I think this picture says it all. No this is not one of my dogs. But it could be. This dog is owned by the person who taught me how to make my dogs understand that I am in charge in my home. Master, your pupil has learned her lesson well. By the way, do you bring your dog breakfast in bed too?
Ah yes, the “babe” factor. Our governor has it and yours doesn’t. Our governor has it to such a degree that even Barack Obama could stand to take a few lessons from her. Anyone doubting the power of the babe factor need only look at her approval ratings. More than three months into her administration and her numbers hover in the 70% favorable. Now that’s a babe factor and a half.
There are some who might argue that Palin has those huge numbers as a direct result of the unbelievably low numbers registered by our former head of state –
As a proud member of the sixties counter culture, words fail to express how thrilled I am that the Alaska case that makes it to the Supreme Court has, at its heart, the statement “Bong Hits for Jesus.” Thank god Alaska never really plans to go all soft and urban. Down in the lower 48 they may ask, “What Would Jesus Do?” Here in Alaska, we know the answer. Bong hits.
My dogs think that my attempt to make my bed in the morning is just a fun game to play. Jump up on the bed while she tries to pull the sheet up. Jump off before her hand reaches you. Jump back up as she reaches for the bespread. Jump back off when her face turns that funny purple red while she’s saying your name much more loudly than needed since you can hear perfectly well….yep. There is nothing like making sure the animals in the house know that you are the alpha dog. Of course, when they are laughing
It has been pointed out to me that yesterday was St. Patrick’s Day and I didn’t even make passing mention of it here. Well, pardon me, but which part of my name looks Irish to you? I know, I know, on St. Pat’s Day everyone is Irish. Well, I for one think the Irish need to reconsider that concept. Do they really want the unholy triumvarate of Bush, Cheney and Rove to be Irish for even one day?
MEMORIES
“Not the least hard thing to bear when they go from us, these quiet friends, is that they carry away with them so many years of our lives. Yet, if they find warmth therein, who would begrudge them those years that they have so guarded? And whatever they take, be sure they have deserved.”
John Galsworthy
Five parrots, a cockatoo and two dogs are currently shedding feathers and fur in my house. Thank god for my cataracts. I can’t see half the mess.
I don’t mind the firing of all those federal prosecutors as much as I mind the boldfaced lies of the administration in claiming that it wasn’t political. For god’s sake, we aren’t idiots out here, even if we did elect Bush twice. But to have hard evidence of correspondence between the White House and the AG’s chief of staff showing the political plotting and manuvering, and then to find out that friends of people in high places got appointed to the suddenly vacated positions, and then to see the good evaluations those eight prosecutors received proving that the terminations had
Halliburton is leaving the US and setting up its new corporate headquarters in the mid-East. You know what this means, right? Quick, check the US Treasury. We must be totally out of money.,
Now that Fur Rondy and the Iditarod have safely made it through Anchorage with all the snow they could possible want, would it be horrible of me to suggest that I’ve had it with winter. I’m done with ice. Snow has lost its amusement value for me. Bragging to my relatives about how low the temperature got last night is no longer fun.
I’m tired of the twenty-minute dressing routine I have to go through every day before I walk my dogs. My feet long to stroll without little wire grippers between them and god’s earth. My hands long to