tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-59715925758511637702012-02-16T22:31:39.138-06:00Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04093183555428829521noreply@blogger.comBlogger541100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5971592575851163770.post-53505018296354548172009-12-08T15:11:00.008-06:002009-12-10T15:26:13.398-06:00

jimzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15963550017504772956noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5971592575851163770.post-46636449442586929612009-12-02T05:34:00.001-06:002009-12-02T05:36:55.107-06:00

Some of the people in the building are so Scroogey. The don't want to hear my Christmas music yet. On top of that, they think my music stinks.But I thought everyone liked Burl Ives, damnit!

Shannonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04523387320450404651noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5971592575851163770.post-53895993839594307872009-11-25T16:45:00.004-06:002009-11-25T16:46:52.963-06:00

Shannonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04523387320450404651noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5971592575851163770.post-47999100584722948682009-11-11T09:04:00.006-06:002009-11-11T09:12:08.371-06:00

Join the Reel-Pirates of Hest in congratulating Kevin and Bethany on the arrival of Kingston.

Andrea Geisthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08742312981678405095noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5971592575851163770.post-17744927124639985522009-11-04T20:40:00.002-06:002009-11-04T20:42:57.257-06:00

Today Jenn said: "It was like watching a walrus eat a salad."A few weeks ago, Stephen said: "I can't shit a technician."And long before that, Tammy said in response to why she wouldn't have another drink: "Bitch gotta drive."

Shannonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04523387320450404651noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5971592575851163770.post-7866637827711479512009-10-30T12:17:00.000-05:002009-10-30T12:19:40.834-05:00

Shannonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04523387320450404651noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5971592575851163770.post-33702723495703489752009-10-30T11:40:00.003-05:002009-10-30T11:44:01.855-05:00

Andrea Geisthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08742312981678405095noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5971592575851163770.post-4416604996265787082009-10-30T11:34:00.000-05:002009-10-30T11:35:05.501-05:00

Skip!

Shannonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04523387320450404651noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5971592575851163770.post-51863507694824671392009-10-30T11:33:00.000-05:002009-10-30T11:34:12.509-05:00

Sandra!

Shannonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04523387320450404651noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5971592575851163770.post-86746387977757022062009-10-30T11:27:00.000-05:002009-10-30T11:32:30.827-05:00

Jennifer!

Shannonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04523387320450404651noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5971592575851163770.post-71290659262852629122009-10-30T11:26:00.002-05:002009-10-30T11:27:04.886-05:00

Andrea!

Shannonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04523387320450404651noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5971592575851163770.post-53419603077070131732009-10-29T09:29:00.003-05:002009-10-29T09:33:33.848-05:00

Walter sent me the link to this video today. He wanted to make sure we snatched up this location, if we hadn't done so yet.

Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04093183555428829521noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5971592575851163770.post-24594930959623628472009-09-07T11:42:00.000-05:002009-09-07T11:44:30.719-05:00

I set up my drink station next to the money counter.

Shannonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04523387320450404651noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5971592575851163770.post-61497432621004410562009-09-02T09:38:00.000-05:002009-09-02T09:40:12.868-05:00

Got 'em.

Shannonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04523387320450404651noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5971592575851163770.post-51035532229939561672009-08-12T17:34:00.003-05:002009-08-12T17:46:50.572-05:00

We've installed boom boxes and speakers at our desks. Jenn and I have tunes we listen to. Loud. Which means the rest of the office listens, too.My playlist: Journey, Boston, Kansas, Rolling Stones, AC/DC, David Bowie, Eagles, Foreigner, Lynyrd Skynyrd, Nazareth, Rush, Scorpions, Styx, and Ted Nugent.There's also the odd Doris Day, Perry Como, Frank Sinatra, etc.Jenn humors me and rocks out to

Shannonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04523387320450404651noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5971592575851163770.post-68831781137713888922009-06-18T09:33:00.001-05:002009-06-18T09:33:56.800-05:00

I borrowed Steve the bionic panda to keep me company until she returns.

Shannonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04523387320450404651noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5971592575851163770.post-41088390904249442942009-06-18T09:31:00.000-05:002009-06-18T09:32:47.710-05:00

Skullgrinder is so sad.

Shannonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04523387320450404651noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5971592575851163770.post-91923230088071803142009-05-20T15:09:00.002-05:002009-05-20T15:14:06.700-05:00

Even though the prisoner liked to bound and gagged, he has been released. The pirates now do not have to go thirsty and will live to tell another tale. HINT: Keep the pirates in beer and they will do less pirating and skullduggery!

jimzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15963550017504772956noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5971592575851163770.post-75124390851203734122009-05-16T10:41:00.003-05:002009-05-16T10:44:41.275-05:00

Oh! Imhotep's Priest! I've been looking for you all week. I had NO idea you'd been abducted by our mutinous crew.So. They've made demands. More pint glasses. Normally, I don't negotiate with kidnappers, but for you, I'll make an exception.

Shannonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04523387320450404651noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5971592575851163770.post-7501262073103638882009-05-14T16:56:00.001-05:002009-05-14T16:58:28.787-05:00

Buy more pint glasses and no one has to get hurt.

jimzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15963550017504772956noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5971592575851163770.post-53734244020465360532009-04-11T10:09:00.003-05:002009-04-11T10:20:44.367-05:00

Shannon and I were in North Carolina all last week on business. I had never been to North Carolina before so I took notes:1)The morning we left, I knew I was on my way to NC when the flight attendant offered the passengers margaritas at 8:45 in the morning. Apparently, it's never too early to drink in North Carolina. And they make a mean vodka tonic.2)The fictional town of Mayberry, from the Andy

Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04093183555428829521noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5971592575851163770.post-65472501496537372462009-03-26T22:13:00.008-05:002009-03-26T22:34:04.465-05:00

Well there may have been some fun-interuptus when the power came back on yesterday, but that didn't keep Queen Skull Grinder and her Cruise Director from partying for long. Eventually beer:30 came around and we found ways to entertain ourselves between drinks:We played on the white boards upstairs.This was Jimz contribution to the white board vandalism. I think this may have been in reference

Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04093183555428829521noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5971592575851163770.post-69120041753626098412009-03-26T11:15:00.002-05:002009-03-26T11:19:22.840-05:00

A storm blew out our power and phone systems yesterday. After sitting in the dark for a few minutes listening to battery backups beep-beep-beep, we grabbed some glasses from the dark kitchen and ran upstairs thinking it was beer:30. Dang if the power didn't come back online. Dashed our attempt to play hooky.Back to work.

Shannonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04523387320450404651noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5971592575851163770.post-30067927728575491212009-03-17T19:02:00.003-05:002009-03-17T19:08:33.265-05:00

Days around here at Hest are sometimes like Hell in the Cell. Except I don't want to end up like Tommy Dreamer without a head. I later found his head here: I asked the kid why Tommy's head was in the Motrin and he shrugged. Dunno.

Shannonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04523387320450404651noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5971592575851163770.post-70993023884579021642009-03-10T16:10:00.002-05:002009-03-10T16:13:13.264-05:00

jimzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15963550017504772956noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5971592575851163770.post-28888441502047549292009-03-06T17:25:00.005-06:002009-03-06T17:31:12.101-06:00

Shannonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04523387320450404651noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5971592575851163770.post-26486274787167458562009-03-05T09:14:00.000-06:002009-03-05T09:15:21.236-06:00

Shannonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04523387320450404651noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5971592575851163770.post-26449057640464104662009-03-05T09:09:00.002-06:002009-03-05T09:13:16.171-06:00

Shannonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04523387320450404651noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5971592575851163770.post-21585176230950273672009-03-04T11:43:00.001-06:002009-03-04T12:01:00.984-06:00

This is a random list entitled “Things I sometimes imagine against my will.”• My hands are laughing – I can’t write or type. • If I laugh while swimming I will drown.• I don’t like “Close Talkers” – people who stand too close to you while conversing. It feels like they are sucking up all the air. • Toilet snakes – they are real.

Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04093183555428829521noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5971592575851163770.post-27832399869169955972009-02-24T09:49:00.003-06:002009-02-24T13:17:06.270-06:00

I always thought Tuesday was the skinniest day of the week. After the excesses of the weekend that is always the day of full recovery. The New ‘merican Encyclopedia says the fat Tuesday is the fattest day of the year. How does the skinniest day of the week become the fattest day of the year?Maybe in this bad economy Fat Tuesday should go on a diet. However given the unknown affects of economic

jimzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15963550017504772956noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5971592575851163770.post-92095062788004996192009-02-20T16:18:00.001-06:002009-02-20T16:22:07.621-06:00

Shannonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04523387320450404651noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5971592575851163770.post-5188767426659261692009-02-17T22:49:00.023-06:002009-02-18T13:54:39.453-06:00

Tim and I have been listening to the 80's station on XM Satellite in our new car. We both grew up in the 80's, so we both enjoyed the music. This has got me to start reminiscing about 80's fashions. I am NOT a huge fan of 80's clothing and have always said that they should never bring this style back.(After seeing pictures of myself :) Unfortunately, I have started to see 80's clothing coming

Teresahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16207435037831928036noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5971592575851163770.post-82761788512353812632009-02-14T11:16:00.000-06:002009-02-14T11:17:00.382-06:00

Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04093183555428829521noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5971592575851163770.post-39256175119105062852009-02-12T12:28:00.004-06:002009-02-12T13:01:56.195-06:00

