Wednesday, December 14, 2011

Trapping Adventures

So I've begun to follow Greg when he goes and checks his trap line.  I've gone with him 3 times now, however the most recent was the first time that I'd brought my ipod and I was able to snap some pictures.

This is Greg.  He traps.
Yesterday was amazing.  We left around 12:30.  It was snowing a little but it was warm out.  As the day progressed it stopped snowing and blue sky even peeked through the clouds.  On our way up and over a hill we ran into a flock of ptarmigan.  All I could think was I wish I had my shotgun!  Sadly I don't have a way to carry it with me yet.  (I just ordered a strap for it though.)  We kept cruising and there was a dead rabbit and land otter tracks by the side of the road by the gravel pit.  Greg stopped and picked up the half a bunny carcass and tossed it in his sled.  The first part of the trap line is through Christmas tree trail.  There was only one marten that had got eaten by mice.  Greg had been gone for a week so he had to rebait and reset almost all of the traps.  We finished that part of the line and then drove towards the river to check the traps by the bank.  There was a fox!  He was tangled up in trees with his foot in a trap.

Fox caught with a foot trap.
This was the hard part for me.  I'd never seen an animal die before.  I've caught fish and cut them up, but fish are different than furry, live creatures.  Greg strangled the fox.  :(  And then reset the snares.  I carried the poor critter back to the sled and Greg put him in the bag.


We tried going on the river up to Ayyu's but the river had some overflow.  So we turned around and went back along Christmas tree trail and up over land to Ayyu's after we turned off the road and were cruising on the tundra when Greg spotted something off to our right.  We stopped our snowmachines and he pulled out his gun and took a look through the scope.  There was another fox!  We moved a little closer and he took aim and fired off some shots while the fox zigged and zagged off in the distance.  Greg reloaded and we moved closer to the fox, shot some more and we repeated the process moving again, this time cutting the fox off from the treeline.  Greg hit him this time and had to reload one more time.  We waited a few minutes to let the fox tire himself out and then went to look for him.  We drove up and saw tracks headed up the hill so we went that direction and never saw the fox.  We looked for a good bit and then moved on to the snares by Ayyu's.

There had been a ton of snow the last week and a lot of wind, so all traces of Greg's tracks were gone and we parked where he thought he set the snares and then walked into the willows to look for the snares.  Greg went right and I went left, I spotted two snares in the trees and yelled out that I'd found them.  Greg trudged through the snow towards me and then I spotted a taught line going down into the snow.  I made my way over to the line and pulled on it, it didn't budge.  So I started digging and then Greg came over and started digging as well and uncovered a big white paw.  He said, "It's a lynx."  Then he kept digging and eventually pulled up a long tail, "That's no lynx."  And then I pulled up on it and flipped it over and it was a wolf!  I tossed my hands up in the air and said, "I helped!"  We both laughed, giddy with the find.  Greg cut the snare off the tree and I lugged the wolf back to the sled.

He's a small wolf but he's pretty.
While I was waiting for Greg to come out of the willows Joe pulled up on his sled.  I pointed out the wolf and smiled super big.  We chatted a little till Greg came out of the willows.  Joe helped us dump the snow out of the sled, then we parted ways.  Greg led the way up to little north by the old White Alice pump house and we pulled the snares and traps from there.  The snow was at least knee deep in most places if not deeper.  We were both huffing and puffing and sweating after the trek to and from the traps.

Water peeking through on little north.

Super happy Panda.
We started the long trek home, but Greg decided to cruise back to the last place that we saw the fox.  We drove right up and the fox was there, he had nestled down in a little hollow and we could see him from where we drove up before.  Greg pulled out his gun and shot him.  When I drove over he was snarling and baring his teeth and he was dying.

Beautiful little fox.
That concluded the adventures on the trap line for the day.  The next part of the adventure was in Greg and Maggie's garage.  The ride home was uneventful and fairly smooth.  We got back around 4:30, ate dinner and had a few beers.  I watched Greg skin the fox that he shot.

