The laughable result of driving oneself everywhere with the window down: I looked at my arms yesterday and noticed that my left is a distinct shade browner than my right. So much for that even tan.
Okay, my fellow Children of the 80s, I was thinking about some of the indoctrination we received from the public school system when we were knee-high to a grasshopper (I'm not referring to it in a negative light, by the way), and wondered if it was uniform and nation-wide, or specific to certain regions. I'm planning a post on the issue, sharing my memories of those happy days, but I wanted to take a brief poll first:
When I hear "3 Rs," I think of one (well, three) thing(s). Do you? What are they?
(If no one responds in a couple of days, I'll give a hint.)
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I know the thing(s) to which "the 3 Rs" refers, but I didn't learn it from my public school (which was in Lancaster, PA) -- I learned it in a rhyme, probably from my mom, or maybe from one of her friends or relatives. I'm sure it wasn't in school, though. I suspect that no teachers want to explain why only ONE of the 3 Rs was actually an R word.
ehm. Reading, (w)riting and (a)rithmatic. Are those the same ones you were thinking? I would assume so. I believe that I did at least hear this phrase in school, however, I can't recall if it was where I LEARNED about it. Like Beth, I probably heard it in a rhyme. That rithmatic always got me. Damn rithmatic...
Reduce, Reuse, Recycle was the first thing to come to mind. :)
You got it, SG!
I found myself quoting it to Boss-Man this afternoon when I asked him if he'd thrown his coffee cup away.
"No, not yet," he said.
"Oh good, give it here," I said. "I reduce, reuse and recycle whenever I can."
He looked at me, puzzled, and I had to explain to him that Ronald MacDonald had come to sing to us about it when I was in third grade.
"Um, I'm a child of the 80s," I said. "We were, um...well schooled by our public school system."
"And I thought the Nazis were bad," he said.
"You just don't get it," I told him.
YES!!! I was right!
That was drilled into my head. It's as firmly planted in there as stop, drop, and roll, or Just Say No!
i didn't learn that in school, but there's a somewhat annoying jack johnson song about it.
I just grabbed aziploc bag from Hannah yesterday and said, "No!!! It's clean! Don't throw it out. We can reuse it!"
But I suspect I'm just cheap...
Ah, you've got a textbook case of Road-trip Arm. Don't worry; we've caught it early enough in the summer that there's time to even it out.
When I lived close enough to the beach to maintain a daily surfing ritual, I carried an absolutely ridiculous tan throughout the winters. Because the surf is so great in the winter, but the water so numbingly cold, I spent enough time wearing a wetsuit in the sun that my face, hands and feet turned a rich Peruvian brown while the rest of me remained its natural white. When I wore my normal clothes it looked as though I was wearing kid gloves and a nylon stocking over my head.
It wasn't a great look.
It's a good thing I read this comment after work hours, because it made me laugh in a way that definitely didn't sound like I was proofreading interrogatories.
I don't know - maybe this could be a brand new trend, the reversed Sock Monkey Look, perhaps, or the Human Seal-Point Siamese.
But the unorthodox appearance was counteracted by the experience of daily surfing, I'm sure! Was it too hot for turtlenecks?
The heat notwithstanding, I think an awkward tan coupled with a turtleneck would make me look a bit too much like Ron Burgundy on a date.
Not a good look, either.
Plus, I'd have to learn jazz flute.
(Curse the lack of the ability to edit typos!)
LOL! If there were ONE improvement I could suggest to Blogger, that would be it. The power of editing should never be stemmed.
Typos notwithstanding, I think you give the poor turtleneck far too little credit. Put to good use, it hides a lot of skin, and looks wonderful on men and women alike. (I LOVE winter sweaters.)
Though nobody wants to look like Ron Burgundy. Unless one IS Ron Burgundy. But maybe even he doesn't want to look like Ron Burgundy.
Well, I DO love a thick, rugged cable-knit sweater, and I'll be the first to admit I've never given the turtleneck a fair shake.
But, unless I'm on the deck of a 40-foot sloop casting off in a storm, a turtleneck just doesn't strike me as beach-wear. It's very Hemingway.
Also, I think Ron Burgundy rather enjoys looking like Ron Burgundy.
VERY Hemingway. No, I wouldn't recommend the turtleneck as beachwear; I was thinking, though, that the presence of a *hrm* uneven tan at a wintery dinner part might be mitigated somewhat by a nice, thick, rugged, cable-knit turtleneck.
Mmm. Sweaters.
I suppose Ron Burgundy would enjoy his Ron Burgundiness. It's very, ehm, distinctive.
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