lasar cats
April 16th, 2006 Rachelokay, it’s kind of juvenile. Right, sure - it’s completey juvenile.
But LASAR CATS. You can’t go wrong.
Enjoy, while YouTube is still hosting it…argh, NBC.
okay, it’s kind of juvenile. Right, sure - it’s completey juvenile.
But LASAR CATS. You can’t go wrong.
Enjoy, while YouTube is still hosting it…argh, NBC.
Instead of going into a long discussion about the variety of feelings
I’ve got circulating in my heart right now about everything…
Here’s a slideshow.
NOTE - the following is highly sentimental. Those who might start
tearing up (you know who you are) might want to just rest assured that I care, and move on.
After a long walk with Harley, it was nice to see 10 year old Michael Turri summed up reason why it feels good to get out (or in) and move.
"It really gets my brain going," said the 10-year-old. "You need to do this stuff to get through life."
The rest of the CNN article on required PE classes is here. 100% amen from me - fingers crossed PE becomes mandatory again, as they rightly point out this is the only way school systems are going to bring a little jump rope and jogging back into the curriculum.
I wonder what would happen if a school proposed to do it differently…Ontario (or is it all of Canada?) has mandatory volunteering (which is an oxymoron for an altogether different discussion) that must be completed over the four years. What if the number of school days were added up and by the end of the year the students must have completed the number of "30 minutes of physical activity" credits that would equal three days a week on average. Activities could be held before school, at lunch and after class ends.
So, the average kid would go to one of these activities, be it walking, dodge ball, Frisbee or whatever on say Mondays, Wednesdays and Thursdays. But other kids might miss a few weeks and go every weekday for a month to make up for it. Like budgeting, but for exercise…I dunno, might be a cool way to build a habit, improve scores, and not compromise the increasingly competitive academic standards for getting to each successive level in the school system.
Just a thought (I *hated* P.E. in middle school, but happily walked fifteen minutes to the school in the morning and again in the afternoon…makes me wonder.)
1. Onions are…the devil. I’m not allergic, but I would truly appreciate it if everyone would participate and act as though I am allergic to them/their smell/the way they look/the thought of ‘em. Please, and thank you.
2. When you depress your friends by moving, they might bake to feel a little better. This may not be much of a consolation prize, but it does taste so very good…
3. Fake tan stuff is messy. And difficult. But utterly fantastic for masking the pasty whiteness that comes from hibernating under a pile of Canadian snow for four months.
4. When the people you’re meeting up with at the restaurant say "I’m right here…by the front door…can’t you see me waving?" they are indeed at the same restaurant, merely at the wrong location. Oops. (Another downside to food chain-ness).
5. 9 in 10 statistics students put off learning the subject material until the last minute (okay, I actually learned this one today, Monday…but the source is so very important and reliable that I had to include it, no?)
6. When they say "oh it’s not bad at all…" about the smoking section of the restaurant, don’t believe ‘em. And when you go over and check it out and just how wrong they are becomes known, *don’t* be afraid to push for the non-smoking table you really want (thank you, Adam).
7. Sometimes there was more going on in someone’s troubled life than you knew. Hopefully you find this out once they’ve bounced back and are doing great again.
8. Don’t get angry at the ‘random’ guy who appears to be boxing you in on the left until you rule out for sure that you know him. (Sorree Lee…)
9. "Liquor before beer, you’re in the clear…Beer before Liquor…" is true for even a few sips.
10. I will never ever ever get over how much pasta the guys at Big Poppa’s pile onto one plate. Little Mama size…when the meat sweats start, it’s time to put the fork down and push the plate away…
It would appear that the Facebook bug has been fixed my whirlwind affair with ‘Harvard’ has ended.