In honor of our heroic field staff,

This is a special post dedicated to recognizing our field staff and their harrowing experiences and accomplishments…or at the very least, what ever it is they do.

*Poor little tender tush and her noble chauffer, who have learned the beauty of the saying “3 steps back 1 step forward”…perhaps that’s not quite how it goes…but so it goes for them.

*Blueberry and Mushroom who have much to say about the weather rock and reportedly suffer greatly from deep thoughts.

*The silly sisters who have gallantly suffered finger-smashing hammers, which, much to their dismay, don’t always leave a mark.

*The middle child and the youngest child, who have lived through (without tears) staples that do, in fact, go into fingers…and get stuck.

*The demolition child and her accomplice wrecker, who heroically dodge all evil attempts that gravity pulls to toss them from their precarious and rather awkward ladder’s.

*Clumsy and dumbsy who suffer greatly from (but with only mild complaining and wailing) hook blades and evil tractors.



All this our heroic field team gallantly brave and more…for something to blog about.

So the big question we here at the newsy offices have for our dear field editors is, WHERE ARE THE STORIES??


And if any of you dare blame it on that poor one eyed mutt…