The hardest thing about having three dogs is not having three hands and arms to hug and pet them all at once.
What I get to wake up to in the morning
Carm and Snowy sit with Santa between them, ready to fight for dominance. BuddhaBubba tries to get as far away from them as possible while still enjoying the comforts of mom’s bed.
Life doesn’t get much better… well, it would if Karie would hurry home but aside from that…
Please let’s have a dictatorship
Let’s make Hillary president for life and throw those bums in congress back out on the mean streets where they will have to try to actually earn an honest living. They truly are the biggest collection of assholes ever.
I got nothing
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Give the kid a break
There are a lot of very important things happening in the world. Some of those things are making it look like our world has turned upside down. Russia is acting as a peacemaker for goodness sakes. Isn’t that a sign of the end of times?
Yet America is focused on that which truly is, without question, a sign of the end of civilization. I’m of course referring to Miley Cyrus swinging in the altogether on a wrecking ball. I have no doubt if someone had the time or inclination to count column inches, they would find Miley garnered way more
There she goes… Miss America
In case you missed it, the Miss America pageant happened last weekend. Miss New York, who looks distinctly mid-Eastern, won. When I was growing up, the composition of that pageant contestants was so homogenous that I knew I could never participate (my last name was Italian, I had brown hair, I was chubby and – most of all – I hated getting dressed up). Now the faces on stage truly do look like a multi colored ethnic rainbow.
So while I am still not sure why we need a Miss America, or how we can choose one girl and say
Helen had a face that launched a thousand ships
Bella has a face that says mom and dad are in for quite an adventurous roller coaster ride in the years to come.
Batten down the hatches – Bella is in the house!
And our family thought her mother turned everyone’s hair growing up. I think Bella will set new records.
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Despair all around
Santa face plants on the bed. BuddhaBubba and Carm look stricken. Snowy is so devastated he can’t face the camera.
Come back, Karie. The kids are quickly losing all hope.
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Why I love Stephen Colbert
On his show a few days ago, he interviewed someone who’d written a biography of JD Salinger. The book’s author talked about how World War II and Salinger’s experience walking into a concentration camp made him the author he was. Without the war, according to this biographer, we would not have had the JD Salinger who wrote Catcher in the Rye. To which Stephen replied, without skipping a beat, “So I guess we owe Hitler at least a small apology.” This was followed by a moment of shocked silence as the author looked at Colbert as though he’d just arrived
An Alaskan moment
I’m in the Costco parking lot filling up the back of my car with bags of peanuts so the Stellar Jays won’t break my windows pecking at them when a car pulls up behind me, a woman gets out and asks, “Are you Elise Patkotak?” When I answer in the affirmative, she pulls out my new book that she’s just bought in Costco and asks me to sign it. A few sentences later I realize she is the granddaughter of people I knew in Barrow and the daughter of a woman I know from Barrow.
It’s only in Alaska that