Go ahead, make your big "STATEMENT":

Just leave my corgi out of it!!!!!!!!!!

Awww, FOR CRYING OUT LOUD.

Lukas' picture:

Now that's some fine ART.

Does anybody else miss this guy?

Or... is it just me?

Tom! I found your pictures:

Here's the story:

When Tom rode his bike to work in Anchorage he always passed by this house that had a theater in the yard.


On the TV, was an evangelist. (You can just make out his shoulders...) Making sport of it, Tom checked in on this splay whenever he had the chance. It was decided that this evangelist must have had a 24 hour, unlimited pass to public access television. And he seemed to be broadcast constantly for an unlikely, yet endurant, length of time.

After several weeks someone finally shot the TV, in typical Alaskan renegade form.

Begging the question:



My hunch = MOST LIKELY.


The proprietor, not to be deterred by such errant faith, immediately installed another TV featuring the 24 hour evangelist. (Here - you can just make out his head...)

Alaska is hilarious.

Happy Birthday Little Miss!

Happy Mother's Day

Instead of focusing on the bone crushing sadness of not having a Mother anymore, I would rather do sixteen cartwheels, forty Mongolian headsprings, and six splits over this joyous prospect:



TV's most offensive Mom is finally out of a job!

YAY.

Seriously.

YAY.

Happy.

Now, I Lay Me Down To Sleep.

I pray the Lord
My soul to keep.
If I should die before I wake,
I pray the Lord
My soul to take.

A. Randall Sronce - Fan Of Man

I certainly adore him.

Look!

How lightly he may surge through life!

Rarely laden with "bags"!

Take the gun away from him and throw on a pair of "choice" shoes

and...

I really have only good things to say.

(Except - STOP WITH THE WHISTLING. Not the catcall variety, that's harmless. Stop whistling mindless tunes you infernally smug, glib, blameless, cowardly man. I hate "people" who whistle. And, quite frankly, I haven't heard a woman walk around so she could whistle....EVER? Stop it. It's a disgusting habit.)

I'm saying - "choice" shoes.

I think it's within every man's reach to acquire the perfect shoe.

This is all I expect.

This is, pretty much, all I ask.

And yet,

I sit here tonight so gape-mouthedly sad.

This:

a Dansko Clog...

waltzed by me this evening.

On the foot of NOT:
1. a Mom
2. a Lesbian
3. a Nurse

But.

A MAN.

There is not a potential reality to be conjured that would permissibly host the MAN foot that dare don the ---> Dansko Clog.

I am so upset! Just so worked up.

And, look!

My insomnia rears it's knackered head once again.

I wish, wish, wish to GOD and T. JUMHIMBOO that I had never seen it.

Book Club!

Finally!

I am the proud member of a book club.

(I may be the PROUDEST member.)

Here's what we just read:









Did you know that armadillos bury their poop like cats?

Neither did I, until I joined the BOOK CLUB.

Jealous much?

Yeah.

So, here's what we're reading next: