A banker at WF talked me into doing something that he said would eliminate monthly fees for my personal and business checking and saving accounts. But the monthly fees kept coming. And calls to my local branch were never answered. Finally got through to the 800 number. They informed me the application was never completed. Interesting since it was the banker doing the app. When I asked about the three years of fees that I should not have been receiving had their banker done his work, they informed me with great joy that they would reimburse me for the past
Wells Fargo
May it rot in hell. More tomorrow when I can breathe more easily and not want to run screaming naked through the headquarters screaming “Die you scumbag bankers. Die.”
What a pleasure to talk to someone from North Rim Bank instead.
Don’t even bother asking me
I am boycotting the outdoors until every single lousy stinking friggin’ mosquito is dead. DEAD! So don’t even ask if I want to eat outside or go for a walk. Not happening.
Childhood cruelty can lead to adults who abuse
Every once in a while we get a bird into Bird TLC whose story causes me to shudder. I understand the every day vicissitudes of life as a wild creature. Other creatures prey on you. Your misfortune is their dinner. Your successful fight for food might mean another doesn’t get enough. Life in the wild is certainly not a Disney movie. Bears and deer don’t sing and frolic together.
But this past week we admitted a baby gull with a swollen leg. His leg was swollen because he was rescued from a boy who was beating his leg with a
John Boehner
He was in Alaska. My great land has been sullied with orange spray tan. I only hope we can cleanse ourselves before we too turn orange.
LIving in Alaska
Sadly, living in Alaska means learning to live with plane crashes and death so much more often than probably anywhere else in America. Anyone who’s lived in the bush has flown those small planes. Anyone who’s lived in the bush has known someone who died in one of them. Yet we get up each day knowing that it’s the risk we take for living in a land we love. My sympathy goes out to all those families in South Carolina who lost a loved one in the Soldotna plane crash and to the family of Walter Rediske, pilot.
Isn’t the quiet nice
I never realize how loudly annoying our Congress is until they go away and I realize how much I am basking in the quiet that follows. Maybe they should only meet every five years or so.
As the rest of the country sizzles…
I can only repeat frequently and fervently, thank you goddess for bringing back a real Anchorage summer. Here’s to 60 degrees!
Eskimo boy and mom at Disneyland
You don’t get to look much cooler than when you’re wearing the right sunglasses. As though Disneyland needed anything else to make it magic for a four year old.
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Slowly but surely
Slowly but surely we are coming together as a family that has stretched to admit one more. Now that Snowy has had his vet visit, had all his licenses bought and confirmed and… perhaps most importantly… had a visit with Jordan to get a proper haircut, we are ready to start integrating as a family. A big moment arrived when BuddhaBubba and Carm let him share their couch pillow, if not exactly their space, for the first time. Here we see Carm manfully protecting his woman from the intruding male. Given that the intruding male is a neutered two year