Question for Bill......

Congrats on the family. 4 or 5 years and you will have a navigator riding the bow.

-Brian G

Congratulations Bill. 

Bill, congratulations to you and your wife.
She is a cutie.

Al

FOR PAPA BILL  ....(for future use )


Ten Simple 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
for
> you.
> >
> > 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
> > 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, 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
> > 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
> > 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.
> >
> >

Way to go Bill! Bring her home in a Huggies PFD

Congrats Bill.  She is beautiful. We will see you on the water in 2007. That will be about the time you start catching up on your sleep.....

Joe and Family

if you like, you can split your gear between mooch and myself. we will make sure it
doesn't get too lonely in 2006,  .

Congratulations Bill and family!

My 3 year old got her first fishing rod from Santa (hohoho); and has been having a blast teasing the cat. She's been fishing with me since her first winter (in her car seat). I just make sure I keep it short. She loves hanging out at the "beach" on the river.

 Congratulations, to you and your wife Bill.  She's a cutie

Happy New year..

if you like, you can split your gear between mooch and myself. we will make sure it
doesn't get too lonely in 2006,  .

yep....Bill, I'll take your GPS, your sturgeon snare and your Toyota 4 Runner if you don't mind 

Congrats Bill AND to your wife.  (She did almost all the work).

Since you eeked in an extra tax dependent in '05, you should buy something nice for your wife

Maybe a new kayak???

Stuart

Mooch, John, not a chance... 

Stuart good idea! I bet she would love a Marauder or maybe a double for the baby and I, let me ask her...

 

hmm maybe later...

bill, with friends like mooch and stu, you don't need enemies!

regarding mooch's other post:

my younger kid slays the kindergarten chicks. and teachers too.
they put envelopes full of stickers and notes in his backpack.
(he doesn't even bother to open them, just tosses them in the trash...)
I don't know what he's got, but I never had it. 

do not introduce your daughters to him! (that goes for you too stu).

then again, I hear arranged marriages are coming back.

he's not bad with a fishing rod, I think he was 3.5 in this one. old dillon reservoir in colorado.



he's good protection against pokemon too:





mooch can be best man?