Here is the latest picture of the wife’s belly.

I was going through some old email and stopped on this one, which I thought was hilliarous at the time, and is still funny today.

Bryan was updating the group on his son’s new developments:

From: Fowler, David

Yeah, but is he still blowing the donut pole instead of fingering the donuts?

From: Ray, Michael

What the heck does that mean?

From: Fowler, David

Ask Bryan. He’ll tell you in graphic detail.

From: Gallimore Brian

I would like to hear this story.

From: Fowler, David

Yes. Please do tell.

From: Ehrsam, Bryan

There is a toy…a central mast with stacked toroidal rings around it of various colors decreasing in diameter as you go up….forming sort of a donut pyramid. This toy has been around since we were babies. Hayden thus far has shown little to no interest in stacking them. Instead he removes each ring one at a time, pausing for chewing time on each one. At the end, when only the mast is left, he puts the first couple of inches into his mouth and all I can say is that it doesn’t look good. I’ve noted, with some dismay, that he spends more time with the mast than with any of the rings.

From: Ray, Michael

Like father, like son…

It was a hard day at the office today, my last day at G&T Conveyor Company. I tried to keep a good attitude and tie up the loose ends. Near the end of the day, I sent out the following email to all my co-workers:

I wanted to take a moment to let everyone know that I am leaving my position at G&T. I will be starting a new position at Dean Oliver next week. I appreciate having had the opportunity to work with each of you. Even though I will miss everyone and the company, I am looking forward to this new challenge and to starting a new phase of my career.
Please keep in touch, my personal e-mail address is:
Thanks again for everything.
Best wishes,
Brian

Of course, this email was flamebait. My favorite response was from Mike S:

Bite me….you traitor!!!!!!!

As I walked down the hallway the last time, the people remaining in the office took turns kicking me in the nuts. It was a sad day.

My grandmother bought these for Amber! I have been amazed (and confused) by all the “baby stuff” that is available. Three sizes of car seats? Off-road strollers? Shopping cart blankets? 500 styles of bottles? Where does the madness end?

I have some news too. We scheduled a date to have Amber’s c-section. So I guess if everything goes as planned, I already know his birth date!

Snake Vs. Rabbit

January 14, 2007

This is a funny video!