Seriously? Sarah Palin delivered cookies to a school in PA that is considering implementing a reduced sweets policy. Is she really that stupid?? She remarked that it is not government's place to be involved in school nutrition- that it is up to the parents to determine what their kids get to eat. Ummm, yeah, this kind of thinking is what has contributed to America being the fattest (most unhealthy) nation in the world. Get a clue Sarah. You, above all others, should know that it takes a village. Today's parents are too busy, either by necessity or by choice, to be the Cleavers. And, the small percentage parents who are able to well-monitor and control their children's nutrition, must certainly appreciate schools who support their efforts with "healthy school foods." Again Sarah, you, of all people, should recognize this. Hello, Bristol-teen-mom. So, here is what I think. Spend less time playing devil's advocate with a school system which is, clearly, attempting to do right by their students and start focusing more on your own children. Isn't Bristol a little young to be frolicking about in skimpy outfits on a show like Dancing with the Stars? Or, have you just given up on Bristol's reputation anyway? And, why are you in the audience instead of home with your own children (and Bristol's) being sure that they are eating nutritionally? And, exactly HOW are you monitoring your children's caloric and fat intake while filming your new reality show? How about we applaud the school in PA for their efforts? Why don't we support the efforts and consider them a model-school rather than fatten their kids up with Sarah's cookies?
Sorry, Sarah, this was an epic FAIL.
I am pet-sitting Rocky the rambunctious lab and Callie the calico kitten until Friday. Here is the thing about pet-sitting: Even when paid for it, if you are doing it in your own house, it sucks. Rocky likes to chase my
I have wine bottles soaking in the sink. I have two orders for painted bottles, which I have to fill in time for Thanksgiving. I have to soak the labels off of the bottles and then scrub the bottles with Goo Gone. This is my least favorite part of the painted bottle process, but it is necessary, so I do it.
I really feel as though my recent forced retirement has matured me. I've noted the following changes in myself since forced-retirement:
- I wear slippers. I never used to but now I do. I even have two pairs and alternate them. Worse yet, I am considering buying another pair.
- I use my crock-pot at least once a week. I am home, I have time to cook, but I am using my crock-pot.
- I rarely think, "keg party!" when I see red solo cups. Instead, I think of family parties and Bunco. Wtf?
- I've stopped going places because the price of gas is high.
- I took Melanie to open a bank account yesterday rather than telling her to find a new hiding place for her cash. (And, I've done other responsible, parental things, too.)
I am trying not to let this maturing thing get me down.
We have a new Super Walmart in Cortland. I can't stand it. Within days of opening, they raised their grocery prices! I miss the smaller Walmart store and their well-stocked shelves. This new "Super" Walmart offers more food but less of EVERYTHING else and their shelves are seldom well-stocked. Forget having a good selection of beauty products. The cold, concrete floors and miles of checkouts are warehouse-like and a far cry from the first Super Walmart stores I experienced years ago while vacationing in the south.
Well, this is it for my refried thoughts until next Refried Wednesday.
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