Justin for Senator

From: Justin
Sent: Wednesday, March 16, 2011 10:46 AM
To: Me
Subject: nonpub ad

 
This is a non-publishable ad that ran in today's pub.  Can you make it publishable please??  Thanks!

 
Justin







From: Me
Sent: Wednesday, March 16, 2011 10:59 AM
To: Justin
Subject: RE: nonpub ad

Give me a "D"
D!
Give me an "O"
O!
Give me a "N"
N!
Give me an "E"
E!

 What does that spell?!

Thank you,

Me






From: Bennett, Rachel - Boise
Sent: Wednesday, March 16, 2011 11:00 AM
To: Winegar, Justin - Boise
Subject: RE: Mesa Systems 543507 nonpub ad

 
I said. "What does that spell", darn it?

Thank you,

 Me






From: Justin
Sent: Wednesday, March 16, 2011 11:01 AM
To: Me
Subject: RE: nonpub ad

 Wow!  Okay, okay, it spells DONE!!  Don't hurt me!!!!!!!!

 Justin 






From: Bennett, Rachel - Boise
Sent: Wednesday, March 16, 2011 11:01 AM
To: Winegar, Justin - Boise
Subject: RE: nonpub ad

 
Darn skippy. 


 
Thanks for participating.

 
Thank you,

 
Me







From: Justin
Sent: Wednesday, March 16, 2011 11:01 AM
To: Me
Subject: RE: nonpub ad

 
You're welcome. 

 
Don't you mean "damn" skippy??   


 
Justin




 
From: Me
Sent: Wednesday, March 16, 2011 11:02 AM
To: Justin
Subject: RE: nonpub ad

 
That too.

 
Thank you,

 
Me







From: Justin
Sent: Wednesday, March 16, 2011 11:02 AM
To: Me
Subject: RE: nonpub ad

 
Good.  Now that's $10 you owe the swear jar! Ma-ha-ha

 
Justin


 
From: Me
Sent: Wednesday, March 16, 2011 11:02 AM
To: Justin
Subject: RE: nonpub ad

 
You cheater! You belong in Congress.

 
Thank you,

 
Me


 


From: Justin
Sent: Wednesday, March 16, 2011 11:03 AM
To: Me
Subject: RE: nonpub ad

 
Hahaha, that I do!  That..I..do.

 
2012 here I come!  Congressman Ju…no, no…SENATOR Justin!  


 
Justin

 


From: Me
Sent: Wednesday, March 16, 2011 11:05 AM
To: Justin
Subject: RE: nonpub ad

 
 I will contribute to that political campaign fund.

 
What will your platform be? Swear Jars? I think that would definitely clench it for you.

 
Thank you,

 
Me







From: Justin
Sent: Wednesday, March 16, 2011 11:07 AM
To: Me
Subject: RE: nonpub ad

 
Thank you!  Yes, swear jars will be my number one concern, along with making Mumford and Sons mandatory listening, once a week.  Also, some less important stuff like lowering taxes on the middle class and getting out of Iraq and Afghanistan.  


 
Justin



 
From: Me
Sent: Wednesday, March 16, 2011 11:13 AM
To: Justin
Subject: RE: nonpub ad

 
Those last things should only be a minor mention, though. May I also suggest adding to your list of Mandatory Listening: Frances + the Machine & Adele. It can only make our country grow stronger as individuals. That alone has the power to stop the earthquakes in Japan and the tsunamis in Thailand.

 
Also, I strongly urge you to mention something about May 21, 2011, and for those of us left, October 21, 2011 as well.

 
Thank you,

 
Me


 


From: Justin
Sent: Wednesday, March 16, 2011 11:18 AM
To: Me
Subject: RE: nonpub ad

 
Good points!  I totally spaced the May 21^st thing.  Wow, I guess I don't have time for 2012, I need to be elected NOW!  The world needs to know they only have about two months left.  That means a LOT of listening to Mumford and Florence needs to be done.

 
Justin



 
From: Me
Sent: Wednesday, March 16, 2011 12:20 PM
To: Justin
Subject: RE: nonpub ad

 
Heck yes it does! Maybe copious amounts of listening will push back the timeline for the destruction of the world.

 
Thank you,

 
Me




 
From: Justin
Sent: Wednesday, March 16, 2011 12:23 PM
To: Me
Subject: RE: nonpub ad

 
We can only hope!

 
Justin

Tris is a BadAss

A conversation between me and rock star coworker, Justin.

(Note: I am a girly-girl in every sense of the word. I LOVE shoes, purses, clothes…you get the idea. While I also am an adrenaline junky and enjoy physical activity and outdoor things, this is still a pretty funny story for anyone who knows me and sees me on a daily basis—in my fancy shoes, especially the glittery ones)

SETTING: Justin is in his cubie, working like a madman on his two computer screens, mounds of paper work and other coworkers (such as myself) interrupting his flow of rock star-ness.

