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Happy 101st Birthday Beverly Cleary

Congratulations Mrs. Cleary!
Ten things I learned from Ramona the Pest:

1. Henry Huggins can help you out and thats okay. Sure you walked into the mud puddle and got stuck and lost your boots, and you Don't. Need. Help. but actually it is alright if you do.

2. Attack should mean to stick tacks in people. It should, and words should mean what they say. And I should mean what I say too.

3. Ramona would not tolerate her sister's friend treating her like a baby. Being talked down to is never alright.

4. If everyone is dressed as a witch, carry a name tag. Letting people know who you are is fine.

5. Sit here for the present. The core of me feels I should be rewarded for simply doing what I have been asked. I want the present for sitting, standing, taking care of the baby, and doing the dishes. In truth I have received my reward.

6. Dawnzer Lee Light. Yep. I think I know what I am talking about far more than I actually do.

7. There is a mush pot and we all end up there sometimes. But eventually the game ends and we do get to go home.

8. Ramona was a Kindergarten drop out and her parents just rolled with it. I respect this move of her mom tremendously and I hope I love my kid enough to let him suffer the consequences of his decisions.

9. Ramona felt awful about dropping out of Kindergarten. She should have. Its okay to feel terrible.

10. Do not compromise, negotiate. She was not going to cut that ribbon to share it with Howie so they talked it out and she got a two wheeler out of the deal. Boss.


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