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So any beautiful, toned, healthy bodies on TV. So many greasy, crispy potato chips in my bowl. The joy of being old is I feel no guilt at all in eating them. Let the young people bend in unbelievable fashion. I fold myself into my chair at night and that’s all the folding this old lady plans to do for the foreseeable future.

Do you think if we paid them enough money the Palin clan would simply go away and leave us all alone? Surely they could migrate somewhere – like wherever the hell Paris Hilton moved to – and give the rest of us a much needed break.

Because they beat hell out of most of the men with whom I once slept. Trust me on this. My choice in men vacillated between terrible and “oh my god he’s violently psychotic”.

There’s a reason I gave up dating a long time ago and it involved recognizing that the only men I found attractive were psychopathically damaged, thereby triggering my need to save them.

Quite frankly, I’m glad I switched to saving dogs.

Bristol Palin is returning to Dancing with the Stars. My world is now complete.

I think I may just have to go to bed, pull the covers over my head, and sob softly.

Civilization as we know it is crumbling before us.

Please come on up to the Bird TLC property off the Old Seward above Potter Marsh for our annual fund raising rummage sale (see previous entry for details). Not only are there wonderful education birds to be seen, but there is more stuff than you can possibly imagine for sale. Wonderful things. Marvelous things. Things none of us want to have to haul back to our building or to the dum… I mean, land fill.

So hurry while the bargains last. You can do all your Christmas shopping in one stop AND help our wonderful feathered friends of Alaska.

I met Carl Cassell this week. I win.

I went out for about ten minutes. When I returned Carm acted as though I’d been gone for hours. I hugged him and told him that I’d always return for as long as god allowed me to and then added that was assuming she (god) really gave a crap whether I got back or not. But I didn’t say crap. I said shit. Only when I started writing this, I realized that the Catholic schoolgirl in me was still uncomfortable saying shit for fear that Sister Gaetana would see what I’d written and be very angry. I realize she died

I had some family over to dinner. They included a 7 year old who told his grandmom afterwards, “”We should have gone there in the morning.” He didn’t mean because he wanted to get it over with but rather that they would then have had all day to be here.

A hostess can hope for no finer compliment.

BuddhaBubba was trying to carry a stuffed elephant that is almost as big as she is up the stairs.  She’d get up about four stairs, step on a leg or the trunk and tumble backwards to the landing. The elephant invariably landed on top of her. She would stand up and stare at it for a moment as if wondering why the elephant had attacked her. Then she would pick it back up – no small feat in and of itself given their relative sizes – and start up the stairs again, only to tumble backwards around stair five.

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