A model posed with my bike.

[wild_deuce03]

OK, she looks like a model to me! She's home schooled and they had prom tonight. This was her first dance and man did she clean up good. I'm used to seeing her like a tom boy, never wears makeup. Now I see why I never wanted her to wear any. Looks way too old! Well, there is a cruiser in the pic so I posted it here. Just please keep any comments respectful. That there is my 14 year old baby!

[ecave]

Great pic Ryan. You should be proud...I know you are.

[wild_deuce03]

Originally Posted by ecave

Great pic Ryan. You should be proud...I know you are.

Thanks! I am proud and yet soooooooooo scared at the same time!

[Munch]

Nice bike! And... I feel your pain... mine just turned 13 this past Monday...luckily she is a tom boy / book worm... god I am not looking forward to the day she grows out of that. Luckily, she's already convinced I am nuts and dangerous... so any boy friend prospects already get the heads up on being respectful.

[wild_deuce03]

Originally Posted by Munch

Nice bike! And... I feel your pain... mine just turned 13 this past Monday...luckily she is a tom boy / book worm... god I am not looking forward to the day she grows out of that. Luckily, she's already convinced I am nuts and dangerous... so any boy friend prospects already get the heads up on being respectful.

*sigh* Yes, they grow up way too fast! She'll be 15 in a couple months. The time just flies by. And just about everyone of her friends are terrified of me. And I plan on keeping it that way!

[ecave]

Originally Posted by wild_deuce03

Thanks! I am proud and yet soooooooooo scared at the same time!

I hear you. My daughter is 9. I am getting ready to start on the fence with razor wire and sniper towers!!!

[Sick Tom]

The guys are gona be calling, she's a darling! I got another thought what if when she is allowed to date and her boy friend got a bike, going to let her ride 2 up, scary isn't it.

[wild_deuce03]

Originally Posted by ecave

I hear you. My daughter is 9. I am getting ready to start on the fence with razor wire and sniper towers!!!

I hear ya on that one. I've got another cutie waiting in the wings that's 9 also. Scary stuff!

Originally Posted by Sick Tom

The guys are gona be calling, she's a darling! I got another thought what if when she is allowed to date and her boy friend got a bike, going to let her ride 2 up, scary isn't it.

What scares me more than that is if she brings home a Soldier that rides in a few years! That'd be some scary crap!!!

[mwmalotte]

Originally Posted by wild_deuce03

*sigh* Yes, they grow up way too fast! She'll be 15 in a couple months. The time just flies by. And just about everyone of her friends are terrified of me. And I plan on keeping it that way!

Just make sure you're always cleaning the shotgun when the boys come a'callin'

[Munch]

Originally Posted by mwmalotte

Just make sure you're always cleaning the shotgun when the boys come a'callin'

No shotgun for me...too tempting to use it with a fiddle in the background... naw for me the dog is at my side with the chain held loosely in my hand.....
"honestly officer...I had a good grip, he just lost this mind!"

[keithert]

Look up the song by Rodney Atkins called 'Cleaning this Gun'.

[wyfapres]

Very cool pic Ryan!!, mine have all since flew to coop but i do remember how much fun it was to play the crazy old man biker when the boys came around..haha My SOL's still know I am nutz enough to hurt them bad if they mess up..

[vulcan_dude]

A beautiful young lady indeed.

I have 2 young beauties as well, ages 15 and 13... bumpy roads ahead!

[Miralcos]

My youngest just went to her senior prom. I always make sure the weapons are seen in some way when the boys come around.

[wild_deuce03]

Thanks for all the compliments. She certainly has turned into a beautiful lady. It kind of funny how us dads feel about our kids. We don't want anyone touching our daughters yet my 5 year old son comes home from school and tells me some girl gave him her phone number on the bus and I'm all proud! I know it's a double standard but that's just the way it is!

[wild_deuce03]

Originally Posted by keithert

Look up the song by Rodney Atkins called 'Cleaning this Gun'.

Really is one of my favorite songs. Thought it was too perfect the first time I heard it.

[badfinger]

thank god she looks like her mother.......lol good lookin daughter indeed

[Ruger]

Originally Posted by wild_deuce03

Really is one of my favorite songs. Thought it was too perfect the first time I heard it.

Hehe, time to lock the doors. LOL Very nice picture. I survived my 2 girls growing up. One is married. I told the other one she would have to wait 10 or 12 years before I could pay for another wedding. Mine are 29 and 27 now!

Then next thing you need to do is post this at the door and make some copies to hand out to boys.

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 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:
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 feature chainsaws 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 so help you God. 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.

Also, you might want to make copies of this one so the boys can fill it out ahead of time.

Application for Permission to Date My Daughter | Encyclopedia of Humor


Good Luck

[warsw]

Originally Posted by wild_deuce03

OK, she looks like a model to me! She's home schooled and they had prom tonight. This was her first dance and man did she clean up good. I'm used to seeing her like a tom boy, never wears makeup. Now I see why I never wanted her to wear any. Looks way too old! Well, there is a cruiser in the pic so I posted it here. Just please keep any comments respectful. That there is my 14 year old baby!

Good picture and your daughter is a real beauty. It sounds like you and your daughter have a great relationship. Keep it that way and she will be just fine. Early teens are definitely tuff times.

[wild_deuce03]

Originally Posted by Ruger

Hehe, time to lock the doors. LOL Very nice picture. I survived my 2 girls growing up. One is married. I told the other one she would have to wait 10 or 12 years before I could pay for another wedding. Mine are 29 and 27 now!

Then next thing you need to do is post this at the door and make some copies to hand out to boys.

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 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:
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 feature chainsaws 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 so help you God. 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.

Also, you might want to make copies of this one so the boys can fill it out ahead of time.

Application for Permission to Date My Daughter | Encyclopedia of Humor


Good Luck

LOL! Rule 2 and 5 are me exactly. I don't need the boyfriends to make small talk with me. Don't kiss my a$$. Respect my daughter and treat her right and things will be OK.