Isn’t it wrong that at my advanced age I still look better than Lindsay Lohan?
I had a lazy day yesterday
I even gave myself permission to skip a Monday entry. Wow. The Salesians who taught me in childhood are cringing in horror in heaven at my laziness.
This is what happens when I go out of town
BuddhaBubba casts those pathetic eyes on the nearest soft touch and VOILA! Suddenly she has a pink fleece coat with bell to match on the off chance she ever actually touches feet to ground during a walk. It’s my understanding that rarely happens as she does pathetic so well that she gets carried everywhere. But now she will definitely look sharp and styling as she is transported in someone’s arms with that look of imperial disdain that says, “This is the life I was meant to live. All you other dogs can keep on sniffing each other’s butts if you
Santa does a face plant
I was brushing my teeth one morning when I turned around to see what the dogs were doing. This was what I saw through my bathroom door. One has to wonder what is holding him up? Negative gravity? Abs of steel? Either way, he looks kinda suicidal, don’t you think? Maybe he was just trying to hide from Carm…
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Damn!
Vegas won again. How does it keep doing that?
Meanwhile, retirement will again be pushed back while I search for more pennies in the couch cushions.
Women as second class citizens is nothing new
In the course of the past two weeks a woman was beaten to death in front of her two young children and a homeless teenager was allegedly repeatedly raped in Eagle River. A study was released in that same period showing (surprise! surprise!) that Alaska women still earn learn than men for doing the same job but, I guess to balance the scales, are beaten and raped more than the national average. And if you use statistics only for Alaska Native women, you simply want to bury your head in your arms and sob because they are just that awful.
Vegas cannot beat me down!
I am convinced I will eventually win my retirement at the penny slots and I plan to keep dumping pennies into them until they respond properly.
Nothing to see here
I love watching the redpolls gather on my porch to eat. They come in flocks and seem very sociable, even if there are some non-bird lovers who think the sounds emanating from the trees around my porch make it feel like a Hitchcock movie. But my all time favorite thing is the robin who seems to have insinuated himself into the redpoll flock. He tries to be very nonchalant. Tries to fit in. Tries to just be another redpoll, maybe a little taller than most but definitely still a redpoll. He is there every morning and every night with a
Let it snow
I’m in Vegas. Let it snow in Anchorage as much as it wants. It sure as hell isn’t snowing in Vegas! Now on to the penny slots to win my retirement cushion.
How can you say no to me?
I was rescued by Bird TLC. They saved my eyes (thanks Dr. Karen!) and someday I’ll fly free again. If you buy tickets to Bird TLC’s annual fundraiser on Saturday, April 27 at the Egan Center, you can help keep me in mice until I can be released. And you can help recognize and celebrate Bird TLC’s 25 years of love, compassion and healing of all wild birds in Alaska as well as Dr. Scott’s bottomless devotion to helping my winged friends keep flying.
Go to Birdtlc.net for more info.
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