I will hopefully be in San Diego waiting for my connecting flight to Tucson. God how I hate night flights. God how I hate flying period during the summer. God how I hate fliying period anymore. It’s a horrible experience and there is little other than strong drugs – that I don’t have – that can make it more pleasant.
Here’s what’s fun about being old
Not a damn thing.
For some kids, graduation has a different meaning
It’s graduation season, a time of life changes for young people and their parents. I recently went to South’s graduation to watch a very special young man in my life graduate into what I fully expect to be a productive, contributing adulthood…even if his parents are a little nervous about that possibility right now. Senioritis can be a difficult disease for parents to live through.
Unfortunately, the kids I work with rarely have the kind of graduations that entail getting dressed up and notifying the relatives. They do have graduations. But it’s just not the same when you are graduating
Just to cement my reputation
On the off chance my neighbors don’t already pull their kids inside when the weird lady with the old dog goes walking by, I have now purchased a carry case for my African Grey parrot, Adbul, to take walks with me. It’s like a birdie front pack. So far, he’s less than enthused judged by the amount of time he spends on the walk trying to chew his way out.
Kids cutting on themselves
There is an article in the paper today that says that more kids are cutting on themselves to inflict pain and thus relieve stress. Boy, makes my old habit of downing a bag of jelly beans and a box of Tastykakes seem mundane by comparison.
Here’s why dogs are so cool
They simply don’t care if you skip your shower on Sunday. They’ll still cuddle with you.
It really is a drug
I had my birds fed, my dog snuggled in for his morning nap to get over the rigors of his long night’s sleep, my latte in hand and my computer turned on. Life was good. Then I hit the sign on button and found out my Internet connection was down. It was as though I was jonesing for a crack fix and someone accidentally spilled the contents of the spoon…ok, I may be mixing metaphors there since I don’t know if you actually cook crack the way heroin gets cooked but give me a break. I’m old and it’s hard
Seriously, what is our problem?
In a world full of AIDS, war and neo-cons, why is anyone interested in a baby made by two B (at best) level actors who have done little to deserve the hysteria that seems to be surrounding the birth of their child. Unless, of course, you know something I don’t about this child being the next coming of god on earth. If so, I think it’s appropriate that this time around She’s showing her feminine side.
Is this an old joke
There is an old joke about a certain southern state that will remain unnamed. According to the joke, the state has a new license plate motto that reads, “Ten million people, ten last names.” Here in Alaska, we have a Murkowski running against a Knowles, we have two Stevens, a Murkowski, a Young and a Begich in political office and I have to wonder. These are the same names I’ve heard for thirty years. Is Alaska the state of six hundred and fifty thousand people and six politicians? Do these families meet at some secret location and divy up the
The cost of a gallon of gas
My parents were part of the generation that weathered the Depression, WW II and the Lawrence Welk Show. In the 1960s, they watched as the cost of living inched inexorably upward, eating into their American Dream and making them even more cautious with their money.
Every holiday we would drive from Atlantic City to Philadelphia to celebrate with family. My father would go to the gas station and ask for a very specific amount of gas – maybe $2 worth, maybe $10 later on. You never said, “Fill it up”. My mother explained that if you said that, the gas