Subject: Re: FW: Best place to fish
From: [email-masked]
To: [email-masked]
Cc: [email-masked]
Date: Wed, 25 Apr 2001 06:12:00 -0700 (PDT)

Okay,
 Stacy and you can go tommorrow, I cannot make it.   Maybe you can ask Jeff 
to drive you and Stacy tommorrow.   The only time I have next week is Monday. 

	Jenny Helton
	04/25/2001 12:59 PM
		
		 To: Dan J Hyvl/HOU/ECT@ECT
		 cc: Stacy E Dickson/HOU/ECT@ECT
		 Subject: Re: FW: Best place to fish

Okay, how about this...

If Stacy goes tomorrow, we'll go.  If Stacy can't go tomorrow, we'll go 
somewhere else one day next week since next Thursday is out for you.

Has Jeff been good?  Should we ask him too?

	Dan J Hyvl
	04/25/2001 11:21 AM
		
		 To: Jenny Helton/HOU/ECT@ect
		 cc: 
		 Subject: Re: FW: Best place to fish

It appears that tommorrow is out.  Next week is definitely out.  The 
following week is iffy.  I am leaving it to you to set something up with Mrs. 
Granmayeh.

	Jenny Helton
	04/25/2001 11:16 AM
		
		 To: Dan J Hyvl/HOU/ECT@ECT
		 cc: 
		 Subject: Re: FW: Best place to fish

Ah     ha ha ha ha ha!!!!!!!!

So, what's happening for lunch tomorrow?  Would next week be better?

	Dan J Hyvl
	04/25/2001 10:13 AM
		 
		 To: Jenny Helton/HOU/ECT@ect, Pat Radford/HOU/ECT@ECT, Becky 
Spencer/HOU/ECT@ECT, Kaye Ellis/HOU/ECT@ECT, Stacy E Dickson/HOU/ECT@ECT, 
Debra Perlingiere/HOU/ECT@ECT
		 cc: 
		 Subject: FW: Best place to fish

>> > >
>> > > > A blonde decided she needed something new and
>> > > > different for a winter hobby. She went to the bookstore and
>>bought
>> > > > every
>> > > > book she could find on ice fishing.
>> > > >
>> > > > For weeks she read and studied every book, hoping to become
>>an expert
>> > > in
>> > > > the field. Finally she decided she knew enough, and out she
>>went for
>> > > her
>> > > > first ice fishing trip.
>> > > >
>> > > > She carefully gathered up and packed all the tools and
>>equipment
>> > > needed
>> > > > for the excursion. Each piece of equipment had its own
>>special place
>> > > in
>> > > > her kit.
>> > > >
>> > > > When she got to the ice, she found a quiet little area,
>>placed her
>> > > > padded
>> > > > stool, and carefully laid out her tools. Just as she was
>>about to make
>> > > > her
>> > > > first cut into the ice, a booming voice from the sky
>>bellowed, "There
>> > > are
>> > > > no fish under the ice!" Startled, the blonde grabbed up all
>>her
>> > > > belongings, moved further along the ice, poured some hot
>>chocolate
>> > > from
>> > > > her thermos, and started to cut a new hole. Again the voice
>>from
>>above
>> > > > bellowed, "There are no fish under the ice!"
>> > > >
>> > > > Amazed, the blonde wasn't quite sure what to do, as this
>>certainly
>> > > > wasn't
>> > > > covered in any of her books. She packed up her gear and
>>moved to the
>> > > far
>> > > > side of the ice. Once there, she stopped for a few moments
>>to regain
>> > > her
>> > > > calm. Then she was extremely careful to set everything up
>>perfectly,
>> > > > tools
>> > > > in the right place, chair positioned just so, everything.
>> > > >
>> > > > Just as she was about to cut this new hole, the voice came
>>again,
>> > > "There
>> > > > are no fish under the ice!"
>> > > >
>> > > > Petrified, the blonde looked skyward and asked "Is that you
>>Lord?"
>> > > >
>> > > > The voice boomed back, "No, this is the manager of the
>>skating rink!"