FYI...for your information, review, and comment.
I couldn't get the link to work.
Your website is down Jeff.
Browser can't find your server: jeffhead.com
I'm very interested in hearing this (we need it!) but the link won't work.
"Site Not Found"
It is downloading a bit slow though; I suspect we're overloading the server.
GOT it! from your page, not link
It is relaly wierd because it is working fine for me here in Idaho.
jeffhead.com is down.
NOOOOOOOOOOOOoooooooooooo...
Years ago, a young man honked his horn for my daughter to come out for a date.
Instead, he got me.
I walked out to the car, opened the passenger door and sat down. I said "here is how it works, you ring my door bell, I let you in. I ask where you are going, and what time you will be bringing my daughter home. IF I APPROVE your plans, she can go out on her date with you. By the way, I am a reasonable man. If there is a good reason to stay beyond her curfew, we can talk about it."
I only had to do that once. Word got around, and the boys knew that blowing the horn was not acceptable.
.....Bob
That by itself will do nothing, but if she ever has to use deadly force it will be part of the record.
It downloaded, but the volume is way too low to make out what you are saying, even with all settings maxed out.
Ten Rules for Dating My Daughter
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 pneumatic 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:
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, 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, 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 outside of 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.
Jeff,
I'm not trying to be a wet blanket douche here.
That message is perhaps workable, it has issues
It sounds to me like a fantasy message.
Teen Suitors need Genuine messages. If you intend to intimidate anyone that is courting your daughter, you gotta deal with the fallout.
Which is not a good thing. For she will be more likely to latch onto a bad man later on in life in order to get the kind of "protection" she got as a child.
I think your daughter is better off learning how to handle persistent suitors on her own. She needs to learn how to say NO and furthermore, she needs to develop the same kind of cutting wit as her father so she can effectively deliver that message for herself.
Well done, Jeff. Would that ever yDad thought that way...
I was always sitting cleaning my rifle or shotgun or sharpening up one of my, rather large, knives, with knuckle guards, when a young man came to pick up one of my daughters.
Some of the looks I got were priceless, especially when sharpening my knives.
But they always had my daughters back on time, in a state approximating decency.