Comments on: Officially Empty nest

By: Buck

Buck — Fri, 01 Jun 2007 15:42:29 +0000

The first words out of my father-in-laws mouth when he found out his daughter was marrying me were “the least you could do is marry somebody that could support you!” And he was talking to his daugher of course.

I started to tell him that John D. Rockefeller was already dead. But I sat quietly and smiled as is my custom. So I guess it could be said that I have had no cross words with them either.

Since that time her parents have been as close to me as my own. As her mother told me at the time, “one of these days you will understand son”.

And now I do.

Hey, elbows can fly under the basket.

As well they should my friend.

By: RW

RW — Thu, 31 May 2007 19:59:15 +0000

I met my wife back in 1982, when we were both 15.
To this date I’ve never shared a cross word with either of her parents. Not a single one.

And you don’t have to ask what his intentions are. You know that going in.

Those can be blunted, my friend. For example, the first time I drove down the lane in a basketball game my intention was to score a layup; then I saw the big dude guarding the basket, so I backed off and settled for a jumper. The teenager will quickly be advised about the virtues of jump-shooting.

Hey, elbows can fly under the basket.

By: Buck

Buck — Thu, 31 May 2007 17:44:16 +0000

When I first found out my wife was pregnant almost 23 years ago I had a friend tell me that I had better hope it was going to be a boy. When I asked why he told me “well, with a little boy you only have one dick to worry about. When you have a little girl you have to worry about every dick in the neighborhood.”

I wound up with two girls. And when you have daughters you learn to love women in a whole new way. I don’t know if you can ever fully appreciate your wife unless you have had daughters.

Your time is coming Ricky. And you don’t have to ask what his intentions are. You know that going in.

By: RW

RW — Wed, 30 May 2007 20:22:57 +0000

My little girl will be 10 in August and while I know and eventually hope that she’ll find the soul mate that has completed my life I simply cannot fathom a day without her being a member of our home. Oh, well, we’re still many years away from that, if statistics are correct.

Woe be unto the pimply faced punk that knocks on my door in about 6 years, to find a grim-faced and by then (again, hopefully) 6′5″ 245 lb. father asking what his intentions are. It will not be a pretty site, I assure you.

By: smijer

smijer — Wed, 30 May 2007 19:13:01 +0000

Bless your heart. Congratulations on the wedding. Here’s my hopes that the years following it will be just as successful. Cheers!