CONGRATULATIONS!!!

Everyone, this is our daughter. She would be the one with the wacky hair in the top left of the picture. The picture was taken at The Putting Edge, where we went with this group of friends (my Goddaughter, Samantha, is second from the left on the front row) for Ti-Ana's 13th birthday.

However, her birthday is not what the congratulations are for. Yesterday, she called to say that she was accepted (with a $75 entrance fee?!?!?) to the high school of her choice; Notre Dame Catholic Secondary School. There are many reasons to be happy about this. One, she got into the school of her choice. Anyone with a daughter out there KNOWS that this is a much more desirable situation than dealing with a teenager who did not get accepted into the school or program or team or clique of choice. Secondly, it makes planning for next year a whole lot easier. Well, not easier on the pocketbook what with books, supplies, uniforms, trips, extras, etc.

But, the number one reason that we are soooooo happy she got into ND? No Boys! Oh sure, there are boys down at that nasty all boys school called Neil McNeil, but after the stories I'd tell about those losers who'd asses we kicked all the time in sports, there would be no doubt that none of them would ever be acceptable to bring into our presence. None of them would pass... THE TEST.

Speaking of tests, after many requests, I have finally located the two versions of the rules for dating my daughter.

The Ten Rules For Dating My Daughter

and the original work it was derived from, the basis of the John Ritter hit,

The Eight Simple Rules For Dating My Daughter.


I'll include this contract/permission to date my daughter, though it has some politically incorrect wording. There are other modified versions out there. Just GOOGLE it!