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Eventful day

December 23rd, 2006 / Categories: Family, Moose Nuggets / 3 Comments »

I went to a friend’s house this morning – we were to learn a new way of seaming our sweaters together. We started this project several months ago – my friend, her sister-in-law and I – we all used the same pattern, different yarns, different sizes. Today we got together for some chat and to learn the sil’s way of seaming. (a very cool way, btw)

As we sat and chatted and shared yummy muffins, the skies opened up and we got dumped on with the white stuff. We finally broke up about, oh, noon or noon-thirty. The sil went to start her car and head up the hill. She has a van, so had parked in a turn-around midway up the hill.

We looked out and saw that she was stuck – actually her tires were slipping on the ice under the snow accumulation and she couldn’t get any traction. So, friend and I went out with a bucket of ashes from her wood stove and tried to put our backs into getting the van up the hill.

Phew! No go. In the meantime, my friend said, Moosie – you go and take your car midway up the hill and park at the turnaround so that you will be able to just jump in and go when sil gets unstuck.

Erm . . . nope – I couldn’t get up enough steam to get the car up the hill – so backed down and tried to make the turn to get to the farthest part of her drive to get a good running start – after sil gets unstuck, that is. (her hubby was on the way with his truck)

Missed the turn, I did – ended up in about 2 feet of snow and ice – settled against a bush. Sigh. Stuck, too – or Stuck Two, the sequel.

Came inside to warm up and accept the accolades I knew my little performance deserved. (heh – good thing my friend loves me, huh?). We had a cuppa and another muffin while we waited for sil’s hubby to come.

We noticed he had arrived just about the time we noticed that he had backed the van down the hill . . . oh, no . . .

and got it stuck again, only further down the hill.

Back outside we all tromped and this time with a bucket of sand to assist the ashes. SIL steered and we all pushed. It was a foot at a time, with liberal application of sand in between, but we finally got the van up the hill.

then it was back down to see what could be done about my car – heh – with me driving and the three of them plus friend’s daughter who had come home pushing, we got it at least out of the deep snow and onto the driveway again. The hubby told me to just back it down into the little cul-de-sac driveway and then make a sharp turn to back up against the horse’s barn so that I could get a good run up the hill and out.

Erm – my backing (in)abilities got me stuck, sir. You drive it out. No, I want to push, he said. So, I asked his wife to do the backing and she did a fine job – even under protest.

Then my friend said she would do the honors and gunned that baby clear up the hill. Yay! I followed the sil to her turn off in Kenai and then came on home. It was nearing 2 (3?) pm I think by the time I got here. Hubby fixed me a sandwich – aww sweet. And I began to thaw back out.

Gonna feel those muscles tomorrow, my friends. I am already feeling them tonight. Ouch!

The Girl came down to learn how to make deviled eggs for Christmas dinner. And we had a surprise!

bonus 

yup, indeedy – a double yolker. Cool, huh?

bonus2 

waiting to be filled – double cavity

meggs 

the finished product – YUM!

Great job, Girl!

 

I got in!

December 22nd, 2006 / Categories: I wanna go home!, Moose Nuggets / 1 Comment »

but the best part . . . I got out!

Was able to visit AV today at the pretrial facility. We had a nice talk – I do feel a bit bad because I had no clue that the prisoners are only allowed two visits – TWO – each week. She will now be unable to have visitors, outside of attorney visits, until next Thursday! Ack! That was NOTon the message phone – nor was it on the website. I understand that it was just recently changed.

Gah! Now she won’t even be able to have a Christmas visit!

But – as I said – we had a nice talk and got some things out and fleshed out and we are on good terms. For that I am thankful.

Please do continue to lift her up – it’s going to be a long road ahead of her.

But, MaryLou left a comment on my original entry about this. She mentioned something about how they (the ever so infamous “they”) treat the visitors like the enemy. Oh, so very true.

I walked up and pushed the button at the gate – and then waited and waited for someone to answer. The wind was cutting right through me! Finally when they did answer I jumped several feet inches because even though I was expecting it, I wasn’t expecting it, you know?

