I didn't really do a whole lot this last weekend. I mean, I was busy: daddy bootcamp at Providence Hospital (very helpful), cooking a bunch of lasagna for friends who came over for dinner Saturday night, and riding 50 miles to the top of Hiland Drive with Carina. But not that much happened that would warrant national TV coverage.
But just a block from my apartment on Saturday, the former Gov (a.k.a. the Quitta from Wasilla) was handing out hotdogs. I managed to completely forget she was out there. (I wonder if she or her supporters noticed all the Obama bumper stickers in the neighborhood; the area I live in is like little-Berkeley -- our state rep is a Democrat and ran unopposed with something like 92% of the vote.) But I kind of wish I'd wandered over; if only to play tourist in my own neighborhood.
Sunday, in Fairbanks, as everyone with a television/radio/newspaper knows, Mrs. Palin stepped down from the job she'd worked so hard to get (and then ignore since last August). Television programs had fun with it. At least the TV shows that I watch.
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I imagine daddy bootcamp involves tossing full diapers into a diaper genie grenade-style and mastery of stealth infiltration techniques such as getting another beer from the fridge at night without waking the baby. I'm in the ballpark, right?
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