Scribblings

For one brief moment yesterday it was snowing here and actually starting to look like an Anchorage winter. Then everything melted before I could even enjoy the wetness. And now we’re back to brown, ugly and icy. Let this winter end since it clearly has no idea how to be a winter.

Would you let him kiss you or would you scream OUCH like his daughter did when he tried to kiss her goodbye? I think the man is a nasty freak and don’t blame his daughter for screaming. She is old enough to realize she shares his genes. That has to be both a scary and sobering thought.

So I lost my shirt at the penny slots… and trust me, no one wants to see me without my shirt. Even I don’t look in the mirror until I’m dressed. But I spent three days with three special ladies who made it wonderful no matter what the cost. And I don’t plan to look at my credit card for a long time to come so I don’t have to figure that cost out.

My mother taught me to never speak ill of the dead. So I find there is nothing I can say about Scalia except I sure wish it had been a different Italian who was the first to make it to the Supreme Court.

Vegas has once again disappointed me. Guess I’ll just have to come back next year and hope the penny slots are nicer to me because at this rate, I can’t fully retire until I’m 90.

Seriously, shouldn’t I win at least once every hour or so?

Seem to be having a bit of a problem securing my financial future through those damn penny slots. They keep taking my money instead of giving me extra back.

But… today two of the most wonderful young ladies in the whole world… and the mom who helped make them that way… are joining me. So life is good.

Off for my annual girls’ week in Vegas. Planning to once again secure my financial future via the penny slots.

Hey! It’s bound to work one of these years.

Joe came over to bring me flowers for my birthday with his mom. I finally remembered to return a little car that he’d left at my house a few years ago and I had carefully saved for him. He and his mom visited for about 30 minutes during which time we were only in my living room and office. And yet, when he was leaving, he couldn’t find the car. Neither could we. How do little boys do that? I swear it just de-materialized in his hand. And I also know that I will not find it again until I

SARAHPAC, our very own half governor’s fund to keep her “relevant “, paid out $66,000 last year for speech writers. I have only two things to say about that. One, Sarah has speech writers? And two, I want some of whatever those speech writers are using when they crafts her speeches. That must be some very special stuff.