According to Melissa
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So Hq moved all operations to Ann Arbor. The offices are shared, and are actually quite spacious and roomy. Besides a lack of furniture, things are well. We got in on the ground floor, literally. We are the first room on the right of the back entrance, and have our very own sink. Hans, the ivy plant, was welcomed with open arms by the other party, Jennifer, occupying the room. The Ethernet was set up only in a mere three and a half hours, with only a few quirks in the e-mail system remaining. The television has yet to be hooked up, but yesterday with glazed over eyes Melissa decided it could wait. She invites all who want to visit to come on up.
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Yes, it is true, this little shin-dig is heading south. South? You may be wondering how, it already is bad enough right? Well, thanks, but we mean literally south. The entire staff and crew of this site are following its founder, Melissa, down to Ann Arbor. There, she will pose as a student to get an insider's edge. We aren't exactly sure on the reasoning behind this yet, but once we know we will let you know. Anyhow, so our boss is moving the operations down there, so all calls will have to be forwarded, and e-mail, well that already is. Anyhow, she (Melissa) is excited for the move, stating that it is a great opportunity to create a larger fan base. Yet, she also is worried about staying in touch with the needs of her current audience in the Ortonville tri-county area. However, she has announced an official move date, it's the 28th of August. So wish us luck at navigating our new surroundings, because we will need it.
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This past weekend the world rotated and the planets were inline for the annual Rotpac Crystal Lake Team Marathon adventure. Coming from Cross Country camp and the greater Ortonville area, members from the notorious running club meet up at the Betsie River Campground, a silver award winning camp. It was nice, though the bathrooms were a tad far, and the owner needed to borrow someone's toothbrush, twenty years ago, but nonetheless it was a good campground and a great experience. The first to spike the site were Jess, Jon, and Melissa, who, with their free time, set up tents and put together the most precious cargo in the Trooper, the bikes. Taking a huge leap of faith concerning his significant other, his bike, Jess let(rather explained step by step) Melissa put in a bike tube. Then the Cross-Country campers arrived, and set up their tents and Dougie started the fire soon after. Eventually, Walker and the guys from the ghetto Suburban showed up. After figuring out dinner, either a kiddy meal or subway, the group relaxed to the sound of dueling guitars, and the discussion of race strategy. Waking up mostly at 6 AM the next morning the group set out early, and went to the Relay. While Blitz was expected to do fairly well, the underdogs of the day, the Hustling Hawks, won their age group as well. Though the Hustlers were beaten by the infamous boys team, it was a good effort put fourth by all. That afternoon, after cramming pizza in their faces, they all headed (Except for Wilson, who slept through it all) to the big dune at the National Lakeshore. It was marker #9 on the park brochure. The dune provided much entertainment, and the boys ran down it as expected (Almost falling the whole way). The water in Lake Michigan was fun, with waves taller than even Coach! After trying to "body surf" on the water, the group decided to climb back up the 470-foot dune, which is at an approx. 70 degree angle. Ashley experienced sand difficulties (Walker pushed her down), Melissa was pelted with a rock (Amanda- being a freshman didn't take wind or warning signs into account before she threw it), Simmer puked twice at the top of the dune, and all were inhaling the harsh and burning sand that ate away at their skin. After stopping to stock up on groceries, the group decided to stay in for the evening, and sat by the campfire, not doing a whole lot. The next morning began the rush to take down tents and pack up vehicles. And though many had speculated that the 'burban wouldn't make it home, all reports are that the creepy ghetto-mobile did in fact reach its home port. All in all, it turned out to be a nice weekend, and a great getaway with great friends and "family".
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Yes, you did read correctly. The headline did specify a radish. It seems, that local athletes Jess and Melissa, drawing on inspiration from triathlons and adventure races (One particular race, the Wild Onion in Chicago), have decided to host their own "Ortonville Adventure-race", if such a thing is possible. The two are excitedly making plans for the race, which is scheduled for sometime in the near future. "Yeah, sometime before everyone leaves, again..." Stated one of the excited organizers. The two will probably be using the resources of ROTPAC, the local running and biking club in the Ortonville/Oxford area. "The race should include running, biking, hiking, and some kind of a water thing too." Melissa enthusiastically told an unwitting customer at work. In response the customer ran from the store yelling something about the devil. There is a planning session planned on the 2nd, where most of the details will hopefully be ironed out. Stay tuned (Yes, all two of you) for further updates.