ME: Hey Justin. Lean against his cubie wall, ignoring the fact that he’s busy.

JUSTIN: Hey. Glances my way, continues to type.

ME: How’s it goin'? I am here to be entertained, darn it.

JUSTIN: Busy.

ME: Huh. Hey, wanna hear something cool?

JUSTIN: Sure.

ME: Lunch date with Lemons next week, 12:30, that European pizza place downtown. 

JUSTIN: Courtesy laugh as he continues to work. Great multitasker, that Justin is.

ME: Wanna see something cool? I’ve been waiting ALL day to share this with someone. Justin is the PERFECT candidate.

JUSTIN: Finally ignores his work to give me the 100% of his attention I deserve. Of course!

ME: I hold out my left hand palm up, and show him the injury I obtained over the weekend (Okay, so I was going to take a picture to show you all how dang impressive it was, but it wasn’t gory enough. I wanted it to turn yellow and purple with bruising, but I did such a good job taking care of it when it happened, nothing ever came to fruition, thus, I will describe it to you. It looks like a small bite mark, a really small bite mark--like Fae from the Dark Court small--and it’s bloody, and slightly bruised and swollen and impressive. Oh, so impressive. It’s in the meaty part of my hand where my pointer finger meets my palm.)

JUSTIN: Brows arch in a somewhat impressed fashion. Ouch. Looks like it hurt.

ME: Nods. Yup. It did. But only a little. Wanna know how I got it?

JUSTIN: Of course! Typical excited Justin response. It’s great.

ME: Shrugs shoulders, tries to act nonchalant and “everyday-ish” about this. Cleaning my gun.

JUSTIN: Pregnant pause. Silence. Erupts in laughter.

ME: I know! It’s so cool isn’t it?

JUSTIN: Still laughing. How’d you get it?

ME: Pulls out the lingo and info Hubby spouted me when I insisted he teach me how to properly and responsibly use and clean my gun. Well, I’d just finished cleaning and putting together my 9MM, and was doing a trigger test. When I pulled back the slide and let it go, my hand got in the way and it pinched my skin.

JUSTIN: Did you cry?

ME: No. It kind of hung there. I couldn’t get it off myself. I was like, Hubby, Hubby. Get this off. He kind of looked at me and then the gun.

JUSTIN: Laughs some more.

Co-worker Janice walks by.

ME: Hey, Janice! Wanna see something cool?

JANICE: Sure, babe. Walks over.

ME: Shows hand.

JANICE: Looks like you got pinched.

ME: Uh-huh.

JANICE: Doing what?

ME: Cleaning my gun.

JANICE: Laughs at me. Literally AT me. Honey, you need to wait for it to bruise up more before you go showing it off. More impressive that way. Walks away.

ME: Scowls a little but still darn proud of my wound AND how I got it. Thinks to self: I wonder if Tris ever got one of these while cleaning her gun during the Dauntless initiation. Then I shake my head. Who am I kidding? Tris is a Bad ass.

 --Me

My Taurus PT92 - 9MM

Brainstorming Session

I would like to point out that I have a whole newfound respect for David Thorne and what he does.


Secondly I would like to point out that if you HAVE NOT read the Hunger Games A) do so NOW and B) this contains slight spoilers from book two, Catching Fire. You have been warned.

We have an unofficial book club at work. It’s mostly just me and two other girls, but occasionally 1 of our 2 male co-workers joins us (this is the only time, actually). This is a conversation we had while I waited impatiently for him to finish the book so we could discuss it.

Happy reading. :-)




From: Justin
Sent: Wednesday, December 08, 2010 8:51 AM
To: RaeLynn
Subject: There is no more...

District 12!

Justin




From: RaeLynn
Sent: Wednesday, December 08, 2010 8:58 AM
To: Justin
Subject: RE: There is no more...

I know!!!! Can you believe that???

RaeLynn




From: Justin
Sent: Wednesday, December 08, 2010 9:00 AM
To: RaeLynn
Subject: RE: There is no more...

I was actually disappointed the games didn’t finish. I thought that would have been more exciting, having her have to kill Finnick or have Peeta die or something. But it was still a pretty cool ending…I definitely wasn’t expecting it.

Justin




From: RaeLynn
Sent: Wednesday, December 08, 2010 9:02 AM
To: Justin
Subject: RE: There is no more...

Yeah, I was hoping they’d play it out more, like an alliance between the remaining Careers and them overthrowing the Capitol. And trust me, as book three goes on, you’ll start to wish more and more that Peeta died in the arena…Gale too (even though he wasn’t there).

I say to Katniss—“Screw Peeta and Gale!! Go for Finnick!”

RaeLynn




From: Justin
Sent: Wednesday, December 08, 2010 9:03 AM
To: RaeLynn
Subject: RE: There is no more...

