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Betty Ford wants you

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The Betty Ford Alpine Gardens needs volunteers for the gift shop.-It says here they’ve actually had to close a few because they didn’t have anyone to run the joint. This, My Fellow Americans, will never do. Jerry and Betty deserve better. Call 476-2796.

Agility newbies

The next round of dog agility beginner classes will begin 6:30 p.m. Monday, July 28.-The class is six weeks long. Please go to and go to the classes page. Click on the registration form that is in Adobe acrobat and print it. Fill it out and mail it along with your class fee to Jennifer Scroggins at the address provided. You need to get your registration in as soon as possible to reserve your spot.

If enough folks are interested, they can add a class at 8 a.m. Wednesdays, to follow my intermediate class that starts at 7 a.m.

Daddy’s Ten Rules Of Dating

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 my daughter’s body, I will remove them.

Rule Three: I am aware that it is considered fashionable for boys your age to wear their trousers so loose that they appear to be you and all of your friends look like 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 electric nail gun and fasten your trousers securely in place.

Rule Four: I’m sure you’ve been told that in today’s world, having sex without using a “barrier method” of some kind can kill you. Let me elaborate: When it comes to sex with my daughter, I am the barrier and I am the one who will do the killing.

Rule Five: It is generally understood that in order for us 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 answer I need from you on this subject is “early”.

Rule Six: I have no doubt that 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, even if 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 her. 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 locations are not appropriate for a date with my daughter: Places were there are beds, sofas, or anything softer than a wooden stool. 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 strong romantic or sexual themes are to be avoided; movies which feature chainsaws 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, dim witted 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. 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 the 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.

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