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I arise in the morning torn between a desire to improve the world and a desire to enjoy the world. This makes it hard to plan the day. —E. B. White
I believe in sharing the road with other drivers. They can have the part behind me.
Bob's sister Hannah
Bob's sister Ada
Bob's sister Eve
Bob's sister Nan
Bob's brother Otto
A baby picture of Bob and his siblings (clockwise from upper left: Otto, Eve, Hannah, Ada, Bob, and Nan)
Bob's childhood home
Bob's mom and dad
Bob in his youth
Bob's Uncle Ralph and Aunt Edna
Bob's cousin Archibald
Bob's stepbrother Herbie (who really needs to quit smoking)
Bob's cousin Chester
Bob's Great Uncle Norbert and Great Aunt Phyllis
Bob's cousin Saffron (who will do anything for a drink)
Bob's sister-in-law Sybil
Bob's cousin Thorndike
Bob's brother-in-law Vinnie
Bob's cousin Orville, who loves the Green Bay Packers
Bob's nieces Lulu and Bitsy, the biker chicks
Bob's stepsister Eloise, with the twins, Rudy and Trudy
Bob's Uncle Henry and Aunt Rowena
Bob's niece Esmerelda (who likes to live dangerously)
Bob's Great Uncle Arthur up in Saskatchewan
Bob's cousin Louie, the grackle of grumpiness
Bob's nephew Virgil, who loves sports
Miss Screech, Bob's journalism teacher
Bob's second cousin Schlomo in Brooklyn
Bob's Uncle Seymour and Aunt Bernice
Bob's nephew Baxter
Nigel, Bob's pen pal in New Zealand
Bob's sister-in-law Delphine, who volunteers at the animal shelter
Percy the Pickpocket, Bob's third cousin once removed (the relative no one likes to talk about... every family has one)
The Bluebird of Happiness (no relation to Bob)
A pair of boobies (also no relation to Bob, but included for readers who desire titillation)
A pair of tits (in case the boobies were insufficiently titillating)
Bluebird Bitter™, the beer they named for Bob
Who don’t need no education? 😀 — Suzanne
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🙂
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Wee don’ need no steenkin’ Ed-you-kay-shun 😄😄😄
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But I do need better eyeglasses to put reblog intos into the correct boxes 😄😄😄
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Reblogged this on Chris The Story Reading Ape's Blog and commented:
Wee don’ need no steenkin’ Ed-you-kay-shun 😄😄😄
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Maybe not, but hiring an English major to check their spelling for them wouldn’t hurt. There are plenty of unemployed English majors around, so these folks have no excuse. 🙂
p.s. Thanks for reblogging. 😀
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Welcome BB 👍😃😄
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Come on BOB… The Chilren need a brake.
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Hey, I brake whenever I see chilren.
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I wood laff but it’s just to panefull.
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Life is full of pane, isn’t it?
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The teechers at my shcools — many yeers ago — speled bettor.
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Mine too, God rest there soles.
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Reblogged this on bibliopolity and commented:
Thanks again, bob. Verry educationel.
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Thank you for reblogging. 🙂
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Re: “Got Spirt” and the cheerleaders. Way back in high school I had a friend who painted the Mustang banner every week during football season for the games. I learned from her that when creating a large banner or mural the artist must constantly step back or must have someone sitting far enough back to view the entire canvas.
For some reason, most folks brains have a hard time working on a large item while standing right next to it. This was considered why teachers tend to make certain errors when standing close to the blackboard (hey what’s that??) or the whiteboard. Now some people don’t have this problem. For instance, the sidwalk artist who paints those realistic scenes on the sidewalk or street. Obviously, he’s not flying up to get a different perspective on his drawing.
So she told me about this and I just filed it away as hmmmmmmmm…, maybe. Then, later in life I started teaching discrete math on the white board. Every once in a while someone in the back row would raise their hand and ask me, “Is that really what you meant to write up there?”. I would step back from the board and think, ok, I’m an idiot. Erase and start over. Very enlightening. So I learned something from the cheerleaders.
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I hear you — I always have to step back from things to get the big picture. 🙂
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The elementary school I attended was named Randol, but there was another elementary school in the north side of town named Randall. This led to a lot of confusion.
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That would be very confusing. Seems to show a lack of imagination as well. 🙂
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[…] I can’t brain today, I have the dumb — bored of education edition […]
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Thank you for the link. ❤
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Maybe a neigHOBOrhood is place where itinerant tramps hang out?
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Hmmm… you may be right.
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[…] I can’t brain today, I have the dumb — bored of education edition […]
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Thank you for the link. 🙂
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