Haha, oh geeze. It’s not a love triangle, it’s a love square!! Nooooooooooooooooo!! :)

Justin




From: RaeLynn
Sent: Wednesday, December 08, 2010 9:05 AM
To: Justin
Subject: RE: There is no more...

Are you prejudice against rhombus’ (rhombi)? Maybe Katniss should hold a Hunger Games of her own for all of her eligible bachelors? That’s one thing I hate sometimes about books, here’s this poor pretty girl and she *groan* has soooo many boys chasing after her. She must be so put out by it all!

RaeLynn




From: Justin
Sent: Wednesday, December 08, 2010 9:10 AM
To: RaeLynn
Subject: RE: There is no more...

Haha, actually, I AM prejudice against rhombi! I’m a rhombist :)

Now that would be an awesome book! You should write it! Seriously, I would buy that. But yeah, poor Katniss, it’s hard being perfect. *lame*

Justin




From: RaeLynn
Sent: Wednesday, December 08, 2010 9:18 AM
To: Justin
Subject: RE: There is no more...

HAHA. So true. You start a rhombist movement and I’ll write two books, How Costco is Like the Hunger Games and Katniss’ Arena.

There’s one redeeming line in book three and it comes from Peeta. Wanna know what it is? It won’t ruin anything, promise.

RaeLynn




From: Justin
Sent: Wednesday, December 08, 2010 9:25 AM
To: RaeLynn
Subject: RE: There is no more...

Haha, nice!! Get crackin’ on those!

Suuuuure, why not. As long as it doesn’t spoil anything :)

Justin




From: RaeLynn
Sent: Wednesday, December 08, 2010 9:27 AM
To: Justin
Subject: RE: There is no more...

I don’t think it will….

He looks at her and says something like, “You’re not much to look at, are you?” It was so funny!

RaeLynn




From: RaeLynn
Sent: Wednesday, December 08, 2010 9:43 AM
To: Justin
Subject: RE: There is no more...

I almost forgot about Haymitch! We can’t leave him out of Katniss’ Arena!!

RaeLynn




From: Justin
Sent: Wednesday, December 08, 2010 9:47 AM
To: RaeLynn
Subject: RE: There is no more...

I agree. I say he dies first, than Gale, than Peeta and Finnick have to battle it out to the death. Whoever is alive, gets the pleasure of telling off Katniss and dumping her :)

Justin




From: RaeLynn
Sent: Wednesday, December 08, 2010 9:51 AM
To: Justin
Subject: RE: There is no more...

OOOHH!!! I am totally going to do a spoof of that! That is too perfect! ROFL!! But I think that it should be Gale and Finnick…Peeta’s a pansy…

RaeLynn




From: Justin
Sent: Wednesday, December 08, 2010 9:55 AM
To: RaeLynn
Subject: RE: There is no more...

Hahaha, that’s true. He’s over there frosting cupcakes while Gale and Finnick are attacking each other with daggers and axes.

Justin




From: RaeLynn
Sent: Wednesday, December 08, 2010 9:59 AM
To: Justin
Subject: RE: There is no more...

Here we go, even better.

Peeta, Gale, and Finnick kill Haymitch, and realize that Katniss is just using them all and playing with and breaking hearts is what she does best, not rallying rebel forces or being the Mockingjay.

The three of them decide to kill Katniss, but when it comes down to it, Peeta buckles and professes his love for her and that this was all a mistake. Gale kills Peeta for betrayal (a cover for his true drive—jealousy).

Then he and Finnick tag team Katniss and tell her what for. Then they go off and set the mutts on her.

And I’ll still add in the cupcakes and frosting.

RaeLynn




From: Justin
Sent: Wednesday, December 08, 2010 10:01 AM
To: RaeLynn - Boise
Subject: RE: There is no more...

Hahaha, sounds deliciously evil…I love it! Maybe Peeta gives Haymitch one of his cupcakes…a POISONED CUPCAKE! MWAHAHAHHA :)

Justin




From: RaeLynn
Sent: Wednesday, December 08, 2010 10:01 AM
To: Justin - Boise
Subjet: RE: There is no more...

Mwahaha indeed!

We’re going to be so rich once this book hits the shelves!

RaeLynn




From: Justin - Boise
Sent: Wednesday, December 08, 2010 10:11 AM
To: RaeLynn
Subject: RE: There is no more...

Excellent! I can’t wait to sleep on a pile of money every night :) :) :)

Justin




From: RaeLynn
Sent: Wednesday, December 08, 2010 10:27 AM
To: Justin Subject: RE: There is no more...
Subject: RE: There is no more...


And throw bills senselessly in the air so they flutter down around me! (while twirling)

RaeLynn




From: Justin
Sent: Wednesday, December 08, 2010 10:28 AM
To: RaeLynn
Subject: RE: There is no more...

Haha Sounds like heaven to me! :)

Justin



--Me