Amidst the sweet sound of penny slot machines around me taking everyone’s money, I feel I need to stop for just a moment – and Sunday seemed the most appropriate day – to send a sad farewell to Rick Santorum. Since he never really had a chance at the presidency, I could contemplate his candidacy and glory in how easy it made it for me to write my weekly column. Where else are we going to find a candidate who will proclaim that he will work to ban female contraception when elected? Or who feels higher education is for snobs
Panic is the best motivator
I sit here in Vegas, relaxing to the incessant noise of the penny slot machines, and wonder if I’m the only person in the world who uses panic as motivation. I knew I was taking this trip for months. I left on Thursday. On Monday I realized I had a list a mile long I’d not yet dealt with that needed handling before I left for two weeks. Got it all done by the skin of my nose… but got it done.
Yep, panic is my best motivator.
Ah Friday the 13th
What better day to start shoving my pennies down the throats of the penny slot machines here in Vegas. It guarantees I’ll get rid of them much faster than usual… leaving me to wonder what I’ll do with the rest of the three days.
Oh well, off to the mob museum.
The ugly break up in Juneau
Alaska does democracy and governance a little differently than the rest of the country. It’s like everything else in Alaska. Our attitude is simply that we don’t care how they do it in the lower 48. So when people are disenfranchised by the bumbling way our last election was conducted, our mayor’s response is to smile and say that he would have just won by more votes if more people could have voted.
Well good for him. I mean how nice is he that he lets us vote even though he apparently knows how some are going to vote ahead
The dread begins
I leave for Vegas tomorrow. That means going to an airport and getting on a plane… possibly the least civilizing moment in the life of our current civilization. And all the while I will be panicked over my little feathered family that I’m leaving behind even though I know my house sitter Karie is absolutely wonderful and will take amazing care of them. Hmmm… maybe that’s why I’m panicking. Maybe I’m afraid that when I come back they won’t want me. They’ll just want Karie.
Ah the panic in a mother’s brain as she leaves her children in the care
Best cookbook ever
If you want to get a cookbook that has the best of southern cooking from family recipes, go to [email protected] and buy one. I think the cost is either $15 or $20. It has over 450 recipes, including some of the most amazing desserts you will ever taste. And a percentage of the sales goes to Bird TLC, the wildbird rehab facility here in Anchorage. Sonya is not a business. She created this cookbook from her family recipes as well as the recipes she collected over a lifetime of great cooking. Well worth the investment… AND, you help Bird TLC.
Beginnings and endings
As my wonderful aunt nears the end of her journey, two of her granddaughters prepare to bring life into the world. Life sometimes has such a symmetrical rhythm.
I have to wonder
I wonder if all those “Christians” who voted against prop 5, choosing exclusion instead of inclusion, choosing prejudice instead of acceptance, really think that their Jesus is proud of them as they sit in church today celebrating his resurrection?
Vanna
Am I the only one who misses out on half of Wheel of Fortune because my brain is obsessing over figuring out how old Vanna White must be by now?
I’m finally resigned to it
I will forever more be a “ma’am” to store clerks, never again a “young lady”.