I’m getting ready to go to Anchorage, Alaska for a long trip, house-sitting and hanging out with family and friends.
Anybody want a postcard?
I’m serious. Lots of people are curious about the Last Frontier, so I’ve decided to be an ambassador for the state in which I lived for 17 years.
Anyone who’d like to get a colorful and/or tacky postcard should send his or her name and address to SurvivingAndThriving@live.com. Please include your screen name, too, so I’ll know to whom I’m writing. If a lot of people respond, I might not be able to get to them all. But I’ll do my best.
And if no one responds? My feelings will be hurt. You don’t want that sin on your soul, do you?
It may sound weird to send your name and address to someone you don’t know. But heck, you do it all the time when you order stuff online – and you tack on a credit card number for good measure.
I promise I will not use your contact info for direct mail marketing, nor will I add you to any chain letters. I won’t insist that you tack on a credit card, either.
“Sex and the City 2,” chocolate and live ammo
You have until 9 p.m. PDT Monday to sign up to win the “Carrie necklace” or some Godiva chocolate. To enter, leave a comment at the “Necks and the city” blog post.
And you have five days more days until “Sex and the City 2” opens. I watched a preview online yesterday and it looks as though the film contains the same trappings that made the TV series so popular: Outrageously lithe women wearing outrageously stylish clothing and Always Being There For Each Other.
It’s amazing how skinny those women are. Myself, I haven’t been a size 5 since I was five.
Maybe my niece and I will see it in Anchorage and go try on clothes afterwards — which reminds me of the time my good friend Linda Billington and I went to a firing range to shoot pistols at silhouettes of men after seeing “Thelma and Louise.”
This is your rifle, this is your gun…
My then-husband met us there, because he planned to write a newspaper column about it. Here’s the thing, though: He had no experience with firearms. He was shooting at a picture of a bear and doing a pretty bad job of it, mostly winging in the foot and shoulder.
“Honey, you’re just pissing it off,” I remember saying.
I also remember that he did not take that very well.
Additionally, he seemed to get a bit tight-jawed about my success with the Glock. When I was a kid my dad used to take my brother and me to shoot at soda cans in a sand wash. It had been several decades since I’d fired a gun, but some things you just never forget.
Thus I got a few shots in or near the 10-ring and the rest in the general gut vicinity. The paper dude was going to die, and he was going to die slowly. Call him Splat Stanley.* All that “Thelma and Louise” rage had to go somewhere.
I suppose this is as good a place as any to mention that I was once in a shotgun tournament with Sarah Palin.** But I’ll tell you about that some other time.
Remember always to wear ear and eye protection when shooting.
*This is a reference to “Flat Stanley,” and is funny only if you read children’s books.
**P.S. Sarah didn’t win then, either.
Splat Stanley — Hah! Also, “Honey, you’re just pissing him off.” Too funny, DF! Oh, have the best time up there — will you still be posting? The fjords (are there any left??) the bears, the blueberries. . .
And please, do spill the beans on Sarah Palin. I do solemnly swear to not make one political comment . . .
@Priskill: Oh, I’ll keep posting. I’m sure there will be plenty of material. Now that I no longer live there, I realize how strange a place it really is — at the time, everything seemed totally normal.
And if you want a postcard, send me your address. I’ll try to find the postcard that features the famous Mr. Whitekeys, whose nightclub was featured in my “Dr. Demento and the desecrated turkey” post.
Travel safely. I learned a lot about your home state from our chat & have put “A Fed Bear Is A Dead Bear” in email more than once to the person in question.
Blue skies, enjoy yourself and make sure the Internet is plugged in up there.
Another Y chromosome checks in! Thanks for coming by, George, and keep reading the site — I plan to slip all sorts of Alaska references in, to balance out all the New Jersey ones. I’ve lived in two very extreme states.
Oh Boy!! I tried to email my address — have a GREAT time!! Thanks!
I sent a postcard request via regular email. Don’t forget your Jersey girl friend. I like the Deadliest Catch guys. ( hint, hint. 😉 ) God bless and God speed on your journey
Alane: You and I both know that Jersey girls are unforgettable.
Hee! That’s a great story. Male journalists seem to have no sense of humor, eh? At least, no appreciation for female humor. 😉
I’ll send you my address, which you can easily find anyway, since I’m inviting the AZ bloggerettes over to my house for our next shindig.
Discovery from my dentist: if your crown is in the back, get a gold crown. They don’t cost much more than the white ones, they fit better & so are more comfortable, and they’re practically indestructible. My doc thinks mine will last for the rest of my lifetime.
I sent an email. I hope I get a postcard! Thank you.