Skinning, part II of trapping.
Then it was my turn.  Sadly I didn't get any pictures of me skinning the fox from the trap, so I have no proof.  But I didn't mess up at all!  I didn't cut any holes in the hide and got the eyes, mouth and nose off without too much difficulty.  The fox that I skinned was a boy and I wasn't a big fan of skinning his bits and then cutting that part of him but I suppose that's a part of trapping as well.  I can't wait to go back out and see what's in the traps next time.  We put up two little ermine traps.  :)  I'm most excited about those, even though mom says she has a bunch of ermine.

Thursday, September 29, 2011

Blonde

Super blonde.  I didn't quite intend to be this blonde but it's really grown on me.  I already bought colors to put in my hair, but I think I just may have to stay blonde for a little while.

This would be a new-old camo hoody.

Tuesday, September 20, 2011

Anchorage escape

Two outfits from a recent trip into Anchorage to visit with some friends that came up to Alaska from South Dakota.  I'm in love with these new boots if you didn't guess.

Day 1

Day 2
In the words of my friend Rex, "I say yes."

Sleepless nights

I've been thinking about this on and off for a while.  About insomnia and dreams.  And silly explanations that fail to make sense.  Sometimes I feel like I can't sleep at night because I don't have anything to dream.  I've never had dreams.  Never had that goal or job or dream to work for. Never wanted anything.  I mean I want happiness.  Ultimately.  But, who doesn't?  For someone (and I hate to sound like a pompous ass or anything) with considerable smarts and skills, why don't I have a dream?  Why don't I want something?  Why don't I have this life goal?  How can I just be floating by looking for something that will make me happy for a little while till I find something else?  What's wrong with me?  What did I miss?  What part of me is missing?

In my world I have insomnia because I've used up all my dreams.  On the nights that I can sleep, it's because a dream, even if it's just a day dream, has found me and enveloped me in tryptophan or sleep kisses.  On the nights I can't sleep, it's because nothing in me wants to dream or can dream.  Such a juvenile thought.

Friday, September 9, 2011

All smiles

And I don't know how it gets better than this, you take my hand and drag me headfirst, fearless.

I'm not looking to shabby...  :)  This makes me happy.

New boots.  Yup, I'm in love.
I'm slimmer than I've been in a good bit of time.  I'm not entirely sure how it happened.  I started out running and that definitely helped.  I haven't been running for a few weeks now and I'm still managing to lose a few pounds here and there.  Although lately I've been out and about more and the weight has been melting off of me.  It's incredible.
I've had the opportunity to go out into the country with friends more than I've had in any other year before of being home.  And I've jumped at every opportunity.  Maybe that's helped.  Not having access to munchies all the time, and being out and active.  I'm not sure, but I'm gonna go with it and keep smiling.
I feel silly saying it, but I don't look too bad these days.

Tuesday, July 26, 2011

The pink and black dress

 I have a clothing addiction and for the first time I have a really good fundage situation going on for it.  I'm not sure how good of a thing this necessarily is.  I recently got this dress.  I saw my friend Colleen wearing something similar once upon a fantastic time when I ended up crashing at her place after getting thoroughly intoxicated on a Friday evening at the Diva Variety Show.  Hers of course was classier and prettier and probably a bit more expensive and fancy, but that just ain't my style.  This is:

And I adore it.
And surprisingly enough to me, it works on my body type.  Not fantastically.  Nothing ever seems to fit me fantastically but this is close enough for me.  I think I've worn it out two or three times already.  Which considering I only dress up in Anchorage and then when I'm not doing bush shopping is considered often.  Lol....  Ah well, I hope to be going to Anchorage sometime soon.  Boots and dresses and heels..... *sigh*

New boots

Payday is both a blessing and a curse.  I get paid and I feel the instant need to buy a little treat for myself.  :)  I don't think I'm the only human being that has this little urge.  However, I probably succumb to it more than most.  I've been wanting boots for a while.  And I love boots with a defined heel, but these wedge type boots just jumped out at me.  They were on sale for $14.99 and for a clumsy panda the wedge is probably better than a heel.  Needless to say, I can't wait till my next trip to Anchorage when I get to rock this puppies out.

