Cheery.

TLo starts the first grade in three weeks.  She is absolutely dying to be a cheerleader.

Yes.  You heard me.  We live in Texas.  They start cheerleading in the first grade. 

Actually, to be honest, they start much earlier than that... I think at 3 or 4.  It is totally ridiculous.

Now, I know all the song and dance about how cheerleading is really a sport and it's good for coordination and self-esteem and, you know, whatever.  But I just can't quite get behind the whole cheerleading 6-year-olds thing.

Unless maybe they were planning on doing my all-time-favorite cheer:

"U-G-L-Y
You ain't got no alibi
You ugly
yeah yeah
You ugly"

I don't think they'll let six-year-olds do cheers from R-rated B-movies.  Right?  Oh well.

‘Ey Up.

 

It's National Yorkshire Day. 

In, uh, Yorkshire.

Aye.   

‘Ee by gum. 

Nowt queer as folk. 

Etc. Etc. Etc.  (please insert your own clichéd-yet-unintelligible Yorkshire phrase here)

The First One’s Free

Hey.  Pssst.  Hey, you.  Yeah, you.  You wasting time at work/home/in-the-car reading blogs about sewing.  You know you are.  I’ve got something for you. 

Big In Japan finally posted something on her blog.

You’ll like it.  You can try it for free, man.

 

Yes.  I am implying that sewing blogs are like illicit recreational pharmaceuticals.

Oh please, don’t even try to deny it.