Category Archive:Moose Nuggets

Headed off to men’s group last night – pulled onto the side road behind a pick-em-up hauling a snowmachine trailer – big enough to hold 4 machines. We both stopped at the light before going onto the highway.

And then . . . .

He backed up – I started honking my horn and yelling – neither of which he apparently heard as he continued backing up and into my little plastic bodied saturn.

And then . . .

the light changed – and he pulled forward and through the intersection. I had unhooked my seatbelt and was getting ready to get out of the car to see what damage might have been done – thinking he was going to get out and check out the damage himself.

Instead he drove off toward town – with me in hot pursuit – still honking the horn and yelling. He pulled into the middle lane – I pulled into the outer lane next to him and finally came even with the front of his truck – the young woman in the passenger seat looked at me and I yelled YOU HIT ME – PULL OVER!

They did – at the entrance to the nearby wally-world. I pulled in behind, got out with notepad in hand and asked his name – as I pointed to the front of the car and repeated – this time where he could hear me – you backed into me at the light – and then you drove away.

He gave me name and number and asked me what I wanted to do – checked the damage and said “I’ll fix it and give you some money, too.”

Sigh – yes, he has that kind of money and money talks – but I am deaf. I did call the police to make a report – they asked us to stay where we were and came out – one officer to write the report – then another with a new office along for the ride – and the learning experience. She took several pictures and wrote in her log book before leaving.

The officer in charge took our documents, called us in with license check, gave us the paperwork we needed to send in for proof of insurance, checked with me to make sure I really didn’t want to see the guy cited, then sent me on my way. I arrived at class only a few minutes late.

I snapped some pictures today – the main damage is confined to scratches on the bumper where the trailer came up and over, then scraped as it pulled away . . . and the license plate holder which was popped out of the bumper.

The other driver talked with hubbymoose today and will come over Sunday (after he gets home from snowmachining with those machines in the trailer) to get the car and “fix it.” We’ll see.

The adrenaline has gone now – and I can even smile about it. After all, I live in Alaska – I make my own fun.

Oh, great! My leg is shaking!

Marta’s Bug was stopped at a 4-way.

I hate hills, I hate hills, I hate hills. The thoughts bounced in tempo with her foot.

Breathe, Marta, breathe. You can do this. Remember what Dad said. “Release the clutch slowly and give it some gas. When the clutch engages, give it more gas and you won’t stall on hills.”

Easy for YOU to say, Dad, Marta argued in her mind. You don’t have a line of cars behind you waiting for you to move.

Well, it won’t move itself, Marta. Shifting gears, she eased forward.
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This week’s 100 Word Challenge from Velvet Verbosity is ENGAGES. Hubby moose taught me to drive a stick shift when we were dating – long, long ago. I can still remember how my legs shook with nerves every time we stopped on a hill or at a light. But, he told me that if I learned to drive a stick, I’d be able to drive anything. So – hats off to every teen learning to drive – you can do it! Ease the clutch and give ‘er some gas and go!

The title is in honor of my soon to be 7 year old youngest grandson. Isaiah loves to play Yellow Car when we are driving. I think Marta’s Bug should be yellow to give me a head start.

okay – folks, we would like to have your help. These came in donations today:

We have NO clue what they are. They were with a lot of kitchen tools, so we think maybe they belong in someone’s kitchen drawer with spatulas and the like. One of them has a picture and some wording on it – a chicken on a nest with an (R), and “stainless” “Taiwan” and the number 3.

As you can see in the third picture, when you squeeze it together the thin flat part goes through a hole in a tweezers like motion.

So, folks . . . do you know what these are? If you know and post a comment I will send you a pair of the mini mittens.

If you do NOT know, but want to play – post a comment with your best guess as to what these are – what their purpose might be. The BEST guess will also receive a pair of mini mittens.

Ready – set – GO COMMENT. 🙂

Pot bellied pig!

Bull headed prig!

Lazy sum-bitch!

What makes him think he knows so durned much anyways?

Why, if they’da let ME do the job, I’da . . .

Drives around in his fancy pimp mobile of a car – thinks he’s better’n all of us

The grumbles centered on the most recent town meeting. No stuffy brick and mortar, fancy schmancy ivied hall Рthis meeting of the minds was carried out over coffee at the greasy-spoon caf̩ on Main St.

Hizzoner the mayor stepped on toes that day and this crowd was having none of it.
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Written for Velvet Verbosity’s 100 Word Challenge: Honor.

I think every town must have this group of men – they come in different sizes and shapes, but they all gather around a table come Saturday morning to cuss and discuss the latest hijinks of the mayor and legislators. This is a glimpse into small town Kenai.

Spent an hour or so down at the beach this morning to catch what I hoped would be another glorious sunrise. I took pictures at about 7-8 minute intervals – haven’t put them all here, but here is a sampling.

I really like the one with the sunrise reflected in the hood of my car. Sort of a double wow effect. The next ones were taken from the top of the bluff looking out over the Kenai River and Cook Inlet. My favorite is the second one – and I will likely make some copies of it in its full glory. The last is a shot of the Eric Hansen Scout Park as I was leaving – it is dedicated to a young man we watched grow up – he was stricken by brain cancer several years ago – the oldest of two sons of friends of ours. Their youngest son was lost several years previously in a freak accident in Seward – he fell into a stream and was washed into Ressurrection Bay – his body was never recovered.

These are thumbnails (click to see larger version) of reduced sized pictures. Enjoy – but remember Who the Painter is. I’m glad that He allows me to share His beauty.