All the way up

Folded down - Bestie's vote

Monday, July 18, 2011

Drawing

You may recognize this from a previous post.  Or at least the picture that it's based off of.
Victor "Duke" Kotongan

Monday, July 11, 2011

Favorites

This is my favorite plaid shirt.  It has snap close buttons and is super light and soft.

Favorites are good.

These are my favorite jeans (again).  New patches have been added.

Monday, June 27, 2011

Because it's not warm enough to wear dresses solo these days

I really wanted to wear a dress.  Or at least dress up more than my typical jeans and t-shirt.  So I went with a dress AND a zippy up thing and some jeans that I made skinny because I was curious how they would look on me.  The dress I got for summer time in Durango and ended up wearing it as a witness for my friends wedding.  It's super light and summery.  Which was perfect for Durango.  Not so perfect for Unalakleet.

I love the pandas on my shoulder.
The orange zippy-thing I got from Ms Marty Osredker for my birthday.  It looks fantastic when it's unzipped and I love it.  However when you zip it up it has a bulge from the zipper is a fairly unattractive place.  My Mom suggested that I replace the zipper and gather the material a little bit.  This is a genius idea and I'll probably get around to it one of these days.  But for now it shall remain an unzipped accoutrement to other articles of clothing.

The jeans.  Not so bad.  Unless you can see my lack of ass then they're kind of awkward.
The jeans are from Old Navy.  But originally they were a boot cut or a wide leg or a flare.  And they were HUGE.  They didn't fit my hips or but or anything.  However they were stretchy and about $4.  So I bought em knowing I could always resize them.  The first time I resized them, I just cut em down and kept 'em as flares.  I still wasn't very keen on them.  And I was curious about skinny jeans for my winter boots.  This let to me cutting them down sewing 'em into skinny jeans.  This worked surprisingly well for me.  So now I have skinny jeans.  And I like the pairing with the dress.  So there.

I just looked up at the leg picture and realized the my socks MATCH my dress.  This was not intentional.  I don't ever think about my socks.  But it is a very pleasant surprise.

Monday, June 13, 2011

Forgiveness

Forgiveness is tough.  How do you forgive someone and not forget the hurt?  How do you learn to guard your heart against further hurt?  I don't think I have this down yet.  I think I forgive people and accept their apologies.  I slowly ease the hurt that crushed me and destroyed a little of the self-confidence that I struggle to build up.  But it changes my relationship with the individual forever.

If there was a lie, there's now doubt.  If there was a broken promise, there is a little bit of a broken heart.  If there was screaming and yelling and name calling, the words that were said sneak into my head and into my heart.  There is an impact.  An apology doesn't make the words that were said disappear.  Should the apology restore the relationship to it's former state?  Can it?  Wouldn't it just lead to being in the same situation?

I have past experience with a friend that has lied to me, not followed through with promises, ignored my calls, stood me up, disappointing me and hurting me time and time again.  I can't even think of all the times that I've bawled by myself in a car, at the airport, in a hotel room because I've tried to hang out with her.  I forgive, over time I forget.  I get hurt again.  Something has to change.  And since nothing has changed with her, clearly something has to change with me.  I don't want to be hurt anymore.  Therefore, my conclusion is to let the friendship go.

Which is tough and hurtful itself.  You share your life with someone for so long and have so many experiences and memories with so much potential for more.  How can it be possible to give that up?  And yet, do the few good moments outweigh the hurt?  Where is the line that I can walk to protect my heart and yet still forgive someone?

I don't understand.

Wednesday, June 8, 2011

An Anchorage day with bestie

Recently I spent a few days here and there in Anchorage, where my bestie is moving to.  We were able to spend a bit of time together.  She helped me (well she hung out with me, due to a busted foot she mostly just followed me around in a little vroom-vroom cart) do some running around.
Front view


Slightly closer view
My socks.  :)

Tuesday, May 24, 2011

Sunshine and summer


Damn, look at my freckles
 My freckles are all over my freakin' face right now.  This is a direct result of my running and walking outside.  And I'm tickled pink that I'm trying to get healthier, but I didn't really think that my freckles would take over my whole face.  I wish I knew where my freckles and my curly hair came from.  The curly hair I can work with but every summer I have to come to terms with the fact my face gets spots.  SPOTS.  Speckled.  They can be cute.  I've been told their cute, but I like my skin.  I like it in the winter anyways.

This year for my birthday, my friends were a little bit lame.  Or uncoordinated.  Something.  Dragonheart pulled through with flying colors and made my evening, maybe not my livers but certainly mine...  She also invited a friend of hers, who I've met on occasion before, who also had an April birthday.  Now, when I've met this fella before, I'd been in my typical running around like a crazy woman trying to get shit done in Anchorage outfit: jeans and a tshirt or a hoody.  Because it was my birthday I was dolled up a bit.  I had my new sequin-y dress on and my new bootie type heels, my hair was fixed and I was wearing make up.  He said, and I do my best to quote accurately, "You should dress up more often."  How flattering and sweet and absolutely wonderful to hear.  This does relate to my skin, truly.  We begin our night with food, drink and talk.  After a bar hop we were discussing the fact that I was wearing make up.  I said, "All I'm wearing is mascara and eyeliner."  The guy was turning away and finished what he was saying, did a double take and looked back at me and said, "Wow, you have amazing skin."  An incredible compliment.  Any compliment makes me feel good but a specific compliment about something I feel good about is even better.  Especially when it's spontaneous like that.

Wednesday, May 18, 2011

Things

I've been on a buying things kick lately.  This is one of my new presents to myself.  I'd been looking at this top for months though.  Trying to convince myself to spent the money on it. I'm glad I did.  I got a dress that's very similar to the top part of the band, and then it's a light lime green on the bottom part below the bust.  That dress is coming with me on my trip to Anchorage/Bethel/Juneau.

I have a donkey expression on my face
 I'm never going to be a minimalist.  I realize its a more environmentally conscious way to live but I am too attached to stuff.  And while I pare it down, or at least attempt to, somewhat regularly, more stuff always manages to replace the old stuff.  Especially being a crafter.  You save everything that could possibly used for this project or that project.  My Mom has been spring cleaning and going through stuff, this usually inspires me to act in a similar manner.  Which makes me think of all the stuff that I have in storage in Boulder.  And I miss that crap.  I feel sill for doing so, because it's just that - crap.  Bizarre.  Humans are bizarre creatures.

Tuesday, May 17, 2011

Eyes...

I like these eyes.
This is a work in progress.  I'm trying to re embrace drawing.  I'm definitely out of practice, but it's fun.

Monday, May 16, 2011

There's a wild, wild whisper blowing in the wind

I guess now is qualified as springtime.  But its still bloody cold most of the time.  The wind is a huge factor in this.  Unalakleet is just a windy place.  So it doesn't feel incredibly springy to me.  The pussy willows are out which is lightening the country side up a teensy bit, but there is still so much brown.  I can't wait till there are true leaves on the trees and the tundra starts to grow and blossom.  It will definitely make my runs more enjoyable.  Running outside is infinitely more enjoyable than running inside.  I'm glad I finally got over my embarrassment of running where people can see me.  People have actually been wonderfully encouraging about it.  Byron Bruckner rolled down his window and cheered me on saying "Way to go Sissy!" as I was running up the first little hill.  Ariel Tweto gave me a massive thumbs up as she cruised by me in a vehicle.  These little things make an individual feel good.

