Alright folks, we’re less than two weeks away from the baby’s due date. With the big day drawing near, we thought it would be fun to hold a little competition for everyone to try out their guessing skills. Make your guesses at any of the following:
Date and time of birth
We’re giving away a $10 iTunes gift card to the closest guesser in each category. It’s not Price Is Right rules here, so no “$1” guesses. Whoever guesses the closest, even if they go over, wins. Ties will be decided through a random number drawing. If you guess more than once, only your most recent guess counts. No purchase necessary to enter. Void where prohibited. Blah, blah, blah.
In the interest of fairness, here’s all the facts we have:
His official due date is May 11th.
In the last ultrasound we had (3/7), it was estimated that he weighed 3.7 pounds and his due date would be May 6th.
At her last appointment (4/27), the doctor told Natalie it looks like he’s not coming until May 11th.
Several weeks ago, one of my coworkers introduced us to the YouTube sensation Baby Monkey (Going Backwards on a Pig). It’s a video that’s been watched over 6 1/2 million times featuring, well, a baby monkey going backwards on a pig. What really burns this video into your mind though is the catchy, high-pitched tune that accompanies the ridiculous footage. If you haven’t seen the video, you can check it out below.
So why am I talking about a video of a monkey riding a pig? Well, my incredibly talented coworkers surprised us with this very clever spoof, in honor of our soon-to-be new arrival:
And in case you haven’t seen the original, here it is:
This is a video that Carter, one of the guys in our video department at Imagine Learning, created. It makes me laugh so I thought I’d share. If you’re not familiar with the company you may want to read the explanation below first.
Twice a year our company has a Sales Conference, where they fly all the sales reps from around the country into Utah for a week. When this first started we thought it would be fun to play a friendly game of basketball with the production team (Programming, Art, Video, Support, and Testing … basically those who work in the Utah office) versus the sales team. Soon the smack talking began, and before we knew it it had turned into a major event. It’s now tradition that whenever the sales reps come into town there’s a basketball game. In the beginning the games were close, with the sales team winning most of them. Over time, however, the gap has grown (we think it’s because the application for a sales position asks about basketball skills), and the last meeting was an absolute throttling.
So what does that have to do with this video? Well, as the economy began to take a turn for the worse last year, it looked like it might not be fiscally responsible to fly all the sales reps into town for the Sales Conference, meaning they would forfeit the basketball game and the production team would finally revel in victory. But who were the real masterminds behind this global financial crisis? …
They (whoever “they” are) say you should never talk about politics or religion because those are two things that can invoke some very heated discussions. However, my brothers David and Ken have posted some political commentary on their blogs and it has inspired me to do the same. I don’t claim to be an expert, or even know that much about politics for that matter, but I thought I’d share some random thoughts. Just so you know where I’m coming from, I consider myself a (small L) libertarian and am a registered Republican. If you like Obama, McCain, Bush, or the current political state of our country you may want to pass this one over. Continue reading “I know I shouldn’t go there, but …”
“I’m a man who discovered the wheel and built the Eiffel Tower out of metal and brawn. That’s what kind of man I am.”
Yes, last weekend I decided to assert my manhood through that age-old tradition of home improvement. After dusting off the ol’ tool belt and borrowing a truck-load of power tools from by brother, Ken, I was ready to begin the task of tearing through wood with a table saw and driving nails through it with the raw power of compressed air. OK, maybe it was a little more elegant than that, but it sounds a lot tougher when you put it that way.
Natalie and I decided it was time to get started on Tateym’s room, and our first task was to put up beadboard. This was my first time undertaking such a task, but it seemed simple enough: put some glue on the plank, stick it on the wall, then nail it in place–I could have it all done in a day! Or so I thought. As it turns out, if you want it to look good (which was the general idea) there’s a little more to it. I quickly discovered that to get a level line at the chair rail level I was going to need to trim each plank to the proper height, which in turn meant a lot of measuring and running up and down the stairs to the saw in the garage.
Well, a couple of Saturdays, a few weeknights, and a number of sore muscles later I’ve nearly finished my one day project. It still needs those finishing touches, a little caulk and some paint, but all in all I think it’s coming out pretty nice.
So this is a throw back to my college days, but I wanted to post it anyway because it makes me laugh. Allow me to start with a little background for those who may not have known me as a freshman at BYU:
My two best friends, Jonathan and Jason, and I spent a lot of time goofing around as freshmen (I know, freshmen goofing around, a real shocker). While academically speaking it may not have been the most productive year, it was still a lot of fun. There were many a night spent sitting up planning stupid pranks and other such nonsense. On one particular night, we were sitting around as we always did, and for no apparent reason we decided it would be funny to record a small play on our voicemail (similar to the old radio dramas). We started hashing out a script for a parody of one of our favorite cult classics, Monty Python and the Holy Grail. As production began, we soon realized our small play had way too much to cram into one 2-minute voicemail. As a result, we broke it up into five separate acts, each of which was recorded as a separate messages, plus another for the credits.
And now ladies and gentlemen, without further adieu I present to you Jonathan, Jason, and Eric Visit the Creamery: