Don Young is threatening retribution against those who voted against the feds building roads for logging in the Tongass. What happened to the supposed fiscal consdervatives that were once the Republican Party? We spend $2.5 million building the roads with our tax dollars and get $105,000 back from the timber industry for timber sales. Boy, I want to get in on that deal. My company is more than willing to let the feds pay me a million dollars to clear a path to my office that is frequently inaccessible because of bird poo from the parrots. And I would be
My family eats dandelion salad
My gardener for some obscure reason has decided that it’s more important for her to be in Fairbanks for the birth of her great granchild rather than in my yard deciding what are weeds and what have the potential to be called flowers. One of the three trees I planted last year looks like it gave up on life sometime this past winter. The moose have nibbled on the other two causing them to show great signs of growing into bushes rather than trees. And I’m figuring that if my family eats dandelion salad, then I don’t have to count
Mormon Church provides helping hands
Bird TLC is pretty much an all volunteer organization. This means not having staff to do some routine stuff that should probably occur on a yearly basis. That would include cleaning out the mew yard next to the building. In my six years as a volunteer there, I have watched as each winter faded away and the yard went from a slightly ugly snowy wonderland to summer in Calcutta ….and not the upscale section of that town.
So it was with some excitement that I heard about plans to finally take rake to ground and try to make the place
It’s garden season….bummer!
It’s garden season here in Alaska and once again I’m being told that paving over my entire yard is not technically considered gardening. So I guess I’ll have to get supergardener Pat over to help me. Otherwise, I’m back to considering dandelions pretty yellow flowers.
Another booking just in
My sister has officially confirmed her trip here along with two friends. While I look forward to offering them my home after their hospitality to me every time I’ve gone East, I have to wonder if, in the general scheme of things, it will matter that I ran out of money while redoing my floor and so it abruptly stops in the hallway and reverts back to ugly utilitarian gray carpet from the lovely fake tiles I’m putting down. You can always tell a home where the animals rule. All the carpet has been replaced with easily cleanable floor surfaces.
Mother’s Day
On Mother’s Day I can only think of one thing…guilt, the gift my mother gave me that keeps on giving.
It’s just amazing
My sixteen year old dog. who is blind in one eye and has a cataract growing in the other…my dog who routinely stands facing the closet door waiting for me to open it so we can go on our walk because he can’t remember that it’s the door on the other wall that leads to outside…my dog who barks at all the trash cans in the driveways on trash day because he thinks they are other dogs…managed to somehow see the new puppy across the street playing in the circle from his second floor balcony window and now spends most
So why does CSI still confuse me?
I now have a 42 inch screen on my TV. I thought for sure once I could see things more clearly I’d understand what was going on. Yet I still find myself halfway through CSI wondering what the hell is going on and why everyone thinks the little purple dot is significant. Sigh…maybe it wasn’t the size of the screen after all. Maybe I’m just not meant to understand that show.
It’s a three step process
I don’t know how you get rid of the crap in your house. Maybe you don’t. Maybe when you die you will be found surrounded by remote controls for TVs you haven’t owned in thirty years and paper bags that were too pretty to throw out because you knew that someday they would be the perfect wrap for some as yet unpurchased gift…that would probably come with its own pretty bag anyway…unless you got it at a rummage sale in which case don’t give it to me. Anyhow, this all comes to mind because I have recently done the three
The judge was right. He only deserves a whimper.
There is that knee jerk part of me that not only wanted to see Zaccarias Moussaoui put to death, but wanted it to happen in a particularly painful way. The rational and civilized part of me, of course, is horrified by that that thought.
The biggest part of me, however, is glad he got a life sentence instead. Why? Because it galls me to think that by imposing the death sentence we would have given him exactly what he wanted – martyrdom.
It is clear from following the stories about this man that he is an incompetent bumbler who, if