I was in New Jersey for the end of the race and the election. I can only say that both candidates came across as sleazy, even by Jersey standards which are even lower than Alaska standards… proving there is no bottom that politicians can’t reach. But honestly, when Corzine’s campaign started making innuendos about his opponent’s weight – as though being fat meant you couldn’t govern, let alone the unspeakable rudeness of calling attention to someone’s weight like that… well, let’s just say I’m very glad he lost. What a pig.
What am I missing?
Vic Kohring has probably the best lawyer he can’t afford representing him in a case that could potentially send him back to jail for years and he sues that lawyer over an accident, thereby losing his services in the criminal case and ending up with a court appointed public defender. If this is any indication of his intelligence, maybe he should be locked up for his own good.
As I suspected
My dogs would like me to go back on vacation and have the house sitter return. Sigh…..
Air travel simply sucks
Do I really have to say anything else? I do? How about getting my bags with the zipper opened one quarter of the way around and my underwear hanging out because TSA couldn’t be bothered to put the twist tie back on after checking to make sure my underwear wasn’t a bomb?
Green Dolphin Street and the Parrot
A long, long time ago when I was a child, my mother had two books on her bookshelf that I was not allowed to read. One was called Gentian Hill and one was called Green Dolphin Street. Eventually I got far enough into my teens to be allowed to read them. I read them and promptly forgot about them, without ever hearing from my mother why they had been forbidden.
A few weeks ago, I started thinking about these books and wondering what had been in them that had been so adult that I was not allowed to read them
When will we put our money where our mouth is?
Once again the headlines tell a sad, sad story. American children are still killed by their parents or caregivers with disgusting regularity. An article in the Oct. 27 Anchorage Daily News quoted a report from the national child advocacy group, Every Child Matters, that 16 children died in Alaska due to parental abuse from 2001 to 2007. The report added that those 16 were only the documented number; the real number is probably much higher.
Perhaps even more frightening, Alaska public health researchers reported in 2008 that over the past eleven years, 114 babies had died “from abuse, neglect or
Respect in political life
As I listen to the commercials being broadcast endlessly about health care reform and its alleged dire circumstances to seniors on Medicare, what sticks in my mind is the ending to one of the commercials. It is simply a senior saying, “Seniors won’t forget”. The not too subtle threat is that if a politician votes for health care, senior citizens will vote en masse to turn him or her out of office.
And so my last hope for civil discourse crumbles as the only age group who could possibly still remember what civil discourse sounds like makes a move to
Heading home
I’m heading home and hoping my dogs will be glad to see me. The birds will be. They like me because I’m the only one they can’t intimidate. Like with most bullies, they only respect those they can’t bully. Plus, I wear a lot of protection when their eyes are flashing red as I am well aware of that danger signal.
But my dogs are another story. They get to spend my absence with a lady who treats them as the royalty they know they are. They get attention and walks and treats and more attention and more walks… well,
Fat and flying
I have spent most of my life overweight so I am particularly sensitive to slurs against fat people. I spent my childhood listening to the taunts of mean children who would take my name Elise and contort it to Elsie and then call me Elsie the Borden’s cow. So I know how it hurts to be fat.
But there comes a point where you have to look at yourself realistically and accept that being fat means there are somethings you can’t or shouldn’t do. Riding a pony if you weigh 300 pounds is just cruel, for instance. Or buying one
Finally the secret is out
I’ve been squirreled away at my sister’s home for a week so that I could be the surprise at the surprise sixtieth birthday party for my cousin held on Halloween. I went dressed as Sarah Palin with a full face mask, chest waders, a toy rifle and a toy stuffed moose with a sign around my neck that said, “Vote for me or the moose bites it.” Despite the fact that my surprise appearance somehow slipped out at least in suspicious whispers to some, most were unaware I was here until I unmasked at the party. It was actually a