Math Camp

Rated: R

...but this has recieved approval from our blog master. Consider yourself warned. I apologize in advance ... it was just too funny to resist.

Dan, somehow you escaped any head shot pictures. Smart move.

~Karen

Ode to Bathrooms

There is a bathroom on the second floor
Whose stench of vanilla you smelled through the door
With it we made do
For we had no clue
What lied on the forth floor we would adore

On the fourth floor there was a great bathroom
A room to take away all of our gloom
So nice was no smell
Vanilla farewell
A happy life we could resume


~Jacklyn
Please email me with any suggested for future poems :)

"Let Your Light So Shine"

Jacklyn, Alia, I have found a forum for you to exhibit your Excel Skills.

(Sorry everyone else. You have to be in school.)

Think about it. It'd be like competing in the Olympics, except you wouldn't have to run, or ski, or throw anything. I would come watch. I would be your biggest fan. I would get T-shirts printed with your faces on it and the some cool words, like "Jacklyn Kicks Butt in Excel!" or "Alia's Excel Skills Gon'na Make You Cry!" or something like that. But what ever the words, there would be an exclamation point. That is the proof of my support. Maybe I'd put two!! Think about it.

-Ashleigh

(Your potential #1 fan)

Ode to the Office Supply Model

It's true. I was looking through brochures that, at first glance, appear harmless.


But then something made me take a second look. What is that guy doing?

My first thought was that he was repairing the copier, but that look in his eye told me no, this is no repair man. This is an office supply model. An office supply model fighting for his big break. Every day he he gives a performance rarely paralleled in his industry hoping his brochure will find its way to the office manager at GQ. He will see his potential! He will pull him out of this meaningless drudgery into the career he was born to do!

But every office supply model knows these things don't happen over night. And until it does, he is going to continue striking poses that make you wish you'd bought that copier yesterday. I tip my hat to you, model of the monotonous. May your enthusiasm never fade.

-Ashleigh

Over the past few weeks, Ashleigh has been scrutinizing a number of pamphlets and marketing material to find our office a new copier. Little did she know she would come across this picture in one of the fliers....

Let the countdown begin....

Jacklyn officially started the Christmas Countdown earlier last week...however, the countdown to Christmas has been usurped by the countdown to her honeymoon

(Clearly an event we all want to be counting down until. The office will be in mayhem while she's gone. We need to be preparing.)

-Kim

Tom aka SpiderTOM!!!

There were suspicions flying about the office, but no one knew for sure. Where did Tom go for lunch? Why was he always looking at the top of the building like he wanted to fly off of it? What was the obsession with jumping onto objects of impossible height? If these questions were not enough to build one's intrigue, there was always the occasional glimpse of uncommonly red socks.

I'm not sure how to feel about the discovery. Even with months of seeing the symptoms, it surprises me. I just found out yesterday, but it true. Tom Garrity is SPIDERTOM!

-kim & ashleigh