Then I had to wait awhile longer while they checked to make sure I could come in to visit.

When I was admitted to the building I came into a waiting area – nobody was there to greet me, tell me what to do, where to go, or anything. So I took a seat and waited. Another person came in – someone who works there – someone who I recognized from the “outside” and I asked if I was just supposed to wait there. He said yes, and was buzzed inside.

Another person came in – another visitor and she and I chatted for a bit. Finally a young officer came out to greet us and take our id to record the visit – then went back inside, I guess to check on our ids and to make sure we weren’t wanted or something.

A bit later he came out, escorted the previous visitors out, and waited until our people were inside their little cages before he let us enter.

Listen, folks, this is what I would like all of you to know. Even though I have never been incarcerated – even though this was my first time inside a facility such as this – even though I was only visiting . . . tell your kids (and yourself) the same thing I am telling myself – you do NOT want to be there. Blergh! Nasty place.

They are overfull at the moment so my friend is sleeping in the gym! The gym, people! And, they won’t let her do any work. She can read and write, and does both, but she’d like to be able to work off some energy by, oh say, painting the walls or something. She’s been told that the male prisoners are doing that.

Anyway – let’s all stay on the right side of the law – and out of such places.

And, while I am empathetic over her being there, I know that the circumstances are such that she needs to be there for now.

Button Bustin’ Mama Moosie

December 21st, 2006 / Categories: Family, Moose Nuggets / Comments Closed

My dotter da autor!

Lessa writes for The Sourdough.

The Family Way – snerkle – snort – hey! that’s MY line. 😀

ever so proud of you, mah gorlie!

:moose:

No room

December 18th, 2006 / Categories: Moose Nuggets / 2 Comments »

I went to prison yesterday . . .

but they wouldn’t let me in.

Usually I would say that is a good thing – I’m sure you would as well. But this time I really wanted to get in. There is a prisoner there in the pre-trial section that I feel a need to speak with.

For several years now I have been ugly toward this person – and, as I said to her in a note, it was really not her I was angry with . . . my anger/hurt, etc. should have been aimed at another person. THAT person and I are talking about that.

I need to ask the prisoner’s forgiveness, you see.

There is Someone I want to introduce her to – Someone who is leading me to talk with her – Someone who has forgiven me/adopted me - and who will adopt her as His child, also.

But . . . I couldn’t get inside the gate yesterday. She has had too many visitors this week and cannot have visitors until Thursday. I have Friday off, so hope to visit her at that time. They would not even pass on that information to her – I asked them to tell her I had tried to visit and was told rather curtly that they do not do such things.

Ever tried to reason with a metal box attached to a gate with a video camera aimed at your face?

Yeah, didn’t work for me, either.

If you can spare a thought at this Christmas time, won’t you send one upwards for AV? He knows who you mean. It’s a lousy time to spend in a pretrial facility.

thanks, everyone.

:moose:

anyone want . . .

December 13th, 2006 / Categories: Alaska, Moose Nuggets / 1 Comment »

ot buy a jet?

Alaska plans to sell former governor’s folly on e b a y

And – lest you think that is the ONLY reason murky lost the election – oooooooohhhhh noooooooo – taint so. It COULD be because he is so haughty and full of himself – the fact that he doesn’t listen to his constituents (as on the purchase of said jet) – or maybe, just maybe . . . that he pulled some nonsense when he named his own daughter to fill out his US Senate term.

It’s not so much that he named his daughter, but the fact that he was going to do that all along, yet strung out the state’s people AND several other people who thought they might have been given the nod.

Alaska’s people don’t take lightly being made fools of – either in person or in the press. It was pretty common talk about a month into murky’s term of office that he would be a one-termer, that is, a governor who would not have a snowball’s chance in Miami of winning a second election.

He went a long way to make sure he shot himself in his own foot, though – he made an easy target – in a way, we’ll miss that. We’ll have to find some other poor soul to pick at now.

so far – it won’t be the new governor.

Gotta love ‘laskan politics!

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