Wednesday, October 18, 2006

All the news that's fit to print

In an unexpected addendum to last week's "Celebrate Poultry" theme, good news from Ft. Myers Beach, Florida.

Florida youth must be heartier than their Massachusetts peers, who need protection from the perils of recess.

If you agree that it's never too late to get your 15 minutes of fame, this may be the thing for you.

And finally, I'm copying these words of wisdom from the Washington Post on an index card to take with me the next time I shop for jeans:

"If the zipper on your jeans is the same length as that People magazine you're reading in the grocery store check out aisle, you're probably losing the camouflage fight. And if the back pockets are the size of an IHOP pancake and are situated on the fleshy part between the waist and the bottom of the booty, they should have no place in your closet."

Words to live by.

So there you have it, my thoughts for today: YAY for the Turkey testicle Fest, BOO for making kids jog in place for a half-hour at recess, ARE YOU KIDDING? for the Phillies afterlife tribute, and JUST SAY NO to the ugly jeans.

We can all do a little something to make the world a better place :)

What are your thoughts for today?


Kim Stagliano said...

I grew up in Attleboro and have the skinned knees to prove it! Sounds like the LAWYERS ruined recess, or the parents who sue the school for cuts and scrapes. PATHETIC! I hang my BayState head in shame.... :)

kim said...

Can't they just get the parents to sign a waiver?

I once did a post on having to sign a permission slip for my daughter to jump rope for the american heart association. The wording on the slip made jumping rope sound so deadly (and I wasn't allowed to hold them accountable if my child did die -- death clause, for real.)

twas rediculous, but better to sign a waiver than stop the children from playing tag.

Wonder where Red Rover stands.

Ali said...

I remember jumping rope in school, Kim...Jump for Heart...there were no permissions slips back then, lol.

Alyssa Goodnight said...

You're really making us work for these blogs, Trish! All those links...I'm exhausted! ;)

LEstes65 said...

One of my proudest moments in 6th grade was when I got to wear sunglasses to school for a week. The reason? I was pulled off the bars by a friend (I had been swinging by my knees). I fell on my head, fractured my cheek & nose and had a major concussion. The blue/green/purple eyes that ensued were a dream come true (I loved the attention). I'm thinking that, as a loyal American, I should hire a lawyer to sue my friend that pulled me from the bar. But dang, she did me such a social favor!!! Recess is where we earn our first battle scars. I agree with Kim. Laywers ruined recess.

Karitown said...

Wow. I haven't even seen the news today. Whew, this is exhausting.

Swishy said...

Just say no to bad jeans: EXCELLENT words to live by!

Me said...

We were made of tougher stuff when we were kids--and that's not just a figure of speech, I'm sorry to say. We grew up drinking milk so that our bones didn't break every time we tripped and fell. We grew up with only three channels--four if PBS was coming in--so we went outside to play to fight the boredom, and actually built up some muscle and stamina. Nowadays every other kid has weight problems, diabetes,'s depressing. Now we're stopping physical exertion at recess? Why not just box 'em up and raise them like veal?