Michael Jackson bought a chimp. Now Justin Bieber has a Capuchin monkey. Putting aside for the moment the question of the care that monkey is or isn’t getting, isn’t this the first sign of the slow descent into drugs and insanity?
Dinner
My friend Kate is a real cook/baker and actually plans menus each week. I usually stand staring at the inside of my refrigerator at 6 PM wondering if dinner grew there while I wasn’t looking or was I going to have to actually think of something to make with half an onion and limp carrots.
The disconnect
He stood out. There he was at the Sportsman Show wearing a suit, coifed hair, some strange looking beads and a lovely aftershave that almost, but not quite, overcame the normal smell of most Alaskans – a smell that is a mixture of items probably best left unlisted but that surely includes various motor oils, gunpowder, and smoke.
I was there with Bird TLC. We’d brought some of our feathered education ambassadors to meet and greet people who might normally only see them as faint outlines high in the sky.
What I love about Alaskans is that they can be
Wanna be grossed out?
Watch a magpie grabbing something off your deck that’s been there for months and is just now being uncovered as the snow recedes… something unidentifiable, something so mushy that it’s original shape, color or size is beyond reckoning… something that magpie flies off with as though he’d stolen the One Ring.
You’d think I’d be happy
You think I’d be happy to see the snow melting. But all it does is expose the disaster my deck has become after a winter of tossing out bird food and peanuts for my fine feathered friends. When it gets all wet and melty and then the sun shines on it, the resulting mass is as hard as a rock and truly gross to deal with.
OK, my broom, my shovel and I are going to go try to make a difference before the board of health shuts me down.
I think I particularly like
I think I particularly like the way BuddhaBubba can be barfing while looking up at me as though nothing were going on below her nose, as though nothing were dripping from her mouth. And then she turns and walks away. Doesn’t sniff it. Doesn’t look down at it. I have to wonder if she even knows it’s there.
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When forced to choose
When forced to choose between me and his beloved Santa toy, Carm chooses Santa every time. Suddenly our relationship seems all too familiar and reminiscent…
This poor crab
This poor crab was so desperate for warmth that it climbed two flights of stairs and ripped the screen door to get into my sister’s house. Sadly, the inside of Judy’s house is colder than the outside. The crab died in despair.
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Are you friggin’ kidding me?!!!
I’m trying to pull out of the parking space at Carr’s when I realize the car next to me is also pulling out. I look across to the driver to do that friendly wordless thing that decides who pulls out first. She looks over, phone to ear, holds her hand up for me to wait, pulls halfway out and stops to have a more vigorous phone conversation while still holding her hand up indicating she’d need me to wait until she got off the phone to continue pulling out. It’s times like these when I realize it’s a good thing
You have to listen to the other side
Ah compromise. When did you become such a dirty word? Without you, there would be no America. Our Founding Fathers all had to give a little to get a little as they created the world’s first experiment in democracy.
Clearly not all compromises are good. The Missouri Compromise didn’t solve the slavery issue. Cutting Vietnam into a north and south after the fall of Dien Bien Phu may have ended the first Indochina War but it led directly to the disaster we call the Vietnam War. And drawing an artificial line in Korea has led one of the more bizarre