tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30204318.post116162585099424602..comments2023-06-17T07:39:44.593-07:00Comments on A girl and her dogs: Ronery. I'm so ronery.AKbushbabyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07648154317420233293noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30204318.post-1161825484508224582006-10-25T18:18:00.000-07:002006-10-25T18:18:00.000-07:00That photo after the mortar incident made it into ...That photo after the mortar incident made it into the FFA Newsroom slideshow.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30204318.post-1161817533763220562006-10-25T16:05:00.000-07:002006-10-25T16:05:00.000-07:00Hey, thanks for the mention in your blog. I was t...Hey, thanks for the mention in your blog. I was trying to stay in cognito, but, Sam must have smoked me out. I enjoyed the reading of your entire site last week after Sam sent me a link. Well, he thought he sent me a link, but, his tremondous spelling ability got to him again. I found it after doing a websearch of your names.<BR/><BR/>Great Cabin! I, too, want to see more pics. Keep them coming. It is pretty cool to check out what you guys have been doing and the progress you have made on the homestead. I still laugh at the pic of Sam right after the cell phone met the mortar bucket. I'm keeping it to show my stupidvisor the next time she tries to get me to take a cell phone for my work. Mortar Happens!<BR/><BR/>Later,<BR/><BR/>Chris.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30204318.post-1161802822996646932006-10-25T12:00:00.000-07:002006-10-25T12:00:00.000-07:00I have become a follower of your Blog because I am...I have become a follower of your Blog because I am enamored with your dog operation and you write a mean line. I'm not sure I'd be too wild about your version of Chef Salad though!<BR/><BR/>I found you via my niece's blog who works for the FAA and is a friend of your husband Sam, Tracy Smith. I noticed the link to "Alaskan Friends", followed it and have checked on you weekly ever since. <BR/><BR/>Keep up the good prose and the progress you have made on your home in the wilderness. I am in awe. <BR/>Marty bAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30204318.post-1161712254648539372006-10-24T10:50:00.000-07:002006-10-24T10:50:00.000-07:00I didn't lose that much. Upon closer inspection la...I didn't lose that much. Upon closer inspection last night, I sliced mostly nail off with just a little tip. So, sadly, Sam and I won't be stubby buddies just yet. I met a guy in Finland who was missing the same amount on the same hand as Sam. It was creepy.AKbushbabyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07648154317420233293noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30204318.post-1161670294896718792006-10-23T23:11:00.000-07:002006-10-23T23:11:00.000-07:00If you did come over for salad and found something...If you did come over for salad and found something crunchy, we'll say it's a crouton. Yeah, that's it. A crouton. I'm trying not to have accidents, but I'm prone. I ran over my leg with the four-wheeler today. And got bit again. My bruises and scars are growing in number. Franken-musher. <BR/>I'll put some cabin pics up tomorrow.AKbushbabyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07648154317420233293noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30204318.post-1161654238608621842006-10-23T18:43:00.000-07:002006-10-23T18:43:00.000-07:00Remind me not to eat salad at your place any time ...Remind me not to eat salad at your place any time soon. I suppose you sewed up your own finger! Please, please, please . . . no more accidents - you have us all worried and we can't take it any more.<BR/><BR/>Any more cabin pics?<BR/><BR/>PS - good one marge - finger chapsAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30204318.post-1161635910635283382006-10-23T13:38:00.000-07:002006-10-23T13:38:00.000-07:00You only cut your finger so it would destroy the e...You only cut your finger so it would destroy the evidence, now that the FBI has your fingerprints. There was an X-Files once where the guy cut off the tips of all his fingers so he didn't leave fingerprints at his crime scenes. Or maybe it was a creepy movie I saw. Maybe it was Canuck that relocated to the depths of Alaska to escape detection from the mounties. Hmmm. Do they sell chaps for your fingers? margeAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com