May 19, 2010
Drum Roll, Please!
Turns out our fetus is a female, the lesser of the genders. I kid, I kid. It's really a boy. Just kidding for real that time. It really is a girl. Promise. We decided a while ago that we would name our offspring after our friend that passed away earlier this year and his family that made a profound impact on our lives. So, without further ado, our fetus' name is: Selby Forrest Krystian Rogers. Yeah, that's four names for one child. So what, who cares? Name your kid whatever you want, this is probably our only chance to name a child. On top of the four names, we also prefer to refer to the product of our reproductive materials as Owley.
When it rains, it pours. I interviewed for a position today and during the interview I got an e-mail to set up an interview with a different company and after the interview I got a phone call asking to set up another interview with yet another company. Where were all of these opportunities 6 months ago? Hopefully I will have some tough decisions to make, and if not I will take it as a sign that I should be a stay at home father. I mean really.
I'm so tired of severe weather. More than that, I'm tired of Mike, Rick and Gary interrupting programming to tell us what we all know anyway: stay away from windows and go to the lowest level with as many walls as possible. See, no need to interrupt. We got it down pat.
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