I accidentally saw some of the superbowl and it’s aftermath. It’s something I’ve never seen before as I’ve never actually watched the superbowl or any of its pre and post hysteria. I know this is foolish of me but I don’t find over-drugged, over-large men giving each other concussions entertaining. The friend watching the game at my house also watched what happened after the game ended when some sort of trophy is transferred to the new winners. I looked up from what I was doing to see a man carrying a large silver trophy down a row of clearly crazed
Ah old age
So I’m stooping down to look under my sink and see if the leak has been fixed. I’m shinning my flashlight at the approximate location of where the leak had been and hear a periodic drip but can’t see it. Then I realize the sound isn’t a drip but is coming from my knees and ankles. It has nothing to do with the drip and everything to do with me being old and creaking more than ever.
The Koch brothers own us all
According to some, President Obama has declared war on Alaska. Given the amount of unaccounted for money shipped to Afghanistan and Iraq on pallets in small denominations when we were first at war there, we should maybe not be so quick to judge harshly. Why turn down the chance to become a war zone showered with untraceable money? Think about it. What do Alaskans like more than free cash for which they’ve had to do absolutely nothing?
Even more interesting in the realm of untold amounts of money is the announcement by the Koch brothers that they will dedicate almost
I think it’s a telling sign
I think it’s a telling sign when a car dealership in Alaska advertises a big sale on four by four vehicles because the lack of snow has left then with a big backlog of vehicles. Gosh darn, maybe those scientists are on to something with their blathering and bleating about climate change.
Why?
Why, in a house that is almost 100% covered in puppy pads, does Bubba insist on finding the one inch of space between them and peeing there. Is she just dumb? Or is she a devil dog with a disgustingly innocent and amazingly lovable face?
It’s not fair
I’ve finally figured out so much of life that puzzled me in the past. But now I’m too old to be able to enjoy half of what I’ve finally figured out.
He doesn’t stand a chance
My poor cousin Joe. He doesn’t stand a chance against these cuties. Add that darling little Ivy Ma, who was not available for this photo session, to the mix and he might as well just get out the checkbook and give them all his money. They have him right where they want him. Some of us could not be happier about it… or laughing harder.
Get out of my bed!
See that control at the bottom of the picture. That’s the heating pad. And that is BuddhaBubba’s bed under which it is placed. Carm decided to get in on the action. Climbed in over Bubba and stuck his head behind her butt so she couldn’t see him there. She sat up and refused to lay down again until he moved. He didn’t move. So for the next five minutes I listened to BuddhaBubba doing her best imitation of a growl to scare her brother out of her bed. It didn’t work. She eventually forgot what she was growling about and
Home is defined in many, many ways
I used to have big dogs that loved to walk. My three new ones came with a different idea about walking and the outside. They are little dogs. The girl won’t even go out for her bodily needs once it’s below 32 degrees. Both the boys love going out for about ten to twenty seconds. Then they are done with the walk and it’s time to go get warm and get treats. I soon realized I needed something to substitute for the miles I was no longer walking. I got a stationary bike. And believe it or not, I use
Happy Belated Birthday to one of the nicest men in the world
If Bruce Springsteen had any sense at all, he’d want Jimmy as his best friend. Oh yeah, that’s the house Bruce grew up in. Way to celebrate!