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		<title>Kids and Super Bowl XLV</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 09 Jan 2012 20:22:07 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[How we conduct ourselves in the aftermath of our games,  plays to our character. A good coach understands the strengths and weaknesses of each player. So does a good parent or teacher. <a href="http://www.wocto.com/ilostmysockblog/?p=46">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a>]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>After several weekends of playoff games there is both elation and disappointment in the air as the Lombardi trophy is awarded.  I extend a virtual hand and congratulate MVP Eli Manning and the New York Giants for  their competitive Super Bowl XLV win today. Their game against Tom Brady and the New England Patriots was close and exciting. My home team&#8211;The Chargers—after giving us a one heck of a ride in December&#8211;came up short  and missed the playoffs altogether. Consequently, local football fans were actually able to relax during the playoffs and this ultimate competition without throwing something at the TV.  For the losers today, it was often a case of the throw that got away.  Sometimes things turns on a dime.  Thus is the beauty of football and other sports, as well as the myriad games we play in life.  No matter how skilled we are, or how prepared, sometimes it comes down to a doink on a helmet, a blown whistle, an askew lace, a gust of wind, the twelfth man, or perhaps someone&#8217;s secret talisman.  Revealing, will be the sport message boards and blogs on both the winning and losing sides of the NFL tonight.  These will be, presumably, written by adults.  The range of emotions displayed will give one pause for thought —from bitter vitriol, name calling, tears, tantrums, blame, and gloating, to genuine congratulations and hope-springs-eternal for the next season!   I’m sure fans will eventually return to some stable equilibrium whether next week or next season! Tomorrow morning children will be returning to school after being exposed to this range of emotion.  What we teach them about winning and losing, is playing itself out in cyberspace tonight. Kids have picked up the fact that winning is exhilarating from nearly every aspect of our society, but need roll models to learn that it’s tolerable (however unpleasant)  to lose! How we conduct ourselves in the aftermath of our games,  plays to our character. A good coach understands the strengths and weaknesses of each player. So does a good parent or teacher.  One of my all-time favorite cartoons by Roz Chast,  addressed the collective angst of the home team in a New Yorker cartoon a number of years ago. “It’s our fault,” resonated the players, the ump, the fans. The caption: “<em>Guilt Day at Shea Stadium</em>.”  (It&#8217;s in her  book THEORIES OF EVERYTHING Selected, Collected, Health-Inspected Cartoons 1978-2006 By Roz Chast. Check it out)   As great as it must feel to be a world champion, I still believe the journey is a big part of the reward. </p>
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		<title>If Kids Ran for President</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 03 Jan 2012 22:43:40 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[You have to know lots of magic tricks to be president. <a href="http://www.wocto.com/ilostmysockblog/?p=39">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a>]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><div id="attachment_51" class="wp-caption alignleft" style="width: 310px"><a href="http://www.wocto.com/ilostmysockblog/wp-content/uploads/2012/01/Magic.jpg"><img src="http://www.wocto.com/ilostmysockblog/wp-content/uploads/2012/01/Magic-300x200.jpg" alt="" title="Magic" width="300" height="200" class="size-medium wp-image-51" /></a><p class="wp-caption-text">Magic</p></div>It’s that time again. The 2012 Republican Primaries are upon us. You can’t turn on the news, the radio or a late night comedy show without hearing something about the Republican presidential candidates competing for the nomination.  You better believe that kids are listening too.  What are they thinking?  Politicians pay attention!<br />
Lin Jakary, (author of <em>I Lost My Sock</em>, and <em>The Jakry Kids: Curiosity Shop</em>)  asks kids the intrepid question:</p>
<p>If you wanted to be president, how would you get people<br />
to vote for you?       </p>
<p>Colin M.<br />
Age 5<br />
Future Policeman</p>
<p><em>You have to know lots of magic tricks to be president.  I know how to make magic. I know how to take a bunny and I put it in a box and slide it out and make it disappear.  I can make him come back.   I can put a ball into a big black box, it’s plastic and it doesn’t break.  I say magic words and make it disappear. I can make it come back.  I got a big thing with flowers on top, you pull part of it, and the whole thing goes whap, and it falls down. I guess I’d have to learn a few more tricks to be president.</em></p>
<p>Carrie W.<br />
Age 5<br />
Future Brain Doctor</p>
<p><em>First, I’d win three gold medals so my name would already be in the<br />
paper.  Then I’d tell people that if you were really a poor person, you could go into any restaurant and say, “I’m poor,” and they’d have to say, “Okay, go on in, it’s free.”  I’d drive around the country and talk to people so they could see that I was a nice person and that I could treat them good and give them things that they need.  I’d change a few of the rules and make a few new ones to make life better.  Don’t throw sticks and stones at people.  Don’t shoot cowboys. Don’t catch Garibaldis. They want to stay in their homes just like you do.</em></p>
<p>Kevin W.<br />
Age 4<br />
Future Policeman</p>
<p><em>I’d go on a loudspeaker and talk through it and stuff, and tell people what my name is.  I’d fight a war, and whoever won would get the country or something.  So I guess I’d just win.  Like the time England wanted to be California. There was a war with bombs and airplanes and stuff.  The rule is: whoever wins it gets it, and gets to keep the name they want.  That’s why our name is California. I’d make a lot, a lot of promises.  I’d tell people if they saw those round things—what do you call them—flying saucers&#8211; I’d tell them not to be afraid. Hey,<br />
I’m really a nice guy.</em></p>
<p>Rusty D.<br />
Age 6<br />
Future Actor</p>
<p><em>Well, first I’d be on a game show.  When I become very famous and win all the money, I’d just slip into the election.  I’d always appear on television.  Do you know what I’d do?  I’d just tell the newspapermen, “I want to be President of the United States.”  They’d just write it down and just deliver it. So in the paper the next day it says, “Rusty D. wants to be President of the United States.”<br />
It might say U.S.A., you know, you can abbreviate it like that.  Actually, it would appear big.  They may have a different bigger name right across the top of the paper, but mine would be right up there. People would know me.   </em></p>
<p>Claire V.<br />
Age 7<br />
Future Model</p>
<p><em>I’d do favors for them, like say if I was in the White House and I was going to the Laundromat and my neighbor needed her laundry done too, I’d take it for her.  When you’re a woman, it’s best to be on television with a bunch of judges with a bunch of those hammer things.  They’d be banging them one at a time and saying, “Vote for Claire.”  Each one would make a speech or me.  Then I’d get up<br />
and say, “Vote for me, don’t vote for George Washington or Ronald Reagan, or whoever’s president now.”  I’d promise I wouldn’t send anyone to the dungeon.</em></p>
<p>Sara S.<br />
Age 8<br />
Future Paleontologist</p>
<p><em>Who wants this and who wants that?  Who wants a golden ring and who wants a silver necklace?  I’d talk to them on a television movie.<br />
I’d say, “Today, some people dug up some very special fossils.  Now I’m going to give them to someone else, so please call our phone number this instant.  If they wanted the fossils they could call up and get them.  I‘d give away things that I got tired of.  I’d say,<br />
“Unfortunately, there is another president fighting against me.  He’s asking the people for gold, silver, copper and all the riches in the land.  It makes people greedy. Sara S. wants to be president, and she deserves it!” </em></p>
<p>Aisha H.<br />
Age 7<br />
Future Ballerina</p>
<p><em>Probably by being nice and letting some people work half day.  If they needed to work all day, they could.  I’d take a train and go around to different states.  This is sort of funny:  I’d throw cigars out to the men first, and then I’d make my speech, I’d say, “Hi, I’m Aisha H. I’d like to be president and you would get paid for working half a day.  I’ll be a nice president. I’d also make some rules in restaurants like, “You can’t smoke in this area, but you can in this other area, and here’s an area where you can have a birthday party.”   Being a president wouldn’t be fun.  I’d like to be a ballerina.</em></p>
<p>Brian W.<br />
Age 8<br />
Future Artist</p>
<p><em>I’d go up to their door and say, “Who you going to vote for?” I’d tell them, “I’m Brian W., and I’m going to be on stage to be voted for.” I’d give them a lot of money if they voted for me.  I’d do good things, like make the stores not have their items for very much money.  You know, especially food and stuff.  Food and art stuff&#8211;glue, paints—they cost too much money now.  I’d let people go on trips whenever they wanted and it wouldn’t cost them any money.  I’d say, “I’d be a better president.”</em></p>
<p>Charlie A.<br />
Age 7<br />
Future Fireman</p>
<p><em>I’d try to impress them, show them what I could do—that I could be a good president. That’s a hard question. I’d give speeches. I’d drive…no, I guess I’d fly around; be on television. I’d be kind.  I could help people that were really poor.  I’d go around to meet people and I’d shake their hands.  I’m not sure what I’d say, something like, “I am Charlie A.  I can be a good president for this country, and will you vote for me…please?”  Something like that.</em></p>
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		<title>Hello World!</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 15 Jan 2011 23:56:39 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[So that’s how my editor’s new baby came into the world—under a blanket of stars, to a symphony of crickets, and a flicker of fireflies! <a href="http://www.wocto.com/ilostmysockblog/?p=1">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a>]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>This is my first blog.  I’m Lin Jakary, children’s book author.  <em>I Lost My Sock</em>, and <em>Jakry Kids: Curiosity Shop</em> are two of my published books.  More are in the works. I have a wonderful editor.  I thought she was great before, but now I’m even more impressed.   Last Sunday she had a baby.  I know, if you are reading this, you might be thinking, “Whoop de-do, I was born too.”  (or maybe you had quintuplets, in which case I admire your courage, and I hope you get to appear on Ellen, and get free diapers for life.)  Maybe some of you were even born at home to a soothing Mozart concerto.  However, I bet you weren’t born on the front lawn of your home.  Yes, my always prepared, ever-detailed editor, a perfectionist, right down to dashes and hyphens&#8211;rushed around looking for her flip-flops, trying to get out the door.  With her husband in the car. engine revving, she got as far as the sidewalk, when it became apparent this baby wasn’t going to be born in the hospital, and there was no turning back.  Babies have a way of arriving on their own time.  Everyone stayed calm, and they improvised the best they could, off the concrete, onto the lawn. <div id="attachment_15" class="wp-caption alignleft" style="width: 261px"><a href="http://www.wocto.com/ilostmysockblog/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/MaeveNewbie.jpeg"><img src="http://www.wocto.com/ilostmysockblog/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/MaeveNewbie-251x300.jpg" alt="" title="Hello World" width="251" height="300" class="size-medium wp-image-15" /></a><p class="wp-caption-text">Hello World</p></div>  (never mind that they were also shooing away mosquitoes) In the end, mother, child and daddy were just fine.  I love stories with twists and turns, where everything works out. So, congratulations little Maeve for making a grand entrance.  I hope that some day you’ll think your mom is as brave and as cool as I do! </p>
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