Have any of yall ever seen trucks with FISH written on the back? What does this mean? Are they carrying fish, and if so, are they then required to display that on their truck? Or is it an acronym? This question has plagued me for many, many years. Even tried Yahoo answers, but nobody could agree on what it meant. Just thought I would share that with everyone. PS - Not sure what day I was supposed

Timmy!http://www.blogger.com/profile/15513214987577242887noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5971592575851163770.post-4218945732495514122009-02-09T09:34:00.003-06:002009-02-09T09:42:21.540-06:00

I just wanted to assure all of you that drug smuggling is on the decline. Heroine and cocaine across U.S. borders, gold bars in Nepal, human trafficking in Canada ... they're all dead markets. The new "hot" smuggling commodity: carrier pigeons. Or so thought this guy from the Middle East who tried to smuggle his little buddies in his thermal underwear (or whatever they call 'em over there.)I just

Sherry A Davisnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5971592575851163770.post-55071723263421789322009-02-07T08:54:00.003-06:002009-02-07T09:22:31.367-06:00

If I were the Pirate Queen I would use my sword to force naysayers to walk the plank.The reel pirate ship (office) would have:PuppiesNaptimeA painted toe nails ruleA coffee shop with free mocha lattesA vacation condo in TortugaThank you to Jimz for blogging on my day,I really didn't have anything to say.

Andrea Geisthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08742312981678405095noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5971592575851163770.post-39743492159535870842009-02-06T09:09:00.002-06:002009-02-06T09:13:52.123-06:00

There once was a boy named Chasewho's games ran amlost every place.Then came the lawand right before the fall,He cried "But my games are just like the man's from Ryan Place!

jimzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15963550017504772956noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5971592575851163770.post-50353137165278964302009-02-04T18:42:00.002-06:002009-02-04T18:48:45.048-06:00

Is this freaky or what? It showed up one day on Jenn's desk and I didn't say anything because I didn't know what to say. It's disturbing, isn't it? Jennifer jerked the head off a Steve Austin (the Bionic Man) doll and put it on her panda AND THEN she jammed a plastic Easter shell on his head to keep the aliens from scanning his brain. What the hell do you say to that? I'll tell you. Nothing. You

Shannonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04523387320450404651noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5971592575851163770.post-12307450878792669182009-02-04T18:21:00.006-06:002009-02-04T18:33:42.216-06:00

OK. I'm creating a schedule for the blog. Here it is. If peeps don't blog, they don't get in the contest for best entry. And then they don't get a Sweeps chance to win the big monies.Shannon - Thursday, 5thAndrea - Friday, 6thSherry - Monday, 9thJim - Tuesday, 10thRob - Wednesday, 11thDonald - Thursday, 12thJenn - Friday, 13thFred - Monday 16thTeresa - Tuesday 17thGreg - Wednesday 18th

Shannonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04523387320450404651noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5971592575851163770.post-9851936939348919432009-01-31T18:47:00.007-06:002009-01-31T19:17:23.761-06:00

It started innocently enough with a one or two wind-up toys on my desk. Then Shannon was buying all the women of Hest weiner dolls. She claims they're from some hot dog stand in Chicago but no one has believed me yet when I've tried to explain this:Now we've moved on to poseable lifelike dolls of wrestlers. Look out blonde dude! (I can't remember his name) Rey Mysterio gonna kick your ass!

Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04093183555428829521noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5971592575851163770.post-37971602298179133402009-01-17T19:37:00.003-06:002009-01-17T19:43:28.093-06:00

I woke up at 3 am this morning, my tummy upset from eating dinner too late. I spent the wee hours cleaning out a year's worth of emails that were choking my inbox. When I told Chris "I cleaned out my inbox," he said: "What's that? Code for vomiting?"

Shannonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04523387320450404651noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5971592575851163770.post-1799903281935640992009-01-16T17:34:00.000-06:002009-01-16T17:35:25.919-06:00

Chris, Donald and Todd

Shannonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04523387320450404651noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5971592575851163770.post-35294291479843695732009-01-16T17:07:00.003-06:002009-01-16T17:32:57.154-06:00

Jenn and I have two new sayings:I'm a rainbow, dammit. Which means: take your sorry, sad self and move on. We're trying to maintain happiness here.AND...Hot Pocket. See this video for the "inside joke." On a different note, Jenn and I rearranged our office!! And my gnomes came thru. Partly. The wiring is almost finished.

Shannonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04523387320450404651noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5971592575851163770.post-82336475658401255332008-12-29T09:30:00.004-06:002008-12-29T09:39:53.637-06:00

I am making my way into the office today after a glorious break. I hope my busy little worker gnomes read my Christmas wish list and completed a task or two. What are the chances? Slim? None?When I get there, I'll post a picture of just how bad the situation is under my desk. And if you have no idea what I'm referring to, see my wish list.My home gnomes surprised me with skillets and a new tea

Shannonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04523387320450404651noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5971592575851163770.post-80133006971808289312008-12-24T08:48:00.005-06:002009-01-31T13:48:40.943-06:00

Dear Santa,I think you are cool and I've been a very very good girl this year. I only lapsed that 1 time, oops no twice - okay few times but not that many. I've given my list a lot of thought ... 1. Can I get a lock on my door so I don't have to hide under the desk anymore - sometimes I get caught (sneaky Jennifer) because I have to pop my head up to see if they are finally gone.I'd like both

Andrea Geisthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08742312981678405095noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5971592575851163770.post-48756544866527281552008-12-24T00:23:00.008-06:002008-12-24T01:53:38.939-06:00

Evening last, we all gathered at Olen Jack’s Grille for a yummy dinner and excellent conversation. I think we all needed to blow off some steam and have some fun. I know I had a great time and I don’t think I’m the only one. Check out the pictures from the Christmas party. What a beautiful bunch of people – especially when they smile. :) Enjoy your time off.Enjoy your family. And have a very

Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04093183555428829521noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5971592575851163770.post-73368625969596389722008-12-23T06:37:00.002-06:002008-12-23T06:41:26.273-06:00

Happy Holidays my friends! Expect a very special treat coming to you in a FedEx box.

Shannonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04523387320450404651noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5971592575851163770.post-21231041509673052962008-12-20T10:12:00.003-06:002008-12-20T10:21:10.930-06:00

Santa Baby, if we're going to start making wish lists I want in!1. A REAL desk. I have been known to occasionally sneak a peek online at desks. Especially the sexy kind with drawers and hard wood tops.2. Security lighting in the parking lot. Now that Shannon has started calling the dark dark parking lot a “rape zone” I get the heebie jeebies every time I walk out there. Damn crack-heads.3. A

Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04093183555428829521noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5971592575851163770.post-58267343237417853132008-12-20T05:49:00.003-06:002008-12-20T06:07:28.296-06:00

1. Someone to properly run wires (of adequate length) in my office.2. A REAL desk. Not a folding table.3. Shelves. Cabinets.4. A decent phone.5. A computer with a fan that doesn't go: ggggggrrrrrrrrrggggggggrrrrrr6. Someone to care for my potted plants. (Jenn has started doing this early. Thanks, Santa!!)7. A new refrigerator with--gasp--an ice maker.8. A cold Diet Coke once in a while. (See

Shannonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04523387320450404651noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5971592575851163770.post-16325184375702010812008-12-16T08:01:00.003-06:002008-12-16T08:05:23.296-06:00

This came in an email from Rob in North Carolina:"I am passing this on to you because it definitely works, and we could all use a little more calmness in our lives. By following simple advice heard on the Dr. Phil show, you too can find inner peace. Dr. Phil proclaimed, "The way to achieve inner peace is to finish all the things you have started and have never finished."So, I looked around my

Shannonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04523387320450404651noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5971592575851163770.post-23844152699185630492008-12-11T21:14:00.003-06:002008-12-11T21:20:56.424-06:00

Rough, rough day. Things out of my control. Too much "shut up and take it." And me with not enough time in the day.The bright spot? My son's holiday program--he looked precious as an elf!! And Rob and Jimz recognizing when I've hit a wall and offering me a beer at the end of a very long day. You guys rock. And thanks for not thinking I'm a crazy bitch.

Shannonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04523387320450404651noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5971592575851163770.post-37046126587006145162008-12-10T22:40:00.002-06:002008-12-10T23:08:36.138-06:00

Who knew Santa liked Crown? And that elves drank Bud Light? Or that the sleigh previously driven by eight reindeer was traded in for a black Escalade? That's what I learned this week, hanging out with two of my favorite people in North Carolina. Rob and John. Thanks for the laughs, guys. It was an education. 

Shannonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04523387320450404651noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5971592575851163770.post-62393954935513938312008-12-07T19:21:00.004-06:002008-12-07T19:56:23.683-06:00

tipsy starOriginally uploaded by Reel PiratesFriday night we gathered after work to trim the Christmas tree - an evening together as a “family”, before being scattered to the four winds. Sherry and Sandra expertly wrapped the tree in lights and the guys made them dance to music - the lights that is, not Sherry and Sandra. The rest of us hung decorations, though I dare say we did a poor job of it.

Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04093183555428829521noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5971592575851163770.post-45527258570075902682008-12-04T21:05:00.006-06:002008-12-08T09:23:16.558-06:00

It’s been a difficult couple of weeks here. Thanksgiving came and went in a blur. Practically everyone worked straight through the holiday to keep locations up and running in spite of several hurtles and pitfalls. At times it has reminded me of a zombie movie. Not the gore – there’s been no blood shed, yet. Rather it’s the social observations - How does humanity respond when forced to fight for

Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04093183555428829521noreply@blogger.com0