Comments on: pasty day

By: badassdadblog

badassdadblog — Thu, 31 Dec 2009 16:39:24 +0000

@Stephanie, I TOTALLY remember the song. I also remember a rhyming chant about one of the teachers and the principal, but the only part I can only come up with the second half: “Mr. Grewer wants to screw ‘er.” What was the beginning of that?

Nice “seeing” you here and on Facebook, too.

By: Stephanie Clemo Hanna

Stephanie Clemo Hanna — Tue, 29 Dec 2009 05:13:11 +0000

I TOTALLY remember Pasty day. In fact my husband and I were just having a similar conversation the other day about how we got to leave Hennessy’s campus on certain Fridays to get pasties, and I too could not remember if we were chapperoned.
BTW: I only remembered how to spell Hennessy from the song the principal wrote: H-E-Double N-E-S-S-Y spells Hennessy, Hennessy. It’s the school that’s number one cuz we’re having lots of fun, it’s Hennessy for me!

It’s great seeing what you’re up to on Facebook. Keep up the great writing…and running.
Stephanie

By: mamikaze

mamikaze — Wed, 16 Dec 2009 18:53:16 +0000

that is so cool that you got to go to a shop for lunch in second grade! I love pasties but have never tried to make them. now I have another “winter break keep the kids busy” project.
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By: Liz@thisfullhouse

Liz@thisfullhouse — Tue, 15 Dec 2009 15:59:11 +0000

Yeah, Sweeney Todd pretty much ruined any chance of buying a pastie, anytime soon. Still, I found your post very comforting and, since my 10 year-old son eats ketchup with pretty much everything (even with his mashed potatoes and on his macaroni and cheese) I’d try it, at least once.
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By: Kellee

Kellee — Tue, 15 Dec 2009 15:45:41 +0000

Ohhhhhhhh, I LOOOOVE me some pasties. At some point during my youth my mother became the health Nazi, so school was the only time when I was occasionally able to have fries, or pizza, or a candy bar. I still find that overly restrictive mentality to be counter productive. Just ask my ass. Rather than instilling me with good habits, all she did was make me obsessed with the yummy foods I was never allowed to have. How about a littler moderation? Would have done me, and my ass, wonders.
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By: Hilly

Hilly — Tue, 15 Dec 2009 14:27:28 +0000

I wish my school lunch memories were as awesome as getting meat pies! When I was in high school, we got to leave for McDonalds and that was pretty damned rad.
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