Trying to give a family health history is always a challenge. In my family, the one thing we know for sure is that diabetes and heart disease are our personal choice by gene. Or, at least, we think they are. We know for sure about the diabetes because that’s been diagnosed multiple times. The heart thing is trickier. A lot of my relatives died by keeling over one day or by not waking up one morning. My family saw no reason for them to go to the hospital at that point because… well, they were dead. What use was a
The only difference
The only difference between our “Democratic” senator Mark Begich and our “Republican” senator Lisa Murkowski is how they spell their party’s name. Both belong to the same party, the party owned by the NRA. Their negative votes on background checks for gun purchasing is simply shameful. If they glanced around, they would find they are living in the pocket of the NRA and that is not where most Americans live nowadays. I hope the next time we vote in this state, we keep this in mind and vote for a candidate with some comprehension of gun violence that is not
Golden Eagle release
The young golden eagle that Bird TLC has held at the flight center since last fall is now ready to be released.
Please join us at Palmer Hay Flats Cottonwood Creek Trailhead this Saturday, April 20th at 12:30 pm to watch him return to his home in the sky.
In case of poor weather, we will reschedule for Sunday.
Seniors smoking pot
One of the reasons given for the switch in popular opinion from negative to positive on the legalization of pot comes from the fact that more and more senior citizens are using it. Now that the kids are grown and (mostly) out of the house, many are reverting to an amusement from our youth that we felt compelled to abandon when the kids were at home.
This change finally answers a question that has longed troubled me. If all the people in my generation who condemned pot and swore they never used it were telling the truth, then who were
Happy Birthday, Sippy
You are now 68 years old and I still don’t know where your nickname Sippy came from…. our childhood street perhaps? Mississippi Avenue? Who knows. I called you Fou Fou. Your friends called you Abendale… and who the hell knows what that ever meant… and mom and dad called you when they needed orders delivered for the store by whatever name got your attention at the moment. I don’t know about you, but my favorite was when mom would stutter our the beginning of all our names as she vainly searched for the right one and then finally, simply, said,
Isn’t it wrong?
Isn’t it wrong that at my advanced age I still look better than Lindsay Lohan?
I had a lazy day yesterday
I even gave myself permission to skip a Monday entry. Wow. The Salesians who taught me in childhood are cringing in horror in heaven at my laziness.
This is what happens when I go out of town
BuddhaBubba casts those pathetic eyes on the nearest soft touch and VOILA! Suddenly she has a pink fleece coat with bell to match on the off chance she ever actually touches feet to ground during a walk. It’s my understanding that rarely happens as she does pathetic so well that she gets carried everywhere. But now she will definitely look sharp and styling as she is transported in someone’s arms with that look of imperial disdain that says, “This is the life I was meant to live. All you other dogs can keep on sniffing each other’s butts if you
Santa does a face plant
I was brushing my teeth one morning when I turned around to see what the dogs were doing. This was what I saw through my bathroom door. One has to wonder what is holding him up? Negative gravity? Abs of steel? Either way, he looks kinda suicidal, don’t you think? Maybe he was just trying to hide from Carm…
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Damn!
Vegas won again. How does it keep doing that?
Meanwhile, retirement will again be pushed back while I search for more pennies in the couch cushions.