James and Claire

On the baby front, the doctor let slip that Claire may be released from the hospital as early as this weekend, however the nurses all disagree and think it will be sometime next week. James is lagging behind a bit. He might be released a week later. See pictures, blah blah blah....

Tonight, we are going to have some fun.

Below are the images of three spectacular bobbleheads.


A	B	C

Below are the three descriptions that describe the people behind the bobbleheads (in random order).

1	A Gladney dad who is also a high powered Washington lawyer that argues in front of the Supreme Court
2	The man that beat up Rocky and takes pity on fools.
3	A Gladney dad who once ate a wadded up ball of fried chicken skin.

Do you give up yet?
Answers --> A = 3 (Me); B = 2 (Mr. T); C = 1 (Greg C)

I'll bet your wondering why a short, fat, balding, run-of-the-mill computer dork has a bobblehead in his own image. Maybe its because his wife loves him anyway and thought it would make him smile. Nope. I participated in the IBM NCAA Men's Basketball pool this past March...and won. And what better way to celebrate my victory and taunt those around me than to have a trophy of myself made....a trophy that can sit in my windowless cubicle for the rest of time. A painful reminder to those who competed against me that they were not up for the challenge. Please notice that the writing on the base says CHAMPION, lest anyone forget.

That's right. I bought it. And before you judge the other Greg, know that his wife and daughter gave him his for Father's day...which enables him to roll in the self-indulgent mud that is owning a self-bobblehead without the shame that comes along with ordering it for yourself.

Greg C is a talented blogger and he and his wife Jane's adoption story (of their daughter Alex) can be found here. Greg and Jane's blog.

I know what you're thinking....what do bobbleheads have to do with adoption? I was wondering the exact same thing...but then I ran across this. A Bobblehead Adoption Story. I do not even know these people, but something tells me I might get along with them. The comments left by strangers at the bottom are particularly touching.

Should anyone want to order a bobblehead of yourself or someone else you know, the web site is Whoopass Enterprises. Their slogan is: There's plenty more where that came from. It is quite a process, but it only took a couple of weeks. I opted for the more expensive route, where they sent me pictures along the way and I got to make adjustments (see below).

Here are the pictures they sent after molding the head:

I have been in a hotel room for too long.