Tour of King Salmon’s Air Force Base

My son came to visit me in King Salmon, when I worked on the afb. He got to stay in my extra dorm room and eat there for free.

We got a tour of the CAC from a former Master Sergeant who came back as a contractor. He showed us a map with little pins in it. All different heads on them, representing the different teams that had stayed there with their jets.

Each pin represented an engagement with Russian Migs and what have you. It was to say the least, an awesome tour. Those guys never leave their jets. They sleep, eat, workout in the same building their jets are hangared in, while on a deployment. There, fun story about living and working on an afb in Alaska.

Tormenting Your Grown Child Is Possible!

My son is a meticulous person, never a thing out of place (although he never dusts) and he’s probably saved every receipt and card and photo he’s ever gotten.

One night he was coming over for dinner and was meeting a guy I was dating for the first time. Shaun would often come over and I’d always have a giant meal for him (he’s almost 6’4″) and also doesn’t cook. So, I’d send tons of food home with him in my Tupperware containers.

This particular evening he brought a bunch of my containers back in a grocery bag, a paper one. And they weren’t common then either, no idea where he got it. Anyway, in front of my friend, just to torment Shaun (because he’s equally capable of tormenting me) I opened the bag and stuck my face in there and said, “Did you wash them?” Oh to see the look on his face. Really got him good! It still makes me laugh!

Creepy Spider Story

I was helping my husband, the high school teacher set up his room for the school year with nice bulletin boards, etc. I was quietly working on a project at one of the student desks and another teacher was sitting at the teacher’s desk. I had brought a cold bottle of fizzy water, not Poland spring, I forget. Without looking at the bottle, I opened it and took a big swig and set it down. A couple minutes later I looked at it and inside was a huge spider web and a spider.

I’m not a screamer, I just calmly got up and showed the other lady in the room, we both then kind of squealed. We took it to the office, capped it and it was on display the entire school year. There, my own spider story that’s pretty creepy.

There’s a difference between a typhoon and a hurricane.

I was on one of the roadways one night in a Pegasus vehicle, my first week on the job. A 767 JAL, the one with the giant cockpit, was rolling in and I was supposed to do security. The plane rolled to a stopped and I kept waiting for them to turn to one of the Romeo parking spots. Turns out, I was directly in their path. Finally, they shined a landing light on me and I said, “Oh sh**”. and quickly got out of the way.

Next thing I knew the station agent was driving up next to me and the look on his face was what I imagine a kamikaze pilot looked like just before hitting his target. I pulled over and he started screaming at me, “You broke my plane, you go home now.” Over and over. I went in to the office and got someone else to do security that night.

I redeemed myself with him weeks later when he was waiting for a weight and balance that someone else was doing. They had been at the job 11 years by that point and without turning around she asked what the difference between a typhoon and a hurricane was. I explained and in the corner of my eye, I could see him nodding his head and smiling. Yay. Redeemed! The difference by the way is what hemisphere of the earth you’re in. They’re the same.

Someone Saved My Life At a Moody Blues Concert

I saw The Moody Blues with my friend Wendy in about 1999 or so at the Target Center. When they started playing some of their “new stuff” I got up to find the ladies’ room, get a hot pretzel and buy my son a baseball cap. When I went back, I went to the right section but the wrong set of stairs. So, I stood there in the dark nervously looking for my friend while unconsciously taking bite after bite of my pretzel. My throat was dry, too, from being nervous.

Suddenly, I realized I couldn’t swallow and I had a piece of pretzel lodged in my throat. Instead of panicking, I quickly found an usher, did the international sign for I am choking, which is holding a hand up around your throat. I think he knew right away what was up. I turned around and lifted my arms and he did the Heimlich Maneuver on me and pop, out came the pretzel.

I never thought my life would be saved at a Moody Blues concert, but it is kind of appropriate. They used to say so many people sought them out for answers to life’s mysteries. Hence the song, “I’m Just a Singer In a Rock and Roll Band.” Not very many people know this story.

National Dog Day

A friend, Peter, posted a photograph of himself and a Weimeranar saying, A Weimeranar raised me.

I love that breed. I dog sat one that was still a puppy, but full grown. His mom and dad who were newlyweds on their second go-round both, had Weimeranar’s as children (partly why they were attracted to one another). They were actually thinking of getting rid of him because of his big personality and they couldn’t make him mind. When they got home, the mom called and said, “What did you do? This is a different dog. He’s so good now.” I just made him mind. And not in a mean way. It was for his own good, I knew what mom and dad were considering and I had ten days to change their minds.

She asked me, “Did you let him sleep on the bed?” I answered truthfully, “Yes, I did.” She said, we could tell and laughed about it. An They were so grateful and I was happy they kept him.

My National Dog Day Afternoon story. I’m so glad Peter shared the picture. It’s adorable and reminded me of something I did a long time ago and rarely think of. I now live in a rented condo and can’t have pets. There’s not much I can do about that, since rent is ridiculously high in Anchorage and I just don’t have the finances to move. I can, however, appreciate other people’s pets.

Clean Sheet Night!

Clean Sheet Night, is there anything better? Well, yeah, I suppose there is, but what a great feeling it is to get into a bed made up with freshly laundered, smooth, cool, sweet smelling, crisp sheets.

I read in a book about Jacqueline Kennedy Onassis that when she was married to the shipping magnate, her silk sheets were clean everyday. They were changed in the morning for her afternoon nap and changed after her nap for a night of clean sheets and sweet dreams.

When I came home from the hospital following a total hip replacement, I took a couple of weeks off before I went back to work. I was supposed to be up and around doing physical therapy, but even so, I spent quite a lot of time in bed. I was also not used to so much idle time. So, I decided to treat myself and I washed my sheets every other day.

It was tricky making up that bed by myself, but with so much time on my hands, I was in no hurry to get it done. Lying in a bed that had been freshly made up was a way I had of helping myself to heal from such a traumatic surgery.

If you’re going through tough times, especially if you’re all on your own, like I am here in Alaska, do things to comfort yourself. Splurge on a bunch of fresh flowers once in a while, use the good china or wash your sheets every couple of days, so you’re surrounded in comfort. Do little things like that rather than boozing it up or overeating or just sitting and staring at the tv, endlessly.

Clean sheet night for me is usually Saturday night, but if I’m having tough times at work or long distance family problems or maybe I’m a little broke, I might just treat myself to an extra clean sheet night that week.

Clean sheets, my favorite!