Here’s the thing about Facebook. I learned enough to accept an invitation from a friend. And at one point, I apparently signed up for it. My goal for the new year is to figure out what to do beyond that. I’ll get back to you as soon as I do.
Weird Christmas present?
So I’m guessing by the looks on people’s faces when I tell them this, that my brother and sister and I may be the only siblings around whose mother gave them all grave plots one year for Christmas. What? Your mothers didn’t love you enough to want you buried three deep next to them?
And we won’t even ask for the moose antlers back
When I was back East recently, my cousin in Philly e-mailed me that Sarah Palin was there for the governor’s meeting with Barack (oh-please-let-the-inauguration-happen-soon-I-can’t-stand-BushCheney-another-moment) Obama. She joked that you couldn’t get near Palin’s car but you knew which one it was because of the moose antlers on the hood. And all I could think was that if they just kept Palin there, we wouldn’t even ask for the moose antlers back. Maybe Jon Stewart is right. Maybe Sarah likes everything about Alaska except actually being here.
George Bush is no Richard Nixon
As America’s Current Occupier winds down his disastrous years in office, he is giving interviews to the big three networks. I watched the first interview with Charles Gibson until I could no longer handle the pain. Did we really elect this man to the office once held by Washington, Jefferson and Lincoln? Or, for god’s sake, Chester B. Arthur?
I think it is an interesting juxtaposition that at the same time as Bush stumbles and bumbles his way through these fairly controlled moments of media access, a movie titled “Frost/Nixon” is released. The movie, based on a Broadway play, is
Here’s the problem with slot machines
The problem is that it sometimes takes two to three hours of continuous play to get them to accept your money without trying to give some back.
To the snow gods
Thank you. I am grateful all the snow came down before I got back from the East Coast so I get to enjoy the beauty without the hassle of driving on Anchorage roads with idiots who have never heard the words “snow tires” or “slow down when the roads are icy”.
All the snow has come down, right?
Air travel…
Here are my current questions about air travel.
1. Will I ever see my ankles again?
2. How do some people get in an airplane seat and not get up again for the entire seven hour flight? What kind of bladders do they have?
3. Why are all airlines seats made out of rock?
4. Why am I willing to buy food at a McDonald’s in an airport but NEVER, EVER go to one when I’m not?
5. Why do I eat so much in airports when I’m traveling? Is it just boredom during layovers that drives me to the
Ah, I’m home
I’m home with my little family of birds and dogs. There is lots of snow on the ground, the air is crisp and my finger tips are already cracking open and bleeding with joy. My house sitter, whose name I will not reveal for fear she will get so busy I’ll never be able to get her back when I need her, has set the bar high for my dogs’ expectations of what their day should be like. I try to explain that having her here was like their three weeks at a spa. They should enjoy it but know
A culinary tip
There are two things you have to get up at 6 AM to start cooking if you want them ready for a meal that day…turkey and scrapple. In the case of scrapple, you must cook it on a painstakingly low light for an extremely long time to get the crust just right with the inside just soft enough. If you don’t, you might actually taste the pig snout.
Ah Scrapple
You Hawaiians, Alaskans and all people west of the Mississippi can have your Spam. We Eastcoasters have scrapple, a delightful melange meat that is not afraid to boast it includes gournd pig snout. Grab some ketchup and follow me to Nirvana.