… you are sleeping on your Aaka’s back in a world full of gentle snow and more love than you ever imagined could exist.
You are never safer than when….
Happy 2010
For those of you wondering how an almost famous columnist spends her glamorous new year’s eve, here’s the scoop. I spent it in bed with a sixty pound dog trying to burrow through my belly button into my intestines where she was sure she would finally find safety from the loud scary bangs that just wouldn’t stop.
I should have started drinking much earlier.
2009 Hall of Infamy
This was a pretty amazing year for nominations into my Hall of Infamy. Considering it was not an election year, I thought the pickings would be slim. But political pandering lives on in all its glory as seen by the machinations that led to a health care bill that was, quite frankly, hardly worth either the wait, the cost or the pandering.
But I digress. The Hall is about those who have caused such ickiness and disgust as to have risen above the usual sleazy suspects.
Let’s start with Dick Cheney who retired from active politics on January 20, 2009
In answer to those inquiries
There are apparently some who wonder, in reference to yesterday’s entry, what I’m doing watching sleazy entertainment news shows. I can only say that when you are feeding and cleaning six birds and feeding and medicating two dogs every day, you need something mindless in the background. For mindless I had two choices… big mouth idiots like Limbaugh and Beck or inanely insipid entertainment news. I chose the lesser of two evils.
The Jersey Shore
Just when I think civilization has reached its nadir, cable TV comes along with a program that proves we have even farther to fall. In this case, it’s a show called The Jersey Shore. I’ve never actually watched the show and wouldn’t have known of its existence were it not for the fact that one of the people in it punched a woman out on camera. I know this because the cable channel… showing the good taste for which cable is known… pulled the spot before it showed. But not before making sure every sleazy entertainment news show had the
Family calls
Calling family over the holidays is one of the ways to be very strongly reminded that no matter how far you go, you can never escape your genes. Sigh….
I find this amazing
Even as most people lie spent and exhausted due to their frenzied shopping over-indulgence on Christmas, the paper arrives already full of after Christmas sales. We have truly sold our souls to commerce.
I can only hope they weren’t looking
My contribution to the Christmas feasts to which I was invited consisted of making an antipasto and making my nonna’s sweet bread.
Since it’s hard to find all the stuff to make an antipasto from scratch here in Alaska, I went to a store and bought everything from their antipasto bar. I can only pray my father was not looking down from heaven and watching me because I know I’ve shamed him by my actions.
While making my nonna’s sweetbread, I had a brilliant impulse to put pecans in it. It wasn’t until the bread was rising that I realized
Happy Holidays
I wished someone a happy holiday a few days ago. She looked at me and said, “No, not happy holidays. Merry Christmas”.
Well, no. Not Merry Christmas unless you are Christian. So let me reiterate my wish to ALL my friends whether they celebrate Christmas, Hannukah, Kwaanza or Saturnalia….
Happy Holidays.
A Christmas memory
When you’re young, you think your holidays will go on forever in the old familiar way. But they won’t. Eventually, what you’ll have is memories. Hopefully they will be wonderful.
For me, Christmas will always mean my Aunt Ida’s house on Sylvania Street in the Germantown section of Philadelphia. My family would start the day in Atlantic City, opening presents and getting dressed in our new winter clothes. My brother and I were allowed to pick one gift we could bring in the car for bragging rights with all the cousins we’d soon be seeing. We would have gone to