Monthly Archives:September 2006

A little girl was talking to her teacher about whales.
The teacher said it was physically impossible for a whale to swallow a human because even though it was a very large mammal its throat was very small.
The little girl stated that Jonah was swallowed by a whale.
Irritated, the teacher reiterated that a whale could not swallow a human; it was physically impossible.
The little girl said, “When I get to heaven I will ask Jonah”.
The teacher asked, “What if Jonah went to hell?”
The little girl replied, “Then you ask him “.

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A Kindergarten teacher was observing her classroom of children while they were drawing. She would occasionally walk around to see each child’s work.
As she got to one little girl who was working diligently, she asked what the drawing was.
The girl replied, “I’m drawing God.”
The teacher paused and said, “But no one knows what God looks like.”
Without missing a beat, or looking up from her drawing, the girl replied, “They will in a minute.”
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A Sunday school teacher was discussing the Ten Commandments with her five and six year olds. After explaining the commandment to “honor” thy Father and thy Mother, she
asked, “Is there a commandment that teaches us how to treat our brothers and sisters?”
Without missing a beat one little boy (the oldest of a family) answered, “Thou shall not kill.”
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One day a little girl was sitting and watching her mother do the dishes at the kitchen sink. She suddenly noticed that her mother had several strands of white hair sticking out in contrast on her brunette head.
She looked at her mother and inquisitively asked, “Why are some of your hairs white, Mom?”
Her mother replied, “Well, every time that you do something wrong and make me cry or unhappy, one of my hairs turns white.”
The little girl thought about this revelation for a while and then said, “Momma, how come ALL of grandma’s hairs are white?”
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The children had all been photographed, and the theacher was trying to persuade them each to buy a copy of the group picture. “Just think how nice it will be to look at it when you are all grown up and say, ‘There’s Jenniver, she’s a lawyer,’ or ‘That’s Michael, he’s a doctor.’ ”
A small voice at the back of the room rang out, “and there’s the teacher, she’s dead.”

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A teacher was giving a lesson on the circulation of the blood. Trying to make the matter clearer, she said, “Now, class, if I stood on my head, the blood, as you know, would run into it, and I would turn red in the face.”
“Yes,” the class said.
“Then why is it that while I am standing upright in the ordinary position the blood doesn’t run into my feet?”
A little fellow shouted, “Cause your feet ain’t empty.”
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The children were lined up in the cafeteria of a Chatholic elementary school for lunch. At the head of the table was a large pile of apples. The nun made a note, and posted on the apple tray:
“Take only ONE. God is watching.”
Moving further along the lunch line, at the other end of the table was a large pile of chocolate chip cookies.
A child had written a note, “Take all you want. God is watching the apples.”

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Somewhere in there – okay – a LOT of places in there – are my grandchildren – esp. the one and only, irrascible, PUP. Heh! The joys of being a Gramma/Nana Moosie

Montana Meth Project

. . . shot up – well, not actually – we used limes

. . . learned to make meth – well, not actually, but we heard the recipe

It was our monthly staff meeting – and a KPD officer attended to train us on drugs – and that included handling a “kit” and shooting up a lime. I held the lighter under the spoon and heated up the water with white granules in it – okay it was salt – and then my partner filled the syringe and gave the lime a saltwater high.

The meth recipe? Scarey stuff, people. Don’t do that stuff. Do you have ANY idea what is in that crap? Whoosh!

And – inhalants – omg! Whip-its! Kids do NOT try this at home.

I like my brain cells – the ones that have not leaked out along my gray hair – just where they are, thankyouverymuch.

And, that my friends is todays public service announcement.

28 years ago we emigrated to Alaska from Ohio.

Unlike many who come via the Al-Can Highway, we flew in on a 747 from Chicago. We had never flown before and we were excited. We had flown from Columbus on a smaller plane (sorta like the ones I had trouble with on my last trip out :s)

Hubby had flown up two weeks before us to start his job as caretaker of a fish packing plant. Our job that winter was to keep an eye on the plant and on the boats drydocked in the yard.

I had stayed behind to finish closing up the house, selling off the last of the furniture, and say goodbye to my relatives and my friends from church.

The day we left Columbus, Ladybug (3 at the time) left her “uh-oh” (her frazzled pink blankie) in my friend’s car. We didn’t realize until the plane had taken off and she began to scream – something she continued for most of that long trip. (My friend sent it to us as soon as she realized – but those were a long couple of weeks without it.)

We had about 3 hours in Chicago to wait for the next flight. The girls calmed down enough to eat something and begin to people watch with me. Oh – I forgot to add – that was back in the day when people dressed up for planes; I was in heels and dress and dressy coat! (whattanidjit!) And, I was miserable – especially my poor feet.

We boarded the 747 and were delighted at the difference between the two planes. (I think the first was a 727 or something) I remember thinking that if we keep going up in class of plane, this flying stuff is not so bad. (Lessa’s (8 at the time) favorite thing, btw, on the bigger plane was the man who talked with us about his seat “companion”, an atomic clock. )

Ha! and again I say HA!

We arrived in Anchorage late – and we ran to the gate for the connection to Kenai.

and we stopped short when we saw the plane for which we had just run . . . omg! it was TEENY – a twin otter. Sensing a cheechaker (aka cheechako – aka NEWCOMER), the man next to me grinned and recited “AAI, the only way to die” and “oh, look, that’s the one with the square wheel!”

I glared as I calmed first myself and then the girls. He smirked. Nowadays I can appreciate his humor and have found myself saying pretty much the same thing.You know, we just test the mettle of newcomers.

You see, you either ARE or ARE NOT an Alaskan pretty much from the time your feet touch the soil/tarmac/air space. We were – and are – Alaskans. At least, small town Alaskans. Anchorage is just a little Columbus. Fun to visit – fun to shop in – fun to DO things in – but much more fun to LEAVE to come home to little Kenai.

Alaska has been good to us. It has been a great town in which to raise our babies and in which to see our grandbabies grow up. We have made friends (and, probably enemies) here. We rub shoulders with politicians every day – they live in our neighborhoods – and we have NO compunction about getting in their faces about something they did or said.

You know, barely two weeks after our arrival we attended a birthday party of some church friends and met the (at that time) future governor. They’re just people here.

As of today I have lived in only two cities and two states in my life – and have been in each for 28 years. Not many folks can say that. (unless they were born somewhere and never moved from there – but enough about my old classmates!)

Not only have I fallen in love with the people, but with the state. I was land-locked in Ohio – no mountains – no water. Here? We have mountains on either side of us – and water . . . the Kenai River and Cook Inlet. We are blessed. And, I am still in thrall over that blessing of beauty.

mountains 

Alaska – as seen from the plane on the Vegas return trip.

Come on up and visit us, whydontcha.

You mean I don’t? (live on a different continent, that is) Would you please tell every shipper that bit of information? When I am told that I am not part of the continental United States, I smile (okay, sneer) into the phone and ask sweetly (honest, I do) “and what continent do you live on?” Only to hear – well, you know what I mean? “No, I don’t, really. I live on the North American continent – do you live in India or somewhere else?” Ummm – no. “Ahhh, I thought not. You see, (youngling) we both live in the same hemisphere – on the same continent – you must mean that I do not live in the contiguous states – is that right?” Ummm – yes, maam – but you still have to pay extra shipping.

sigh.

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