“Will she remember to give me the chicken skin in my dinner tonight? Will she try to throw my toy out of bed just because it’s a bit moist from my gumming it? Will she ever understand how much the world will collapse if I don’t jump out of bed at 3 AM barking wildly at the noise being made by passing geese? When will she finally let me chase those fun toys she keeps in cages all over my house? Will I ever convince her that licking your own butt is actually kind of fun?”
Such are the deep
but BuddhaBubba is clearly contemplating fall and getting her autumn color palate in order.
Note to my sister Judy… no, you can’t make a snide comment about my dog having more fashion sense than me, even if it is true.
Am I the only person in the world unable to get a second use out of a jar/bottle/tube of super glue. It seems if I wait more than an hour between uses, nothing more ever comes out.
Another group has come through Anchorage to talk about the problems of abuse and violence in our villages. Panelists take testimony, listen to horror stories of lives lived in fear, collect data on Alaska Native children showing them on par with returning war vets for PTSD and declare the situation intolerable. Each time this happens, I wonder where the men are. The only time men get mentioned is as the problem. But there is no solution without them.
A few years ago I wrote that for Native women to be respected, that respect must begin at home. Since the majority
Is it just me or does he remind other people of the villain in a Tom Clancy novel?
So does anyone think Don Young will even bother coming back to Alaska to campaign for re-election? I mean, it’s not as if he has to. Most Alaskans will keep voting him back into office in an attempt to keep him out of the state anyhow. When he comes back here and we see him up close and personal, well, let’s face it, we’re all a little abashed that he’s the only thing representing us in the House.
Sigh… four different dogs beds, two couches, three soft chairs and still they all gather on one determined to be the last dog sitting.
As my friend Stewart so wisely wrote, “Mommy, he’s touching me!”
Today is Father’s Day. My father is gone now so I can no longer wish him a happy father’s day. But I can wish it to all the wonderful fathers I’ve known in my many years of work in social services and with the Alaska Court System in Barrow. Some were foster fathers. Some were grandfathers. Some were uncles. Some big brothers. All stepped in to help kids whose birth fathers were unable or unwilling to be the dad the kids needed. These other wonderful men stepped up to the plate and tried to provide love and guidance to kids
Until this campaign season ends, I will no longer pick up my phone after 6 PM. My ears are already bleeding from all the obnoxious tv ads. Picking up the phone and hearing push polls disguised as public opinion polls or robo calls from the same candidates I”m fast forwarding through on TV or any other politically connected calls has totally destroyed what is left of my normally sunny disposition. Since I have one of those phone that doesn’t do much more than have a dial tone, I can’t tell who is calling when the phone rings. That’s why god
Is it just me or are the Begich/Sullivan ads trying to out-macho each other? Begich is running around on a snow mobile. Sullivan all but has Rawhide playing in the background as he stands there looking like a rough and ready Alaskan. Couldn’t they both just whip it out, measure it and get it over with?