I never know what to do with my face when I take a picture
Best socks ever from my Mom.
I definitely don't fit the norm of what people wear around these parts.  I got my favorite plaid top from ebay because it has the snap buttons.  You can't really tell but I had to add a strip of fabric down each side in order for it to fit me.  The arms and shoulders fit but it was a fitted style of shirt so my tummy didn't quite fit in it right.  (I just used the word fit a lot in that sentence.)  Luckily I know my way around tearing out a seam and adding a piece of fabric in.  Altering is such a handy skill to have.  My cut offs used to be full on jeans, but the bottoms wore out due to me stepping on them all the time so I chopped em up and patched the holes.  They're super soft and comfy now.  The socks were an Easter/birthday gift from my mother.  Come to think of it, I think she bought my shoes too.  I'm a spoiled girl and I think it's great.

Friday, May 13, 2011

Pants that were meant to be a skirt.

I had a pair of pants that I thrifted that I adored because of the stitching down the sides, but they fit was just horrible.  I have no idea who designed the pants, but they were not meant for any body type.  I swear.  They however had enough material for me to make them into a skirt.  Pants really shouldn't have that much material.  Normally you'd have to add material in strategic places.  Anyways... shitty pictures, but this is the result.
I look like an idiot
The skirt that was once pants

Tuesday, May 10, 2011

I love this top, just not my tummy.  :)
Yesterday the office was in the 50's when I came in. My light long sleeved shirt didn't cut it. So today in preperation for perhaps another freezing day in the office, I donned an uber warm and fuzzy long sleeved base layer shirt and added a hat to keep that extra 5% of my body heat in. Turns out it was almost 90 degrees in my bloody office. A wave of heat slapped my face as soon as I opened the door. Ridiculous. So needless to say, I could have worn a tank top or dress to work and would have been fine. Oh yeah, except for the buckets of snow it's been dumping since 9:30 this morning. *grumble*

Monday, May 9, 2011

Wasabi peas

Bandana
A few weeks ago my brother and his girlfriend visited from Nome. The weather was beautiful and there was still snow on the ground so we took a snow machine ride up to Egavik. Egavik is an old building between Shaktoolik and Unalakleet that was part of a reindeer herding operation. My grandfather was the last reindeer herder in this area. My family lived there until it was time for us kids to start school. The weather was still chilly enough that warm clothing and some form of protective face gear was required. Being the practical individual that I am I opted to go with a fleece neckwarmer. My brother being the stylin' awesome dude that he is, used a bandana to cover his face and ears, bandit style. When we weren't riding however it hung somewhat losely around his neck. I freaking loved it. A few weeks later as fate would have it, I was gifted with a bandana, pictured above, for my birthday. How sweet fate was to me. Needless to say I've adopted the wearing style that my brother introduced me to, albeit with a bit more color. It allows me to add some color to my typical fall/spring outfit, when it's still 30 degrees out but warm enough in the office building that a scarf or nachaq is no longer warranted. What fun these new things that I would never think to do.

Wednesday, April 27, 2011

Pink and purple

Love this top
This is a top I bought a while back from the Pyramid Collection. It's super flattering to my boobs and to my tummy. I have a few rolls that I'm always looking to disguise. It's made of a jersey type knit material and is super comfortable. I almost feel like I have a waist when I wear this top. Fantastic.

I attempt to lose them fairly regularly and usually end up failing quite regularly. Such is life. I'll keep trying and eventually I will succeed. I just need to figure out the proper motivation.

Spring is sprunging and I have a limited time period now when it's warm enough to wear some cute clothes and I'm not in the field in work clothes or in a tyvek suit. I just need the mud to disappear and dry up a bit more. And maybe 5 more degrees temperature wise.

Thursday, April 21, 2011

Average day

My favorite jeans
On an average day, this is usually what you'll find me wearing. My hair is inordinately bright right now because I dyed it last night. Give it some time and it'll look faded and more scruffy. I'm a t-shirt and jeans girl when I'm in the vil. Anything else is usually inconvenient for my job and village life. It's hard to dig a snowmachine or shed out of a snow bank in a dress and tights. Not to mention wearing a dress and tights in 4 below weather is just damn cold. I do miss skirts and being able to leave the house with out a jacket. Someday I'll move back to a milder climate. Someday...

