tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1818476943594955783.post4915423951179260576..comments2023-07-18T03:10:45.919-07:00Comments on It is what it is...: A Beanie baby . . .Rosemary Qhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04491289415279715164noreply@blogger.comBlogger9125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1818476943594955783.post-73885684998790390002008-07-27T22:23:00.000-07:002008-07-27T22:23:00.000-07:00Catholic school is everything it is portrayed to b...Catholic school is everything it is portrayed to be in movies and then some. It was fun too, and gives me great blogging material. <BR/><BR/>Those Nuns kept me in line and out of the prison line-up. Or so they told me . . . daily. :-)<BR/><BR/>I secretly loved wearing a uniform. The beanie, not so much.Rosemary Qhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04491289415279715164noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1818476943594955783.post-4951702500735475772008-07-27T21:57:00.000-07:002008-07-27T21:57:00.000-07:00You have officially made me scared of Catholic sch...You have officially made me scared of Catholic school! I guess it IS a little like they portray it in movies :)! You were a cutie in your uniform and uncomfortable hat though!Jennifer P.https://www.blogger.com/profile/03907178224086726030noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1818476943594955783.post-88281437516164554542008-07-27T21:02:00.000-07:002008-07-27T21:02:00.000-07:00the last part of that caught me off guard. Diet P...the last part of that caught me off guard. Diet Pepsi through the nose is not a happy feeling.Judy Schwartz Haley | CoffeeJitters.Nethttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03040475544263267089noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1818476943594955783.post-34141417908147062352008-07-27T03:30:00.000-07:002008-07-27T03:30:00.000-07:00:)rosie said it was a hat and so she put it on.now...:)<BR/>rosie said it was a hat and so she put it on.<BR/><BR/>now eric's saying....<BR/><BR/>WHERE THE HECKS THE TOILET PLUNGER GONE?!!!!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1818476943594955783.post-67598546729491711522008-07-27T00:48:00.000-07:002008-07-27T00:48:00.000-07:00At my school if we forgot our beanie or chapel vei...At my school if we forgot our beanie or chapel veil we had to fold up kleenex and wear that like a folded beanie. It was a triangle of paper hanging off the back of our heads. According to the nuns, it was imperative that we wear this folded up kleenex to show respect or God would force them to punish us. This almost makes sense as my mom cut my hair -and cut and cut and eventually it was sort of even or maybe she just gave up because there wasn't much left in some places. Obviously God couldn't stand how it looked either. Although how that tiny triangle hid any of my hair and disrespect is beyond me.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1818476943594955783.post-66852813040925755512008-07-26T16:15:00.000-07:002008-07-26T16:15:00.000-07:00Can anyone actually explain the logic for the bean...Can anyone actually explain the logic for the beanie's existence in the first place? Was is some kind of porthole that connected your chakra to the divine one?<BR/><BR/>Honestly, Rosemary, I don't know how you turned out so normal (and wonderful) with all of that insanity swirlling around you on a daily basis!!!Brandyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16708658135369302991noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1818476943594955783.post-63426660646695547772008-07-26T14:43:00.000-07:002008-07-26T14:43:00.000-07:00We never had to wear a Beanie or any other kind of...We never had to wear a Beanie or any other kind of hat when I went to Catholic school. Thank goodness. I despised wearing a skirt. I used to wear shorts under mine...so that when we played on the playground...we really could. Without boys making comments about our panties.<BR/><BR/>One day, I wore navy pants under my skirt. Not jean, slacks. But, I had to take them off...and then I still had playground issues...Keys to the Magic Travelhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15634829064005032831noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1818476943594955783.post-6253863863229481752008-07-26T14:29:00.000-07:002008-07-26T14:29:00.000-07:00That is some friggin' scary ass school you went to...That is some friggin' scary ass school you went to.Swirl Girlhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18241915723936809627noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1818476943594955783.post-91947322554546063332008-07-26T09:47:00.000-07:002008-07-26T09:47:00.000-07:00We had to wear a full beanie...think about a hot, ...We had to wear a full beanie...think about a hot, itchy, plaid BOWL on top of your head! One day my best friend, who was of Italian/Hawaiian descent and had more hair than you could shake a stick at, had enough. She folded hers in half and bobby pinned it to the very back of her head where you could barely see it and casually stood in line for Mass. When God didn't immediately strike her dead we all ran for the bathroom and pinned on our new 1/2 beanies! By 8th grade we progressed to folding them into 1/4's which resulted in a really weird,bulky plaid wedge hanging off the back of our heads but who cared? If you never turned your head no one was the wiser and you could finally look and feel COOL!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com