tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10757363.post2435363692026467866..comments2009-05-22T15:13:03.330-04:00Mike Toddhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08769922952632331554noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10757363.post-90315356468513172962009-05-22T15:13:03.330-04:002009-05-22T15:13:03.330-04:00So I am going to be in trouble whenever Anna gets pregnant. I have been working with a woman who is due June 25th. She has been working non-stop. And I'm not talking sitting at a computer or answering the phone. We went out in the field yesterday and tromped though the woods and 2 feet of mud in a marsh. This is really all the experience I have with a pregnant woman on a daily basis and I think I am in serious trouble. So please, when the time does come, years down the road, please let me know the rules.Allennoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10757363.post-4128736660728038002009-05-21T22:50:23.394-04:002009-05-21T22:50:23.394-04:00Loon -- I've been taking photos out the wazoo. Will post them all when I'm doing something other than building a damn walkway all the time. And thanks for the note on being careful - haven't lost any digits yet. But I'm not done yet, either.Mike Toddhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08769922952632331554noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10757363.post-28199913845086376092009-05-20T14:39:18.593-04:002009-05-20T14:39:18.593-04:00Please don't forget to take plenty of photographs. That way your you'll be able to say to your Future You, "What do you mean you can't build ________? Why, I built that walkway back in 09 during a (insert weather phenomena of choice) and never complained!". Just a thought.<br /><br />P.S. Please be careful.The Loonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04894736848367916012noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10757363.post-35678364337566320022009-05-20T08:58:13.723-04:002009-05-20T08:58:13.723-04:00- Hey, Caesar, what are you doing over there?<br />- Just crossing the Rubicon with a little parmesan cheese and romaine lettuce. I don't know what to call this dressing, though.Mike Toddhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08769922952632331554noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10757363.post-74724385072182428452009-05-19T22:59:48.919-04:002009-05-19T22:59:48.919-04:00I have been bested sir.Allennoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10757363.post-21049235217058903942009-05-19T22:18:13.605-04:002009-05-19T22:18:13.605-04:00Allen -- I knew it had something to do with Caesar, but I figured it was related somehow to his invention of a delicious salad.Mike Toddhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08769922952632331554noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10757363.post-11388012732598960852009-05-19T08:29:00.000-04:002009-05-19T08:29:00.000-04:00The Rubicon was the river that Julius Cesar crossed on his way to take Rome. It was marked as the point of no return because as soon as he crossed it he was subject to execution. Wow you know after typing that I realized I am relying to heavly on what you said to not be satirical. Meh I'll post it either way.Allennoreply@blogger.com