But Levi – Mr. “I don’t have any money to support my first child and sure as hell don’t plan to support my second one” – is?
Someone needs to ask social services to step in and take this baby away from the whole, friggin’ insanity that is the Palin family and give him a chance. We didn’t do it for Michael Jackson’s kids but we have a chance to correct that wrong and do it now for Tripp and his soon to be sibling. C’mon folks. Let’s get this one right.
My chimney and Stellar Jays
Well, had another exciting morning. Stellar Jay ended up down my chimney. Dogs got hysterical trying to get through the glass doors to the fireplace. Parrots screeching as though I’d let the Parakeet Killer in to take them out. Put the dogs in the bedroom. Got a towel. Opened the outside door to the porch. Opened the door on the fireplace. Pulled the screen back carefully to try and catch the bird before it got loose in the house. Didn’t succeed. Bird flew to kitchen counter. Crapped on it. Saw open door and flew out to the tree next to
NBC Olympic coverage
If you can’t fully cover the Dressage events, then why are you covering the Olympics at all?
Chick Fil A
There are so many reasons not to eat at Chick Fil A – all of them having to do with nutrition and diabetes – that one wonders why the issue of same sex marriage needs to even be referenced.
It’s a fast food joint, folks, catering to the worse of our food habits, offering us fried fat ladened with sodium. Isn’t that reason enough to stay away?
Just reading it made me exhausted
A great Alaska lady, Mary Louise Rasmuson, died this week at 101. Just reading her obituary made me feel exhausted. She accomplished so much in her lifetime and never seemed to tire. Me? I need a nap after cleaning the bird cages. She reminds me of my aunts. Indefatigable women who never saw a need to stop and, if they did, never thought it was a good time to do it.
Another great one has left us.
We need new ideas
If you’re the kind of Alaskan who believes the only good resource is one we can get out of the ground today and we can worry about tomorrow later, you should stop reading now because this column is going to irritate you.
A story aired on NPR concerning a fishing village in a cold, frozen northern place that is not Alaska. The fishing industry had been hard hit by declining stock and the village was facing imminent economic disaster. Again, let me repeat, this story was not about an Alaska village, though the outlines might be eerily similar.
What this
Olympics
So any beautiful, toned, healthy bodies on TV. So many greasy, crispy potato chips in my bowl. The joy of being old is I feel no guilt at all in eating them. Let the young people bend in unbelievable fashion. I fold myself into my chair at night and that’s all the folding this old lady plans to do for the foreseeable future.
Do you think?
Do you think if we paid them enough money the Palin clan would simply go away and leave us all alone? Surely they could migrate somewhere – like wherever the hell Paris Hilton moved to – and give the rest of us a much needed break.
Why I sleep with my dogs
Because they beat hell out of most of the men with whom I once slept. Trust me on this. My choice in men vacillated between terrible and “oh my god he’s violently psychotic”.
There’s a reason I gave up dating a long time ago and it involved recognizing that the only men I found attractive were psychopathically damaged, thereby triggering my need to save them.
Quite frankly, I’m glad I switched to saving dogs.