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Last Night, at Civic Center Park, Kearsley Creek, a local band comprised of local talent, performed their first concert. It was a free venue, and worth every penny. The music, which was labeled as "country", was surprisingly good and brought smiles to the faces of all in attendance. At the start the day was hot and humid, but as the guitars played on, the clouds moved on in. The concert had to be cut short because lightning was spotted. It was unfortunately called before everyone's favorites, and of course the finale, was played. Employing a small army, the Creek managed to get all of their electrical equipment and instruments away before it began to downpour. After the concert, through a flash flood and amidst a blackout, many of the fans in attendance drove to the movies. Once inside and dry, they watched Disney's "Lilo and Stich". It was a cute and funny movie. The evening made for a rather pleasant time, rain and all. Though it would have been awesome to have heard the rest of the set from Kearsley Creek.
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It has recently been documented that Melissa suffers from a condition of mild laziness. It isn't the acute kind, but could develop into it if left untreated. Her doctors give her two weeks to shake the disease before it takes hold of her life. Using the excuse of sickness, Melissa even refuses to run until she can "breathe". All she seems to do these days is sit in front of her computer and type. Her room has remained messy, and is in a state of disrepair. The house needs to be taken care of, but Melissa simply refuses. Can anyone help save our beloved Melissa (who also pays our bills)! Only time and volition will tell. As for now we remain on the edge of our seats, anxiously awaiting any word of recovery.
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For the past two weeks there has been mayhem within the Ortonville village limits and its surrounding areas. The reason is simply that the local high school has kicked out about 230 of the regular students. In an elaborate plan to rid the school of these know-it-alls, the principal arranged a “ceremony” in the Meadow Brook pavilion. It included speeches from unsuspecting students, as well as odd clown-like uniforms. The girls were made to wear white, while the boys had to wear blue. To make certain the public would never take any of the students seriously again, they made them wear odd fast-food-type caps with a square plate on top. Hanging from the monstrosity was some kind of a multi-colored cat toy, which kept whacking the unsuspecting students in the face, blinding them as they had to march two by two down, up, and down a few hundred rough cement steps. The public at the scene was quite jovial, screaming and snapping pictures of the embarrassing scene. Obviously, these students will never be allowed back in school with so many witnesses and records. So that there wasn’t rioting, the faculty responsible for removing the students gave out blue books as prizes. But upon inspection the students found them to be empty, and to allow the masses to leave their seats, were told that they had to pick up suspicious looking “diplomas” after the ceremony. Finally becoming aware of the injustice, the students, at the dismissal of the principal, threw their fast-food hat/plates in the air with clear agitation.
Barring these selected students from attending regular classes at Brandon, they are left with nothing to do but sleep-in, loiter around the village, and (against their better judgment) work! As alarming as this account is, it isn’t isolated to Brandon. It happens in millions of places all over the country, all suspiciously at around this time. Simply a mere coincidence? Hasn’t this gone on long enough? Isn’t it time to raise your voices and stop the persecution of these fine pupils? Many feel so violated that next year they plan on attending larger schools with a tougher curriculum. Even going as far as to leave the public school system and pay for an education. Should our students have to resort to this kind of behavior? Certainly, when the high school decides to kick students out, things have reached their braking point. As evidence of this, school, all over the district, will have a three-month recess, where many in the system will try to come to an agreeable solution to this problem. Meanwhile, the school system claims success in “graduating” their senior students.
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Well, last Saturday was holy, not because some rodent came out from its den (no metaphors please!), but of course because it was Melissa's birthday! Yes, the wise, witty, charming, intrepid (can you tell she signs our paychecks here), and beautiful woman became an official adult; although for the last year and a half she has been one in an unofficial capacity. To celebrate she was originally scheduled to go dancing, but that was cancelled. So, at the suggestion of the wondrous Kendra eight girls got together in their formal dance attire and wolfed down food at Mr. B's Roadhouse in Clarkston. It was great because it was eight beautiful girls wearing eight beautiful dresses, with 3 differing meals. All but two of the girls had chicken tenders; Stacy downed some ribs and Ashley S. a salad. Then, to make the evening more perfect, they celebrated with a surprise cake from Ortonville's own McDonald's. After dinner, wanting to do something in their formalwear the eight strode around in the mall and were the talk of all. It was a wonderful evening of friendship and fun, accentuated by pretty dresses and high heels.
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