So this 4 year old named Kyle comes up to me on the playground and starts it.
'Knock-Knick"
"Who's there?"
"Boo!"
"Boo? Boo...Who?"
"Oh teacher Reeen, you don't have to cry- It's just a joke!"
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So, Happy Halloweenie!
The high schooler is hostessing a scary movie junk food boy- girl party tonight.
She has traded in her boyfriend "M" for a new one named "C". We shall see this "c" tonight.
I thought that "M" was pretty gosh darn cute though...

The littler one is going trick or treating with a pal from the old neighborhood...Hopefully, Pally's dad is shadowing them around since you all know I'm really not responsible enough to be left alone with a bunch of shrieking teenagers....
I didnt even like being around teenagers when I was one....

A nice Ratdog article that I think it was BQ or Beth R., who posted this link!
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From Leah Garchik's column:
"Gavin Newsom, mayor of all the people, turned up to share a few words with fuzzy-and-friendly rock 'n' rollers at a City Hall party last week celebrating the publication of "Jerry Garcia: The Collected Artwork." A show of Garcia's art is in the South Light Court until Friday; in the opposite Light Court, other works were auctioned to benefit ArtReach, which supports art programs in schools.

The mayor cited wisdom about Garcia -- "You don't want to be the best of the best; you want to be the only one to do what you do" -- and made a two-finger peace sign with Annabelle Garcia, one of three Garcia daughters at the event, when they posed for pictures. But he admitted -- in response to a question -- that he's never emulated Dead-chic, never grown a beard or long hair. He did, however, staff booths for Friends of the River and the Environmental Defense Fund outside several Dead shows.

Meanwhile, Mickey Hart (who wrote the introduction to the book), was getting ready for action with Rhythm Village, which had provided about 60 drums for anyone who fancied joining in. "I came here to out Jerry Garcia as a CIA operative," cracked Hart, who provided the soul of the event during the performance. Garcia had been his "best friend," he shouted over the din of drummers, while dancers hurled themselves about and Wavy Gravy blew bubbles.

Hart pulled Garcia's daughter Trixie to the front of the room and put a drumstick in her hand; the Rhythm Village leader was Gabriel Harris, son of Joan Baez and David Harris. When I picked up a drum to carry it across the room, not even beating it, I could feel it vibrating from the sound waves throbbing through the room. "Bring it home now," said Hart, and the music pounded, the women whirled, and the crowd brought it home."
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Have a great one!