tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-44153327583799894.post7204629571293705757..comments2023-04-28T07:40:16.827-05:00Comments on Unbagging the Cats 1: The Salad Days of Sidestream SmokeValhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13025832536749983018noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-44153327583799894.post-27758348265541022692011-12-16T19:06:48.836-06:002011-12-16T19:06:48.836-06:00Becky,
Maybe you can bottle that as a retro cologn...Becky,<br />Maybe you can bottle that as a retro cologne. Kramer had the idea for The Beach. Dead fish, seaweed and all. Good enough for Calvin Klein to steal it. Now it's your turn.<br /><br />**********<br />Kathy,<br />Ah...good times. Now schools even ban firearms from the grounds. Can you believe it? The price of progress.Valhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13025832536749983018noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-44153327583799894.post-85946553911294434402011-12-16T13:13:22.022-06:002011-12-16T13:13:22.022-06:00I once substituted for occasional monies, way back...I once substituted for occasional monies, way back when. The lounge was always standing room only with lots of ashtrays and smokers. It was a long time agoKathy's Klotheslinehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17881966393157941515noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-44153327583799894.post-45007479288939304912011-12-15T22:54:20.677-06:002011-12-15T22:54:20.677-06:00Gosh, all the rules, laws, and political correctne...Gosh, all the rules, laws, and political correctness have taken all the fun out of EVERYTHING! I used to love smelling my clothes when I came home from a nightclub....Ahhh, cigarette smoke odor! :DBECKYhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15184458949017900541noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-44153327583799894.post-90389239692303335752011-12-15T20:08:21.732-06:002011-12-15T20:08:21.732-06:00Bailey,
No jacket. You might get a school shirt to...Bailey,<br />No jacket. You might get a school shirt to wear on rare designated days. Catch-phrases, yes. But they are not for public consumption. <br /><br />*******************<br />Linda,<br />We eat lunch with the kids. At one school, we had to sit at a table with our class! At another, we had duty-free lunch, and convened in a small attic room to recharge for the afternoon.Valhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13025832536749983018noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-44153327583799894.post-88618759423351876852011-12-15T06:41:33.372-06:002011-12-15T06:41:33.372-06:00Teachers Lounge, isn't that an oxymoron? It wa...Teachers Lounge, isn't that an oxymoron? It was a cool concept when we were establishing the small school a which I work. We even imagined a small sofa for when or headaches from little Johnny or Janie made us want to lie down. ha! It is a junk room with barely enough seating for lunch. Oh but I do remember when.Linda O'Connellhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15982895073903619018noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-44153327583799894.post-66725157521414900792011-12-14T23:27:40.150-06:002011-12-14T23:27:40.150-06:00So...this is what I have to look forward to? Huh. ...So...this is what I have to look forward to? Huh. I was kinda hoping I'd get a jacket, like the Pink Ladies, and have catch-phrases that the not-as-cool people wouldn't understand. Of course, I also hope that one day I'll be able to fly and/or apparate of my own will power. *flash* *whirr* Yep. One day. One day.Bailey Hammondhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12438805090275443619noreply@blogger.com