Monday, April 4, 2011

I should write more... I'm outta practice

Victor "Duke" Kotongan
Victor “Duke” Kotongan was a sled dog musher. Duke grew up around dogs used by his dad to herd reindeer and for transportation. He was a seasonal worker and did not have a steady monetary income; however the land provided him with a lot of what was needed to run dogs. In addition to running the Iditarod, my dad’s dogs were a working dog team. Duke used his dogs to work his trap line.

For rural mushers, running the Iditarod was a 12 month job. Victor did not buy commercial dog food. He caught and dried fish and killed seals and put the meat away for his dogs. Often this is how it was for bush mushers that wanted to run the Iditarod because there was not a lot of year round employment.

In the old days mushers had to know how to treat and care for their dogs. Sled dogs were wormed by feeding them ptarmigan with the feathers and skin still on attached and seal oil. It cleaned the dogs out. In the bush there weren’t stores for medicine, but there was always something from the country that would remedy the problem.

During the long winter months, Victor would build dog sleds in an upstairs bedroom of his home. Puppies would be born in the kitchen because it wasn’t safe for them to be born in 40 below weather. The mom and pups would stay in the house until they could be outside. Other dogs that were let into the house were lead dogs. Two of Victor’s kids, Patrick and Victoria, enjoyed them as playmates when they were growing up.

To train for the Iditarod Victor ran his dogs back and forth from Egavik, where his father had a reindeer herd. Duke or fellow musher, Doug Katchatag, would sometimes run 18 or 20 dogs at a time. It was an impressive sight to see, like the string of dogs was endless, and took a skilled musher to control the dog team. He participated in the Kuskokwim 300; his best placing was 3rd in the 1984 race. Duke was involved in the Norton Sound Sled Dog Club which began putting on the Norton Sound Portage 200 in 1984, which he also ran.

There was a need for a race in the area to give local mushers a chance to qualify for the Iditarod. It was more affordable for locals than the Kusko 300. The Portage 200 became the Portage 250 and this drew bigger names to the race. The Portage 250 was a little longer than a qualifying race for the Iditarod. The popularity of the race grew and the Norton Sound Sled Dog Club became instrumental in the building of the tripod flats cabin.

When Duke ran the Iditarod, his mother Hazel Kotongan, would make fish agutak for him to take on the trail. Judie Kotongan would make caribou or moose patties baked in a crust that could be heated individually. Similarly when someone in a family chose to mush dogs or race in the Iditarod, the whole family pitched in. Family members or friends helped make booties, put away food for the dogs or make cold weather gear.

Without the help of Northern Air Cargo it wouldn’t have been possible for Victor or a lot of local mushers to race the Iditarod. The airline would fly the dogs for free from the bush to Anchorage.

On years that Victor didn’t run the Iditarod he was involved in other aspects of the race. The first year of the southern route, he was gone for weeks with his dogs and traps breaking trail. Duke had a knowledge of sled dogs. Mushers would come and talk to him about a specific dog that he or she was having trouble with. Twenty years ago there were a lot more people mushing dogs. They enjoyed chatting with each other about training schedules and what was being fed to the dogs.

Duke was particular about the breeding of his dogs. He tried to get new bloodlines from other mushers. Joe Redington Jr. was a good friend of his and there was some of the Redington line in his dogs. He was conscious of what traits to look for in a puppy in order for it to grow up to be a good sled dog.

In those earlier years of the Iditarod, families in the villages signed up to have mushers stay in their homes. It didn’t matter if the musher was a rookie or if the musher was a well known veteran in the mushing world, they were always welcomed into the home with a hot meal.

Homes were open to the families of the musher’s as well. If a wife or husband wanted to see the musher on the trail they could come a day or two before the musher was to arrive at the checkpoint and stay with the family.

