10 rules for dating a marines daughter
And you were right when you explained to me (at 18) that no one will ever intimidate me again (boy, my drill instructors really appreciated that when it was my turn to vacation in Parris Island). But really, can you please stop bragging to my potential suitors that I can kill them 101 ways with a skilcraft U. Guess I should've bought a wood stove, but won't admit it to her. I can't believe I'm freezing to death in my own living room. By the time I got undressed, pooped and dressed again, I was too tired to shovel. Nothing to do but stare at the wife and try not to irritate her. Tried to find a neighbor kid to shovel, but they said they're too busy playing hockey. Called the BX to see about buying a snow blower and they're out. Took me 45 minutes to get all dressed up to go out to shovel and then I had to poop. The wife wanted me to decorate the front of the house this morning. Bob says I have to shovel or the base will issue me a ticket, and if you get three, you have to move off-base. December 22 - Bob was right about a white Christmas because 13 more inches of the white crap fell today, and it's so cold it probably won't melt till August. Tonight the wife wanted me to sing Christmas carols with her and open our presents, but I was too busy watching for the damn snowplow.
Luttrell is dad to 3-year-old son Axe and 2-year-old daughter Addie."But in reality, if you treat her the way you want these boys to treat her, she will make good choices.Give her the respect she needs to grow into a well adjusted, confident young woman. " When this "Feminist Father" tee went viral over the summer, people expressed similar thoughts about the kinds of "rules" that dads should keep in mind when it comes to their daughters' dating lives.Yes, there is such a look that can come from my older brother that will not only terrify this prospective date, but will leave him having nightmares of the like that will require many thousands of dollars of therapy over the next twenty or so years.You are the one, my dear father, who requires me to always carry that backpack full of duct tape, mace spray, and that wonderful little M1911A1 that you so carefully taught me to fire, accepting only expert scoring. The Great Santini, when you showed up in uniform and required all students to speak only when spoken to, sit correctly at their desks, and smile when ordered to…all in your best screaming- spitting-in-your-face-butting-your-hat-on-the forehead-Drill-Instructor voice (by the way, where did you get the Smokey bear cover? In all honesty, Dear Old Dad, I really appreciate your careful scrutiny of all those I wish to become involved with.