughter, I am the all-knowing, merciless destroyer 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 the rice paddies south of Saigon. 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.

Friday, November 14, 2008

Rugby game

America's rugby team, the Eagles, came to Utah to play against Uruguay. Aaron couldn't have been happier. we had front row seats, right in the center, the weather wasn't too bad and thankfully we had an absolutely wasted rugby fan right behind us to keep us thoroughly entertained. But more about him later.

first of all, it's quite irritating when a rugby player has better hair than me. i don't care how good he is, it's just not right!



 



 




And to run around, letting it swing side to side, flying in the air - full of bounce and body, was like a knife to my back. cruel, cruel world.



 




But, then i saw Captain American and realized that the drunk guy behind me was right - FREEDOM - was all that mattered. not having thick, long, naturally curly hair... just freedom. (by the end of the game he couldn't remember who was playing anymore so he just started yelling, "FREEDOM".)


 




when i finally got over my jealousy of Fabio - i mean Todd Clever (who not only has great hair, but is also the captain of the Eagles and was awarded the Men's Rugby Player of the Year) i realized i had used what remained of our camera battery. thankfully, the man upstairs had some mercy (and to prevent aaron from killing me) i had enough juice to get one great shot of the game we were actually there to watch.


 



The Eagles won. Aaron was happy. I learned that Freedom is what matters. It was a great night for rugby.

Thursday, November 13, 2008

Family pictures '08

My niece is a photographer and is starting to build up her clientele. So we thought we'd give her a try and couldn't have been happier. she did a great job - as you can see. she found a really cool place in Alpine and was very patient with our kids. we actually got 2 CD's of pictures from her (just over 100 pics) so i tried to go through and pick some of my favorites.



 




 




 




 




 




 




 




 




 




 




 




 




 

Saturday, November 8, 2008

first time eating spaghetti

i'll admit - it's been awhile since i fed a baby spaghetti. (i'm impressed i remembered to strip her down to a diaper. ) In the beginning, i tried to feed her one spoonful at a time. but that was taking forever and i wanted to multi-task, so i figured she was old enough to feed herself while i finished up other things.

i started by just giving her a small bowl of noodles...






things were going well until she became frustrated when she couldn't get the noodles in her mouth by 'drinking' them out of the bowl.







So, she threw the bowl (with an evil little chuckle) showing it who was boss.






Not wanting to clean more spaghetti off the walls and floor, i decided to not give her the bowl back. at first, she tried the "hey, come on, give me another chance" routine.







when that didn't work, she resorted to what usually works with daddy.... the tears. oh, so sad.






when she still didn't get the bowl back, she tried to win me over with her best smooch.







but i was strong, i did not give in. accepting defeat, she sat back with a pile of noodles on her tray and contemplated her next "for the love moment".



Friday, November 7, 2008

my littlest pianist

Reagan loves watching Aaron play the piano, especially when he lets her "help". Here are some of my favorite pictures of her with him.







The Cat In The Hat

my previous Halloween post did not do Noah's costume justice, so i wanted to send out a few more pics.










Halloween

This year I stayed home to hand out candy (our first year having lots of trick-or-treaters) and Aaron took the kids around. He forgot to take the camera, so we have only a few pictures from when i took the kids to his work. Reagan was a little chicken (thanks Meg) and Noah was The Cat In The Hat (thanks grandma)




 



Aaron thought he would go all out and dress up as a cowboy for his office party. good job, babe! lookin' good.

 


The Greenwoods (Wade, Megan, Emma, Sophie and Lily) pick a theme each year for Halloween. I've seen pictures of the years past and it's easy to say they go all out. What's really impressive is Megan makes most of their costumes. i wish i had that kind of talent. if it wasn't for grandma, noah's 'cat in the hat' would have consisted of a black nose with painted whiskers and a chalk drawn stomach on a black shirt.

this year, as you can see, the greenwoods went with 'The Nightmare Before Christmas'.
 



And our cute neighbor girls, Kate and Emma, were the beautiful Glinda and Elphaba (Jamie - i was thinking you could come out here next year and we could be Glinda and Elphaba and run around and get lots of candy and eat it till we get sick. and then go to Starbucks and get strawberry frappachino's!)