Moving Out?

I haven't had time to explain my moving out situation, but I will. Either way, I asked sent my dad an e-mail regarding moving in with him. My two questions were...

What would the rules be at your house?
Is there a closet in that room that I could hang up my clothes?

This is his response...

• No kite flying indoors.
• No guests above the first floor except for a bathroom break.
• Must take all medicines prescribed
• no smoking except on third floor
• 2nd floor tv on mute or headphones (provided)
• reasonable, sane conduct
• learn and use burgler alarm
• clean room and bathroom.
• Yes there is a closet
• Don't move stuff that is not yours
• Don't eat other peoples food without permission
• No off street parking provided but may be periodically available.
• Be nice to the animals.
• You get no pets. Too many now.
• No guns other than those provided, same for ammo.
• You may be terminated at any time with notice

...If I had more time I could think up more


My dad is a very special fellow. That is copied directly from the e-mail, I got it on my blackberry and came online to put it here, because I think he's funny.

The Stormin' Mormons

I'm currently in Kentucky for my boyfriend's baby sister's wedding. I made the wedding cake and the groom's cake. It was a lot of fun. Everything looked amazing, the bride looked amazing. I learned that Mormon's spend a lot of time at church, during the week, and on Sundays.

It was different, compared to other weddings that I've been to. On Saturday morning, we went and got our hair done, and then drove an hour and a half to Louisville (pronounced Lul-ville). That is where the mormon temple was located. The bride and groom were sealed for this life and the next. Only Mormons who were, as I like to put it, really Mormon, were allowed in. Boyfriend and I sat in the waiting room for his niece.

The service took about 15 minutes and then we all drove back home, to get ready for the ring ceremony at the church. It was pretty great. There was really no pressure because they were already married. Boyfriend cried, Papa cried, everyone cried. I probably would have been balling my eyes out if it hadn't been for neice/flowergirl asking me to scratch her back constantly because her sweater was making her itch.

I really enjoyed it, and I'm super happy for them.