Birth Announcement

[DadRabit]

congrats my friend to you and mrs ranger

S! sir

[SuperDud]

Congrats Ranger!

[1Boner]

how did you find time to concieve a new child???  i mean with all the AH that you play?  get your priorities straight!!!                          

congrats ranger !!!!    another bop for the horde!!! yaaaaaaay!!!  

[Speed55]

Congrats

[Schatzi]

Originally posted by 1Boner
how did you find time to concieve a new child???

*must ... resist... the urge... to make a comment....*

[rshubert]

And the Mrs., of course.  Talk to you when I get back to Ohio on Saturday!

[thndregg]

Congrats, Ranger.

[68ROX]

Not "teenie", Ranger....by the rules of fishin'--too big to throw back, so ya have a definite "keeper"!  

A BIG CONGRATS to you and Mrs. Ranger from the ROX household!

PLEASE post pics on this thread of the little munchkin when you can.

My prayer is that you are ALL HOME safe and healthy ASAP.



ROX

[Sketch]

Congrats buddy!  Hope all goes well over the holidays for you and the family.  Trying to figure out why when I am on leave I am busy and when I am at work I am not....  oh yeah, the wife is dragging me to every edge of the area doing 'shopping'....    enjoy Ranger....
And Boner, he did it while he was flying.... his wife likes his 'headgear'!

[detch01]

Congrats Ranger & Family! .



Cheers,
asw

[nirvana]

Congrats Ranger!

[EPER]

WTG...........

[Treize69]

3 girls? You are a braver man than I...

Congrats on the new addition

[moneyguy]

congrats pops!!!!  

[E25280]

I can't believe this hasn't been posted yet, so I guess it is up to me . . .
A little help for the future . . .

10 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, as 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 his 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:
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 features 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.