You may have heard that this was the first year that you couldn’t smoke along the Rose Parade route.
Let’s face it…How is the ordinary nicotine-consuming mortal to endure a 2-hour parade without regular infusion of that calming influence? Especially if you’ve brought your squirmy youngsters out for some Quality Family Time.
There are a host of other Rose Parade rules, like no tents, sofas or ladders and no bonfires. There’s always a sofa or two left behind after the parade (though it seems not as many as there used to be). Of course people bring ladders and watch the parade from them. I gathered some pretty decent, gently used firewood after the parade (I’m now in the market for kindling to go with it).
Forget smoking—the real scofflaws of the Rose Parade are the kids (some even adult-aged) with the Silly String.
The photo below is cropped to protect the identity of the parent who was aiding and abetting this Silly String abomination:
Note disgusting Silly String all over the street. Each can is 75% propellant.
I don’t like when the emPHAsis gets put on the wrong syLAble. I say let the smokers smoke, but crack down on the Silly String. Better yet, take it away from the kiddies and tell them that it is needed for the war effort.
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I’ve got an out-of-town house guest fast approaching, so I need to work on the house. (Read: I’d rather blog, but even the Baby Jesus’ manger was more orderly than my abode.)
But I couldn’t leave you hanging without a laugh. No Luck for Levi Johnston will make you smile, no matter what your political persuasion. If I’ve learned anything in the ’08 election season, it’s that political humor is funnier if you’re on the ‘winning’ side.
No wonder so many of us haven’t smiled in 8 years.
West Coast Grrlie Blather 
I don’t know. That USC guy still really bugs me.
Mr USC gives me the creeps. Reminds me of a frat boy who once tried to knock me upside the head with a twenty pound ashtray. Despite him, I still retain a fondness for second hand smoke.
I sense envy among the masses already this early in the year.
PA, I retain a fondness for 2nd paw campfire smoke.
Those darned kids and their Silly String, excuse me, [I said GET OFF THE SHED!] like I says those darn kids and their [GET DOWN! OFF THE SHED!] like I says to those darn neighbor kids [SHED! DOWN NOW!] I says don’t use the lime green, pink, or blue… those colors leave a stain and [DON’T MAKE ME COME OUT THERE] bye gotta go.
We give out a lot of citations every year, but there’s no way we can have police officers and code compliance officers on every block on both sides of the street.
This was the first year we cited for smoking on the parade route.
Happy New Year, Kelly!
This explains those funny stripes on my jeans.
Kelly, you should have left the parents face in, just like you did with the smoker. What’s taken on public streets, especially if potentially newsworthy is fair game. Of course I have testosterone issues and would do the photo and then ask them wtf and point out the error of their ways. Nothing would change but I do get the odd post out of those ‘tards.
http://la.metblogs.com/2007/07/16/parking-tard-named-richard/
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