Tuesday, June 26, 2007

Campaign 08

After surveying the current field of candidates and finding them lacking, Benjamin has decided to form an exploratory committee to assess his chances of becoming president in 2008. His platform of mandatory siestas, "a bottle in every pot", and aggressive tort reform just might put him over the top. To help us out, please select who you would vote for if the 2008 election were held today.





If Ben's campaign falls apart, my second choice will probably be Huckabee. He meets my seven criteria for president. He openly confesses faith in Jesus Christ, is anti-abortion (the number of babies aborted in the U.S. in the past week is higher than the number of U.S. soldiers lost during four years of war in Iraq), doesn't believe we came from monkeys, wants to abolish the IRS, plays the bass guitar, pronounces nuclear with only one 'oo', and has a sense of humor. Take a look.

This message brought to you by the Ben/Gordo 08 exploratory committee.

Sunday, June 17, 2007


If you're wondering where the blog entries have been over the last month, they have all been flushed down the toilet for being boring and whiny. Theresa and Shane have both been talking about blogworthiness recently, and let's just say you should be glad I've had a bad case of blogstipation. Thankfully, Father's Day has been the metaphorical prune juice that this blog has needed. Let's all hope it doesn't lead to the dreaded blogorhea that Shane has warned us about.

And now for some pictures of the boy who put the fun back in fundoplication (special thanks to Little Mrs. Pinkie for several of the photos):

There comes a time in the life of a man where he must decide where he stands on one of the most important philosophical questions of our time: "To comb over or not to comb over?" Due to Ben's early onset hair loss, he has been forced to answer this question after only five months in this cruel world. Much to my dismay, he has chosen in favor of the comb over. I don't have the heart to tell him how silly it looks, but maybe the puzzled glances of some his peers like Will, Sam, and Olivia will bring him to his senses.

Next up, we have Ben with Ouma and Grandma. To defray some of Ben's medical costs, we're going to have him do some part-time trach modeling. I think we'd all buy a trach if this picture were on the box. "Trachs - when one nose just isn't enough."

My handsome boy and beautiful girl.
Just when you thought the Claw was vanquished, his evil twin strikes unexpectedly. It's anyone's guess what happens now; all I know is that the ectoplasm is flowing freely and no one is safe.
It has been a very good first Father's Day, and I hope to be back here again sooner rather than later.

Whit, Adrienne, and Benjamin