Please daddy, I’d like my own credit card and a Porsche for my sixteenth birthday. Could you start saving up now?
Could you say no to this face?
Once again the question must be asked
Who the hell is still responding to spam e-mails from African princes and mideastern potentates? Who still reads that crap and doesn’t have it go directly to their spam folder? Surely even the older generation that was the prime target of these spams has caught on that no Nigerian prince is offering them money for nothing. So who is swallowing this bait? Who is left in any first or second world country still buying what spammers are selling? Truly a sucker is born every minute.
Missed Anniversary
May 4 was the second anniversary of the arrival of BuddhaBubba and Carm into my life. They have been a joy since the day they arrived… ok, maybe not a joy when they use the pee pads for all their needs because it’s too cold to go out in the winter, but aside from those months… ah heck, anyone willing to cuddle up with me at night despite the snoring emanating from all of us that can be heard on Venus are a year round joy to me.
Happy anniversary. And no, this doesn’t mean you are getting steak tonight
The good news from Bush Alaska
For those of us lucky enough to have spent time in Bush Alaska, it’s no secret that life there can swing fairly widely in short spans of time from extreme joy to extreme sorrow and back again. Maybe these swings also happen in the more urban areas of the state but are simply not as intense because sheer size and numbers dilute the effect.
The news that four Alaskans are recipients of Gates scholarships that will pay for their entire education through a Ph. D. is amazing in and of itself. All four students are obviously outstanding. But that two
How many hiding holes do you have
I gave a friend a bird cage that had been sitting in my garage for years unused. It was not put together. She took it home and realized there were some connectors missing. I started out looking for them in my garage. Then in my junk bag. Then in my junk drawers. Then in my junk closets. Then… then… then I realized that I had way more junk than I’d ever need, when examined closely there was not much of it that I could identify let alone know what use it had and chewing gum that is over seven years
did you know
If you try to type Kardisians into a text message it auto corrects to lard ashcans? At least, my did.
Happy Memorial Day
Didn’t know this weekend was Memorial Day until I started seeing news stories. Then realized that my day calendar comes from China and, upon closer perusal, has NO American holidays listed. That’s what comes from buying cheap.
To all our troops, stay safe. And given the current state of affairs, that might mean stay clear of the VA where you will die while waiting for an appointment. If Fallujah didn’t get you, the VA will.
Please make it rain
The fires have reached a frightening level on the Kenai Peninsula and waking up to grey, smoke filled skies is making my sinuses go on the kind of strike that leads to horrible headaches. Plus, if it doesn’t rain soon, I may be forced to water my lawn. And we all know how much I like to be outside in the sun.
There are at least 8000 dog toys in this house…
So why is the ragged, dirty and smelly Santa the only one that counts? And why does the fight for it have to take place around my feet as I try to write? Why?
The joy of growing old with an old friend
The older I get, the more my conversation is peppered with the phrase, “I can’t think of the name right now”, to which an old friend will always be able to reply, “That’s ok. I know who/what you mean.” The conversation will continue and perhaps even move on to other topics when suddenly one or the other of us will blurt out the name we couldn’t remember. Even though the name no longer has any connection to the conversation, we both immediately know why it was said, who it referred to, and can continue our current conversation without interruption.
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