Some big names stayed in the same neighborhood and kept an eye out for each other. Susan Butcher stayed at Tia and Larry Wilson’s. Rick Swenson stayed at Oscar and Mae Koutchak’s. Dick or Rick Mackey stayed at Elmer and Ruth Kotongan’s. And Don Honea or Joe Runyan stayed at Victor and Judie Kotongan’s. The mushers could see each other from the houses in the neighborhood and always kept one eye open to see who would leave first.

In the beginning of the Iditarod the race was a huge event for the villages. It was like the circus came to town. Locals took the opportunities of musher’s staying with families to wander around visiting. They stopped by to pet the dogs and mushers always took the time to say a few words to someone that came by to check out their team. There was a bond that the people in the villages felt with the runners of the Iditarod. People remember having tea or coffee with big name mushers like Susan Butcher, Dick Mackey, or other “famous” mushers and yet the last ten mushers were treated the same as the first ten mushers.

When the mushers could no longer stay in the homes, the race changed. It took something from the communities located along the Iditarod Trail.

Sunday, February 20, 2011

Oh the perils of travel

They have certainly reared there head on this little vacation of mine. I was expecting a mellow week in Medford, OR with a friend full of movies, food, perhaps a winery tour, maybe some poker and instead this is what happened...

Day One. I arrive. :) A little early even. My first flight was on time, my layover was just long enough to get some sleep and my final flight left a few minutes before schedule and had a lovely little tailwind. Therefore, it pulled up to the jet way and I texted my friend. He was already there, waiting. My friend was excited to see me. A hug, a kiss, some luggage, a drive, and we were sitting across from each other in a diner over country fried steak and corned beef hash. After an early check-in and a nap, we decide to run some errands. Food for the fridge, alcohol for the evenings in, and gummy bears, well, because they're a necessity. We climb in the car, buckle up, my friend turns the key and... nothing. No click, click, click. No whirrrwhirrwhirrr. Nothing. Kind of ominous. I didn't know what to say. I could tell he was super frustrated. There was more than just silence from the car. A quick trip into the store, some wrenches, a little fiddling and basic knowledge on my friend's part, some crossed fingers and the car started. Huge sigh of relief. Instead of risking the same problem we cruised back to the hotel and picked up some Dairy Queen. Two bacon cheeseburgers and a movie salvaged the evening.

Day Two. Sleeping in is amazing. It usually cures everything. Sick? Sleep more. Tired? Sleep more. Hung over? Sleep more. Ate too much? Sleep more. Genius. After waking up, I hop on my computer because I'm an addict, and see a few emails that need to be responded to. I call into work to deal with a time sensitive issue and someone at work tells me water is pouring out of my brother's house. Not good. She's already called the City to go and turn the water off and check it out. I hang up and immediately call my Mom, who has to deal with it because I've decided to go on a vacation. Let's just say that my Mom is amazing. She goes over, mops up the mess (without any help even offered to her, even when someone saw her cleaning it up), call someone to come over and take a look at the problem and takes care of stuff. Exhausting and frustrating. We get into a little spat because of this. I get hurt and defensey. And frustrated because I'm nowhere near anywhere that I can be of help. So I call people out on some bullshit. They're defensive. More fighting. I end up crying a little just out of pure frustration. My friend doesn't like drama. I don't want to subject him to drama. Ugh. I compose myself. My friend takes me out to eat and then brings me back to the hotel. He gets to spend time with his kid so I get the afternoon to myself. I hop in the shower, respond to some emails, make a phone call or two, eat some dinner, crack a bottle of wine, and then put in a movie. The evening passes pretty fast and a bottle of wine later my friend comes back and chills. I'm a little pouty. This causes a few problems, but it irons itself out with tequila. The evening progresses with talking and movies and we got to sleep happy with each other.

