One of my best friends is a dentist’s wife. Another best friend is her husband the dentist. In fact, I have known quite a few dentists who were pretty wonderful people. So why is it that I still come home and burst into tears after any dental visit that is more invasive than a cleaning?
Because she’s more of a man than all the male Republicans running for the nomination.
So Governor Walker has directed his fish and game people to spare the black bears of Government Hill and relocate them. So he can interfere in decisions made in departments he oversees. Yet he claims he couldn’t do anything about his AG joining the lawsuit going to the Supreme Court in an effort to uphold Alaska’s ban on same sex marriage. I guess bears are important enough for him to interfere but people aren’t.
Very rich corporations pay their employees a less than living wage. Their employees then use government benefits to survive. Those benefits come from my tax dollars. So I am, in essence, underwriting the corporation’s obscene profits.
Man, talk about welfare queens!
I have had the privilege of caretaking a golden eagle named Denali while his permanent caretaker is out of state. I go there every day and make sure he has water and toss him a rat or quail to eat. He jumps on whatever it is I toss and does this Charlie Chaplin walk to his perch with the food clutched tightly in one foot. Then he tries to jump up on his perch. And sometimes he just misses it and lands on the other side. I try not to laugh. After all, Denali has his dignity to consider. But the sight of this eagle jumping for his perch with a quail or rat grasped tightly in his talons and landing completely on the other side of it is simply too funny. Denali always tries to look as though he meant to do that all along. But I know the truth.
My brother turns 70 today. I don’t know how he got that old when I haven’t aged a bit.
Given what I was just billed as an hourly rate for a plumber, I’d suggest pulling your kids from college, medical school or law school and sending them directly to a plumber apprentice program. I’ve had surgeons work on me who charged less.
A belated thank you to everyone who came to the Bird TLC auction and helped us raise so much money for our birds. Little by little we creep closer and closer to the goal of someday actually having our own facility. And remember now that spring has sprung, when you are cleaning out your freezers for this summer’s bounty, Bird TLC will take any salmon or red meat (that hasn’t been altered with spices or anything) and other fish to help us feed our healing birds. We’re at 7800 King Street.
Bird TLC auction tonight at the Sheraton Hotel from 5:30 to whenever. Come meet our education birds. Kodi, our cache crow, will be there to take your money and (hopefully) deposit it politely in his tip jar. There will be eagles and owls and who knows what else to see. Lots of good food and drink and some of the best people on earth will be there. You don’t need a ticket in advance. Just come on over and we’ll charge you at the door. Remember, this is for the birds so please join us. It’s our one major fund raiser of the year and goes a long, long way towards keeping us a viable organization. And baby bird season will soon be upon us. Think of all those little orphaned babies who need us to keep them safe until they are old enough to join their flocks.
Go to Birdtlc.net for more details.
Don’t make the Boston Marathon bomber a martyr. Give him a life sentence and hope he lives a long and miserable life. Every day he should wake up to the knowledge that he wasted his life. America still stands. Extremism and violence didn’t win. And all he has to look forward to is another day of being someone’s bitch. Yep. Give him a life sentence. It will be much more painful than death.
Yep, nothing like a run off to keep politics going on forever.
I’m going to vote today because my grandfather’s passport was signed by a king. The only thing that stands between us and that is our vote. So get up off your lazy duff, stop making excuses and go vote!
Winter was here in Anchorage for a quick visit yesterday. Snow on the ground in the morning. Trees continuing to bud by noon. It was short, sweet and memorable.
It takes at least two weeks after I get home for my sinuses to get over the cigarette smoke from the casinos. C’mon, Vegas. It’s 2015. The world is going smoke free. So should you!
I slept last night with two warm furry bodies pushed up against me and it was cold enough to appreciate their warmth. And this morning I woke up to parrots calling me to feed them. The sounds of home. Comforting.