Diary of a Sick Day

I have strep. It blows. -photos to come- Okay moving on, I had to stay home from work today so I wouldn't infect the entire office. So here are the high/low -lights of my day.

My parents recently told me their dog Skip might need a buddy so they're looking at the shelters. I called my mom to tell her I found an awesome dog named Stubby (Yeah, that's a whole other post.) This is the actual phone conversation I had with my mother.

Mom: Skip says to tell Ralph hello.
Me: Well, Ralph's sleeping so I'll tell him later.
Mom: Yeah, Skip's asleep too.
Me: Then he didn't say to tell Ralph hi.
Mom: No, he said earlier that if I talked to you, tell Ralph hello.
Me: No he didn't. You just lied for your dog.
Mom: He didn't actually say it. But I understand him.
Me: You're insane. And a liar.

I decided my hair is really starting to resemble a femullet. I drove to the salon (Fine. Supercuts.) for a little trimmy trim. There was a man in the midst of a cut and one boy waiting so I had a seat and read a novel (Fine. Glamour.) while I waited.

I realized there is a second employee, a woman, working. She messed with the cash register for a minute, wandered around a bit and even stood in the middle of the waiting area to watch the Spanish soap opera that was on TV. Then she disappeared for about 20 minutes. By the time she came back out to wander around some more, the male stylist had already done the boy's hair and was working on the guy who came in after me. I was getting annoyed. He told her I was next and then I was ushered silently to a chair.

She didn't smile once or say anything to me until she had sprayed my hair and face with water and was ready to go. All I got was "How long?" So I showed her and she started cutting. She didn't even give me the "Tilt your head down just a little." Instead, she palmed my skull like a basketball and tilted it however she pleased. I know it's Supercuts and my $13 isn't buying me world-class serice but there's only so much ear/face combing I can stand. After she finished, I had to point out that one side was an inch longer than the other. Twice. I'm pretty sure it's fixed now, but who knows. Whatever, I look foxy. Fuck you.

- Lindsay

Office Mystery

A long time ago someone downloaded "Limewire" to our back-up computer to download music. We realized that it wasn't working so we deleted it. Then today a member of the office got on the computer and was playing music off our network's server. That's when he discovered the latest person to add themselves to our server. Owner's Limewire" was suddenly available to play and it contained this fine and eclectic playlist.



Everyone in the office names their playlists something funny to do with either their name or the type of music on the playlist, we have "Beatles","EZ-Listening" and "M-Box" for examples. Now everyone in the office is playing "guess the porn freak". Because of the break-in a few weeks ago, we have been changing passwords left and right, I guess our All-Network Server passcode is next.

This is also funny because last week we played the "whats your porn name" game when one of the members of the office went to Vegas during the porn convention. We are all now back to using ours throughout the office.

-Chelsea Headlee

Yea bull riding, drinks, girls night and a hot bartender!!! Can't get much better then that.

That's a direct quote from Allison's away message right now. Last night myself, Becca, Allison, Andrea, Jen and Jon went out and painted Addison City Limits red. Becca's Uncle plays in an Eagles cover band so we all met up to hear some old favorites. There also happened to be a bull, just set for riding. I tried to get the girls to do it, and after I finally did it, Becca followed. Later when the rest of the gang showed up, we played some pool, some darts and finally we all took one last ride with the bull. We also made friends with Matt the bartender who is currently text messaging Allison as I type this. Oh, young new possible loves from Arkansas....

UNTIL
Its 1:20AM Andrea and I are discussing how its time to go when a new friend walks up and asks us why we haven't rode the bull. We explained that we have, and finally he dared me to ride it again for a drink. I did, and therefore earned myself a lovely double Malibu and coke with ten cherries. I drank my drink, and Allison drove me home. Then I woke up to a text message from new friend and a set of awesome new bruises from bull riding.

-Liz

Fancy Plans and Pants to Match

Damn you inclement weather. We have had it, nothing happened when we planned for it; and snowdays twice when we didnt. Get it together.

The TH got to host Andy's birthday shin-dig "Fancy Pants and Plans to Match". Due to possible crazy weather we the back-up location became the official location. When everyone headed home at 3am the roads were fine, most of the party participants were not. The birthday boy had a good time, and so did we. 192 pictures later, and one bathroom emergency later, I think we all had a good time.

We also slightly changed the name to "Fancy plans, and pajama pants to match"

Milk Dud presents: NYE '07

The Dud here. I've been on hiatus from posting for a while, partly due to my short stint in rehab as a result of my Christmas-time bout with bulimia. So let's hop right into everyone's favorite non-religious, alcohol-based holiday, New Year's Eve.

Instead of selling my internal organs to go barhopping I decided to attend a house party thrown by some good friends. At 930pm I was uncharacteristically classy with my glass of red wine (from a bottle!) but that's where my night peaked. I'd have to say it was around 10pm that my downward spiral began. A 7 on 7 game of flip-cup was born. I'm now going to throw out some drinking game lingo to prove how cool I am. We were going halvesies and doing just fine and then it was decided we should also play down-and-backs. So we did.

[The following tale of events is comprised mainly of memory fragments and, therefore, may be kinda not really accuarate at all.]

I sported a couple funny party hats. One had feathers. I received a friendly peck on the lips at midnight. Green and red jello shots. Dancing? Guacamole. Darts. (that one is especially scary) Champagne. Outside?


[Fast forward to the morning of 1/1/07]

My head hurts. Where is my shirt? And watch? And shoes?

Happy New Year!

- Lindsay (aka "Milk Dud")