The Little Rock School District has recently issued a dress code for its teachers. That they deemed such a code necessary was a bit sad. You wouldn't think teachers would need such rules. Regardless, the guide lines I found amusing.
The new guidelines ban flip flops, jeans, miniskirts and requires teachers to wear underwear, bras and not show belly-skin. Yes you read that right--they must wear underwear.
Ok, those are fairly reasonable demands except the underwear thingy. One can possibly assume that there was a Sharon Stone,"Basic Instincts," episode of leg un-crossing which exposed a teacher's nether regions. That would account for the need to impose that rule.
However, I am a bit curious as to how that code will be monitored and enforced. The bra and belly skin should be an easy visual check, but the underwear checking?? Possibly a job for Bob Filner? The lecherous touchy feely, former San Diego mayor is looking for work and has experience.
The Twelve Stones by R J Johnson is a book I recently added to my Kindle for an unusual reason. Yes it has a really cool cover and an interesting premise for me. It is a futuristic, sci-fi fantasy with good reviews. However what reeled me in were three short sentences by the author. After the brief description of the book he writes---
*Note* "This is the second edition of The Twelve Stones. Edits have been made to address the typos mentioned in the reviews below. The book might still suck, but at least it sucks with 99% less typos"
Make me laugh and I am hooked. I can't really recommend the book as I haven't read it yet. It really climbed the free charts where I found it very quickly and has since graduated to the paid list. It is next on my list and I will let you know if it was worth the impulse grab.
A WAYWARD FRUIT
I had my Butternut squash recently climb my large Forsythia but when I tried to relocate it to the ground, the vine broke. I had to ripen that squash off the vine. It still tasted OK but not the best. Rather supermarket-ish. So I will leave the cantaloupe alone for now.
By the way if you have the room (the vines love to wander) and like that fruit, try growing cantaloupe next year. Easy to grow, makes its own attractive ground cover and produces lots of fruit unlike anything you can get in the market. Mine this year are so sweet and flavorful that I actually moan with pleasure with each bite. I can't remember a time food made me moan. Normally I share my surplus, but not these. I am hoarding my bounty.
That's all folks.