Category Archive:Moose Nuggets
. . . 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)Â 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.
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Alaska – as seen from the plane on the Vegas return trip.
Come on up and visit us, whydontcha.
so I received a couple of fun emails. Lisa, your answers are on their way. 😉
this is the other:
Aliens? Many will recall that on July 8, 1947, witnesses claim an unidentified object with five aliens aboard crashed on a sheep and cattle ranch just outside Roswell, New Mexico.
This is a well known incident that many say has long been covered up by the US Air Force and the federal government.
However, you may well NOT know that in the month of March 1948, exactly nine months after that historic day, Albert Arnold Gore, Jr.; Hillary Rodham; John F. Kerry; William Jefferson Clinton; Howard Dean; Nancy Pelosi; Dianne Feinstein; Charles E. Schumer; and Barbara Boxer were born. That piece of information has now cleared up a lot of things.The person sending it said it had not been checked out, but it was a fun piece of trivia. Now, I like to check things out and so – here is the information. Only ONE person on the list was actually born in March of 1948 – Al Gore – on the 31st of that month.
Here are the birth months and years of the others. If you want to send a card, you will have to check for yourself on the exact dates. 😉
According to : Political Graveyard (is that a cool name or what!) Al Gore was born on March 31 The rest were go og le d to find . . . Hillary Clinton was born October 1947 – Bill Clinton August 1946 – John Kerry Dec. 1946 – Howard Dean Novermber 1948 – Nancy Pelosi March 1940 -Diane Feinstein June 1933 – Charles E. Schumer November 1950 – – Barbara Boxer November 1940
So – there you go – just a bit more proof that you can’t believe EVERYTHING you read in email – AND – check before you send. 😉 Have a great Thursday everyone.:moose:
So, it would appear that the Buglet’s potty mouth – and Gramma outing him for it (haha) – has resulted in the entire Ladybug family attempting to watch their mouths. Ladybug has set up a chart with 10 photos of each person’s mouth set onto velcro strips. Each time a discouraging word (or potty word) is used, a mouth is taken off the chart and tossed into the bucket.
So far, Buglet is losing out big time.
The oldest – D-bug – has lost one.
Mama has lost a couple.
Daddy has lost four (!!!!)
T-bug and the Princess M have not lost any. They say they don’t intend to. :moose:
Rewards were mentioned – something about gold certificates. I’m not sure. I’m just pulling for it to sink into the Buglet’s wee little head that he will get along better once he can keep his mouth(s) on the line.
Oh, yeah – and the worse part (in his little mind, of course) is that crying doesn’t cut it – he still has to take the mouth off the line himself and put it into the bucket himself.
insert Gramma’s laughter here. :moose: