Seriously, we actually paid someone to come up with the slogan “Big Wild Life” for Anchorage. Bring back the dancing moose!
It was all the fault of a snow storm
When my mother was alive and spoke about my birth, the one thing she remembered above all else was the snow storm that raged that day and how my poor dad had to crawl to the hospital with the car. Maybe that’s why I moved to Alaska. Snow is in my blood.
Is this really progress?
I opened the Lifestyles section of our local paper yesterday only to find a full page spread on how Nancy Pelosi is bringing pearls back into fashion. Why is it that I can’t remember one full page fashion spread on Dennis Hastert or any other male House Speaker in all my many decades of life? Why did what she wore while sitting behind Bush when he made his State of the Union address to Congress get prominent mention but no one bothered to comment on what Dick Cheney was wearing? We’ll never really be equal, will we, until the media
Feeding the eagles
It was the look on my brother Phil’s face as I invited him into the eagle mew to rake it out that told me more clearly than anything else that maybe, just maybe, not everyone voluntarily enters an eagle’s pen when the eagle is in residence. He told me he’d take my back and be ready to fling the door open if the eagle attacked but that was as close as he was getting to the whole situation.
I really couldn’t complain. After all, he’d come all the way up from Delaware to spend a week in Alaska and here
Rich Little is still alive?!!!
I can remember sitting in my childhood home with my parents watching Rich Little on Ed Sullivan. Now I find out that the Washington Press Corps has chosen him to give the speech at their annual dinner with the president. For those of you paying attention, this is the same dinner that Steven Colbert addressed so brilliantly last year while Bush sat a few feet away grimacing. Seems the only jokes he can take are the ones he perpetrates on the people of this country by calling them his policies. But even for the gutless wonders that call themselves the
I am so cool
I went to the store the other day with my usual load of cloth bags. As I checked out, the bagger wanted to put my Cornish game hens, which were already double wrapped in plastic, into a plastic bag in case some drop of moisture should escape their double wrap and touch the cloth. I explained that the bags were quite washable and that I did not want any extra plastic if I could avoid it. To which the young man checking me out replied, “You rock”. So now it’s official. I rock.
I’m the decider
I find myself wondering if Bush has little dialogs in his head with one voice saying “I’m the decider” and then another voice comes in and says, “I’m the decider”. And then another voice comes in, let’s call this voice “Reality” and says, “No, you would need a brain capable of holding two thoughts at once in order to be a decider.” And then I realize that this could never really happen because that would be three voices at once in his brain and it would probably explode from the pressure. So could someone very slowly and gently explain to
This is where I draw the line
I brought my diabetic dog to the vet this week to see if I could use my blood-testing machine to test her blood daily for better diabetic control. Right!
Actually, my blood tester would have worked except that no matter where we pricked Blue, we didn’t get enough blood. We tried her ear, her back, her belly and, when the vet started trying around her butt, I called a halt to the proceedings by announcing I was not pricking my dog’s butt on a daily basis. That, apparently, is where I draw the line.
I don’t know who was more
Bird TLC auction
For all you Anchorageans out there who read this, go over to the Bird TLC website and check out our online auction as well as info on our big auction next Saturday at the ConocoPhillips atrium. It sounds like it’s going to be a great night..how can it not be with Mr. Whitekeys doing the hosting? Tickets are available and the birds will appreciate your help. Bird TLC is our wildbird rehab center in Anchorage and it is totally volunteer driven so we can use all the help…and money…you can give. http://www.birdtlc.net
Birthday parties have changed for kids
I have all kinds of pictures of me and my childhood friends at birthday parties. We are sitting around someone’s kitchen table with dorky hats on, a homemade cake in the center and a smiling/grimacing parent in the background. Nary a stretch limo in sight. In fact, I’d venture to guess that my parents’ attitude would be that children do not belong in a stretch limo. On a good day, my dad barely wanted us in his car for fear of the damage we’d do. Now, kids’ parties include live entertainment and stretch limos. Our live entertainment was tossing icing