When I was young, I wanted to be Mighty Mouse, a super hero to save the world. Then I wanted to be a doctor saving lives in mosquito infected jungles. Then I wanted to write the world’s greatest novel. Now I’ll settle for dying with all my original parts still on.
You are never safer than when….
… you are sleeping on your Aaka’s back in a world full of gentle snow and more love than you ever imagined could exist.
Happy 2010
For those of you wondering how an almost famous columnist spends her glamorous new year’s eve, here’s the scoop. I spent it in bed with a sixty pound dog trying to burrow through my belly button into my intestines where she was sure she would finally find safety from the loud scary bangs that just wouldn’t stop.
I should have started drinking much earlier.
In answer to those inquiries
There are apparently some who wonder, in reference to yesterday’s entry, what I’m doing watching sleazy entertainment news shows. I can only say that when you are feeding and cleaning six birds and feeding and medicating two dogs every day, you need something mindless in the background. For mindless I had two choices… big mouth idiots like Limbaugh and Beck or inanely insipid entertainment news. I chose the lesser of two evils.
The Jersey Shore
Just when I think civilization has reached its nadir, cable TV comes along with a program that proves we have even farther to fall. In this case, it’s a show called The Jersey Shore. I’ve never actually watched the show and wouldn’t have known of its existence were it not for the fact that one of the people in it punched a woman out on camera. I know this because the cable channel… showing the good taste for which cable is known… pulled the spot before it showed. But not before making sure every sleazy entertainment news show had the
Family calls
Calling family over the holidays is one of the ways to be very strongly reminded that no matter how far you go, you can never escape your genes. Sigh….
I find this amazing
Even as most people lie spent and exhausted due to their frenzied shopping over-indulgence on Christmas, the paper arrives already full of after Christmas sales. We have truly sold our souls to commerce.
I can only hope they weren’t looking
My contribution to the Christmas feasts to which I was invited consisted of making an antipasto and making my nonna’s sweet bread.
Since it’s hard to find all the stuff to make an antipasto from scratch here in Alaska, I went to a store and bought everything from their antipasto bar. I can only pray my father was not looking down from heaven and watching me because I know I’ve shamed him by my actions.
While making my nonna’s sweetbread, I had a brilliant impulse to put pecans in it. It wasn’t until the bread was rising that I realized
Happy Holidays
I wished someone a happy holiday a few days ago. She looked at me and said, “No, not happy holidays. Merry Christmas”.
Well, no. Not Merry Christmas unless you are Christian. So let me reiterate my wish to ALL my friends whether they celebrate Christmas, Hannukah, Kwaanza or Saturnalia….
Happy Holidays.
Our gal Temporary Sal’s visor problem
I can understand Sarah Palin blacking out McCain’s name on her visor in order to achieve some privacy on vacation. What I can’t understand is why someone who just made millions on a book she almost wrote didn’t just buy a new visor. Seriously, how much would that have set her back?
As I pondered this dilemma, it occurred to me that the problem here was not any stinginess on the part of our gal Temporary Sal. No, the problem here is that Sal lived in Alaska too long to throw anything out. And I’m not sure there is anyway