My Friend Ash asked why people don't sweep anymore. You can see the answer above. It's because of those damn child labor laws. Let the kiddies work! We will all sweep better ... er ... sleep better. The photo comes from the Shorpy blog of 100 year old photos: Boys with brooms in the packing room of S.W. Brown Manufacturing, Evansville, Indiana. October 1908. Photograph by Lewis Wickes Hine.
Lucy had a lemonade stand to benefit Relay for Life of Marion County. The neighbor kids came over and everyone decided they would make more money if there was some entertainment with the beverages.
I did a newspaper for a lunch note so Lucy had to do her own. For those of you who can't read kindergarten, here are her headlines. Upper right: Kids want to talk Lower left: Teachers want quiet Lower right: Milk not spilled
I haven't published a lunch note in a while. I am still creating them in fits and starts. I need to create more because Lucy tells us she is embarrassed when she gets a note that she has had before.
OK, it is not summer yet, but that is not going to stop the kid they call "The Craziest Graser." All she needs is a plastic sandbox filled with water, an old plastic slide and a too tight bathing suit. Fun, fun
I don't understand these people. Anyone who has a blog or posts videos or does anything public has run into them. Haters tell you, you suck or you're stupid, or you have wasted their time, when all you have done is make your product available. No one forces anyone to watch or read anything. This morning I ran into some good natured response to the haters. I don't spend enough time on Youtube to be on top of everything so this might be a little old but it is new to me so spare me your hateful comments.
Caution: there is some bad language in these vidoes. It is used in the cause of parody and is not meant to be offensive. Sometimes you have to use hyperbole to make a point.
This looks like the Olentangy River very close to where my operation took place. You can see the bridge across the river that we took to go to the OSU Hospital.
So, two guys meet and one says, "what do your friends call you?" "Dirt bag," he replies. "Dirt bag?" the first guy says. "Why do they call you that?" "Oh, because I have a colostomy," he explains. "Well, what did they call you before you had the colostomy?" "Asshole."