I’m an ice skating freak. I don’t care what kind it is – figure skating, dancing, pairs, men, women… I just love to watch it. And every four years the Olympics gives me a chance to absolutely od on it. I am in seventh heaven.
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There is no joy in mudville tonight
Can’t even pretend to happiness. Head swimming and dizzy. Looking down impossible without nausea and falling. What the hell is happening in my head? One week, two doctors and a day in the emergency room and still no relief or answers. Modern medicine is failing me.
They never pose when you want them to
Five seconds before I took this picture, the three dogs were curled up in a tumbled bundle, exhausted after a day of hiking with Karie, snoring contentedly in their buddy’s embrace But the minute they heard my chair move and saw the camera, they shifted away from each other like everyone else’s BO was choking them. It would have been a great picture. But I’ll never be able to prove that.
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Why am I not surprised?
Science has apparently found Neanderthal DNA in some parts of the human genome while it is totally absent in other parts. One of the places where Neanderthal DNA can be found is in the gene connected with Type 2 diabetes. Why am I not surprised that I’d get the disease that links me to a Neanderthal?
Please snow
Please, oh please, oh please snow. My family arrives next week and Anchorage is hideous in winter without snow to cover all the trash we toss out of our windows in anticipation of the clean up fairies who mysteriously appear every spring. But this isn’t spring. This is winter. No self-respecting clean up fairy is coming anywhere near here for months yet to come. So please snow and cover it all up. Please, oh please…
What happens if you hang around me too much
You apparently go on vacation and get yourself photographed with a bird on your head. My apologies.
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The wait begins
Family won’t arrive for another week, yet we sit patiently on the stairs and await their arrival… and pray to god that none of the dogs does something in the house that will cause my cousin Joe to run screaming into the night. And YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN!
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Used to be
Used to be that I only saw double if I was really messed up on stuff. Now I see double because of problems with my eye. I liked the old way better.
Call me crazy but…
…there is definitely a part of me that wishes Rob Ford were our mayor. It just seems like it would be so much more fun. And he could hardly do more damage than our current one…
Proof the seventies were the nadir of fashion
A picture of my family from the seventies. Left to right: my dad, Aunt Louise, mom, me, sister-in-law Jay holding niece Andrea, sister Judy, brother Phil… he’s the one with the massive armpits sweat stains – no idea how Marian (mom) ever let him in the picture with them. Andrea, now a fashionable young lady, thought her mother had a blanket on her lap. But no. Those are her pants. And again I repeat, the seventies… the nadir of fashion.
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