Saturday, September 10, 2005

Happy Birthday, Boss.

There once was a man named Neil.
For him, today's a big deal.
His birthday has come.
Now give him some rum
To go with his home-cooked meal.

Stuck on you like a bad tattoo,
The Trailer Park Gourmet

20 comments:

Neil said...

I'm sure it will be a birthday to remember, thanks to you.

Carly said...

Neil, it's your birthday?? Well, happy birthday!

Neil said...

Hi Carly. I understand your special day is coming up? I always suspected you were a Virgo.

Suzie Petunia said...

In response to your last post... Yes, you are indeed crazy. Eating candy bars before bed? Insane.

And Happy Birthday, Neil...whoever you are!

Carly said...

Yes, I DO have one coming up, myself, Neil. But that should stay between us Virgos. Do you feel embarrassed that you are a Virgo, or are you proud?

Anonymous said...

I keep telling my husband that the greatest novel would be one in which relationships unfold and become more clear (and yet more complicated!!) to the reader through a series of strangers' blogs. This has been a fascinating and gripping few weeks when I've started reading all of youse blogs. Here's what I can figure out about Neil: he's 35, or probably 36 now, has a twin sister named Jennifer, went on a two week vacation with you and there's gotta be some mutual interest there, recently finished up a dissertation and got a job at a university in California (?), although Kacy was really pushing for him to get hired at BYU. And he's short, if I remember correctly. Now I learn that he is your boss!! Is that for real? I am really quite intrigued.

It is all the more bizarre and intriguing that I can come in and make comments and leave my mark on a group of people who has no reference for who I am or where I come from.

So happy birthday, Neil. I never knew you.

Melissa said...

Emily,
Glad you reading and enjoying the blog drama.

I would like to point out that you have made a few incorrect assumptions, not only about Neil, but also when you said you could "leave my mark on a group of people who has no reference for who I am or where I come from." Think again, Emily-in-Phoenix-using-Netscape-Navigator-on-a-Mac-with-a-1028 x 768-screen-resolution :)

Happy sleuthing!

Anonymous said...

Hmmm, so interesting. My browser of choice is Safari, but close enough. And it is a bit disconcerting that you all can see just how embarrassingly frequently I check your blogs. But Neil remains an enigma, and I must read on to try to figure out what I got wrong.

Anonymous said...

Aha! No twin sister. Just a dissertation partner. And "boss" is likely not to be taken literally. How am _I_ doin'?

kacy faulconer said...

The most interesting thing about Neil is that the government pays for him to alter the gas and break pedals in his car because he is technically a midget.

Happy Birthday Neil, I didn't forget--I just lost 5 lbs this weekend to the stomach flu (I'll leave the specifics of that weight loss up to your imagination)I'll make it up to you somehow.

So is Neil the boss who Marcy pretends she can't hear clearly on her phone and hangs up on? Interesting.

Melissa said...

Emily (or not Emily): your detective work is improving.

Eliza said...

"Technically a midget" is interesting.

kacy faulconer said...

Is this "Neil" a man or a woman? Help! I'm totally lost here.

Neil said...

Oh, I'm a man. I'm ALL man.

Neil said...

Carly: are you kidding? I'm very proud to be a Virgo. And you should be too. If Virgos ran the world, we'd be halfway through the Millenium by now.

Melissa said...

Yes, aside from his virgin maiden sign...Neil IS all man.

Anonymous said...

Now that I have a decent overview of Neil, the next mystery in this virtual relationship puzzle remains: Who are all the 17-year-old boys on Kacy's blog?

kacy faulconer said...

Those are just my aliases. I use them to generate a youthful buzz around my posts.

kacy faulconer said...

Just kidding! They're my sons.

Melissa said...

Kacy: Too bad you didn't post the I gave you Marcy comment because maybe certain people would be confused and take it literally and think I was your daughter when you really only have all those sons.