The "Office"

For Bosses Day this year, a member of our web team put together this clever take on "The Office" TV show on NBC. She's got quite the skills! That's your's truly to the far right—how in the world she made me look like Angela, I'll never know!

Enjoy ...



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Failing Miserably

Dear Doc,

I can't quit you.

XOXOXO,

---The Blonde Diggity

Goodbye, Old Friend ...

Dear Doc,

When we met when I was 7, I had no idea you would become my lifelong companion. Through softball games, broken hearts, graduations, Caribbean cruises, severe work stress, all-nighters, tailgaiting, and all other moments "just because", you've been that friend that has stuck closer than a brother.

I always knew I could count on you when I was down and out—or just out in general—to cool me off when life heated up. I've always been able to count on you to jump-start my day when coffee just wouldn't do.

It's been many a year now that you, my friend, have been my "go-to" drink of choice, eclipsing the sweetness of a glass of iced tea or a cup of decaf Vanilla Roast. You've been the "yo-yo" to my "diet" as you and I have packed on and unpacked more pounds than I can count in the last few decades.

But I have come to realize that no matter how sweet you are or how deep our relationship is, it must come to an end. I know, I know ... I can't believe I'm typing these words, either. But it's true. The time has come to once again ban your sweet can from my life in an attempt to shed the weight of our past indulgences together.

I can carry them around no longer ... or my jeans won't fit come September.

But I promise we will always be close, Doc ... you'll always be as near to me as my mom's poolside fridge or a bazillion restaurants in any given town. And though I will avoid aisle #8 in my local grocery store, know that I will pass you by and throw you a longing glance as my buggy and I high-tail it away from you.

Please do not attempt to sway my decision or tempt me in any way. You are sneaky and I know you will try. But know that my resolve is strong, and I am prepared to stand my ground.

I have no doubt we will meet again someday ... once I've lost these pesky 5 pounds you've added to my frame in recent months. Until then, know that I will miss you tremendously ... and that you will forever be my "Nectar" ...

Hopelessly devoted to you,

I'm a Heifer—Can You Hear Me Moo?

Seems my posts lately have been of the "bovine" nature.

And for that, I am truly truly sorry.

But this post will be no different. Why, you ask?

Because I can't stop grazing.

Why is it when you re-introduce the word "diet" into your vocabulary after an evening of unfortunate "scale hopping", you suddenly want to eat everything in sight?

(I'm sure hormones don't help, either.)

I did great early on in the day today: granola bar for breakfast, small salad with NO dressing for lunch, and at least 3 bottles of water—all before 3 p.m.

Then I left work.

And that's where it all just fell apart.

I finished off the container of Pringles within 3.5 seconds of walking in my front door. Then I took myself to the mall where I had a slice of pizza, a large Dr. Pepper, and 2 chocolate chip cookies from the Chocolate Chip Cookie Company. Feeling just terrible about my caloric intake, I decided a run was in order.

I sprinted a half a mile once home, then slowed to a power walk (seems all those carbs were catching up with me). Despite the carb-induced sluggishness, torrential downpour, and new running shoes, I did manage to put in 2.5 miles ...

then came in and celebrated with another cookie, 3 pieces of smoked turkey, and a large Dr. Pepper.

Even I am shaking my head at this one.

Obviously, I'm in need of serious help. I only need to lose 5 pounds ... but I know if I don't get those 5 pounds off stat, they'll quickly creep up to 10 ... 15 ... 20 pounds I'll need to lose.

20 lbs.

I shudder to think.

And that, my friends, will be nothing to "moo" about ...

Cow Appreciation Day

July 10th was Cow Appreciation Day, hosted by Chick-fil-a.

Since my manager thought it would be a great idea to take our weekly Friday marketing meeting on the road, my entire team had to dress like a cow ...

and moo.

Seriously.

Seems if you dressed like a cow, Chick-fil-a would give you your choice of any of their menu combos—FREE.

And with these tough economic times, FREE is all we needed to hear to cut out some spots, pin on some tails, and start chewing our cud.

FOR. THE. LOVE. OF. THE. MOO.

I was behind the camera most of the morning (thank goodness!), but I wanted to share with you some of my co-workers in action.



Their names, of course, have been withheld to protect the innocent ...


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