Also, the Festival of Native Arts is held on the Univ. of Alaska Fairbanks campus, so when I was going to school there, I could stop and watch dancing between classes.
Oh, yes. I used to wander up there when I went to West Valley. Very cool. That is one of the few things I miss about AK - the very real presence of Native culture, even in the cities. Here, notsomuch. Actually, libkitty, if you're wandering over to Fairbanks at any time, let me know and I can put you in contact with my mom, if you'd like. She teaches at West now.
And y'all are very sweet. I can assure you that it is quite possible to not love me at all, but since I adore all y'all, it's wonderful to have the sentiment returned.
I can assure you that it is quite possible to not love me at all,
This makes no sense to me. But then I may still be boggled because JZ has just related to me the fairytale of "The Mouse, The Bird and The Sausage" which is the craxiest fairtyle I've ever heard. As she noted, "When you hear that title you don't expect the Sausage to be a character, like Aqua Teen Hunger Force."
libkitty has a new tag.
But then I may still be boggled because JZ has just related to me the fairytale of "The Mouse, The Bird and The Sausage"
I read that in my German fairy tales class. It was fun. I wonder if I still have my notes.
How can it be spring when it snowed today?
Ha. Sounds like Utah, or just about any mountain location. We've got the possibility of more snow come Monday.
I did my two boxes, and I retaped all of the boxes I never unpacked from the last time I moved.
MIL is in town for Annabel's birthday, and tonight we went out to dinner at a Characteristic Local Eatery, which in Seattle means salmon (Ivar's Salmon House, for those people that actually means something to). DH got the king salmon, MIL got the keta, and I was the oddball who got the pork tenderloin. All of it was alder-smoked and dee-lish-us. I'd brought toys and snacks for Annabel, and she was very good.
We tried to feed her stuff from our plate. At first she was fine--thoughtfully interested in the garlic mashed potatoes and my mashed sweet potatoes. But then we attempted to give her little bits of the pork and the salmon, which both had a strong, rich smoky flavor. Dee. lish. us. I've never seen her make such a face, and she started refusing everything we offered her except the zwieback and animal crackers from my purse!
Tomorrow she's supposed to get chocolate cake at her party. I wonder if she's going to be so distrusting of anything we offer that she won't be willing to try it.
I did my two boxes, and I retaped all of the boxes I never unpacked from the last time I moved.
This is progress. Tell you what - I'll buy you a drink on Halloween weekend for every 3 boxes you pack. Huh? Good deal, eh.
Hec, that fairy tale sound fantastic. I still want to find the other tale JZ was talking about - the one with the child sick in bed.
Ivar's Salmon House
Teh Yum. Don't worry, Susan. It may take a while, but Annabel will eventually come around to The Yummy Way Of Eating. You just have to wait for her tastebuds to realign. And for tomorrow? Who can deny the appeal of chocolate cake? No one, and certainly not a child of yours.
This is progress. Tell you what - I'll buy you a drink on Halloween weekend for every 3 boxes you pack. Huh? Good deal, eh.
Um, you've seen my shopping habits. Do you maybe want to reconsider that offer?
Um, you've seen my shopping habits. Do you maybe want to reconsider that offer?
As the shopping habits have often benefited me, nope.
Hee. I will probably end up with about 60 boxes though, so don't say you weren't warned.