Day Three. Lazy morning. Perfection. We muster ourselves for the day and head out the door for Chinese food. It's absolutely delicious. We hit up a buffet that has sushi, shrimp, and all kinds of epicness. I eat till my tummy is happy, about a plate and a half. I'm tickled pink that my friend doesn't mind that I have an appetite. We talk about going to see a movie, but the friend is a little tired so we decide to curl back up and nap with a movie on. I definitely don't have any complaints about a day spent like that. After waking, we mosey over to Carl's Jr for burgers and put in Red. As we're sitting my friend keeps very much to their side of the bed and isn't very chatty. This causes some concern. All day I had told myself that I wasn't awkward. That I was comfortable. Trying to make myself relax a bit more around my friend. And then my friend kinda pulls away from me and my neurotic self instantly thinks its me and shuts down. Turns out my friend has serious issues with making someone else sick. So after some talking I manage to get out that I don't care if I get sick. It takes some time. Apparently I'm not one for discussing things and have a hard time talking about crap. Huh. Who knew? I thought I was better at it. Nope. So it was a bit of an ucky ending of the day but turned out okay.

Day Four. Rumbling in my tummy. We wake up slightly earlier than we normally had been. My friend is feeling better and gets to spend another day with his kid, so we're getting our routine in and my stomach is kind of upset. I don't say anything to my friend, thinking I'll have all day to settle it down and feel better. We grab a bite and then off he goes. I pull the blankets off the bed and curl up in the chair because my back is bothering me. I put in a movie and doze in and out getting up about every half an hour to use the bathroom. Yup. I had the shits. SUCK. And they're not really improving as the day progresses. I'm miserable and horrible embarrassed and extremely uncomfortable. I text my friend and hint at the shituation. He comes right out and ask if I have the shits. No other reply but yes. He asks if I'd be more comfortable by myself. I say it's up to him if he'd like to be present for such horribleness or if he'd prefer going home. My friend chooses to come and stay with me and brings me food. I tentatively eat and it tastes fantastic. And proceed to use the bathroom ever 20 to 30 minutes for the remainder of the evening and into the night. I just want to cry and am horribly embarrassed. My friend understands and instead makes me laugh about the whole ridiculous thing. Definitely not the way I wanted to spend a whole day in Medford. What a waste. Ha... Full of waste. Ew.

Day Five. Thursday. Second to last full day with my friend. I'm feeling better and the day is looking up. We sleep in as usual. We go for a change of pace and walk to get food instead of driving. It's a nice day out and a pleasant walk. I love talking with my friend. Hearing their voice in person is infinitely better than texting. We end up sitting at the diner and talking for over an hour. The food was delicious and my friend's pancakes were sweet and tasty. He shared. :) My tummy accepted the food regulary and my body was happy with it. Relief. I was deliriously happy that my body decided to behave. We walked back to the car and my friend took me to a movie I wanted to see. It was scary. And he was warned not to scare me. My friend didn't think the movie was scary at all, although I had my ears plugged and my eyes closed for a few scenes. Nothing like a little tale of possession to scare the creepers outta me. Afterwards we went for a little drive and had more visiting time. It was pretty fantastic. One of the simple yet lovely moments during my stay. We were hanging out back in the hotel and my friend was texting someone and then recieved a call and stepped out. Kinda strange, because his phone beeps a lot from texts but rarely rings, much like mine. My friend comes back in with a troubled look on his face and due to an accident he has to take his kid for the weekend. Which meant that after about 2 pm the next day I wouldn't see him again. The final blow. We were both rather subdued that evening, but thankfully I left early early morning the day after.

Day Six. The yuckiest day. An early goodbye. I wasn't in very great shape by 2 pm but struggled through the goodbye without crying. My friend doesn't like tears. Throughout my stay we had placed the two hotel room key cards next to each other on the dresser by the door. Whenever my friend left, he took his card with him. It was horrible seeing the two hotel room key cards next to each other. The evening was spent getting myself ready for my next journey. I packed up my crap that seemed to explode all over the room and mindlessly watched hours of television for the noise. A goodnight call made my evening infinitely better. Not nearly as perfect as having my friend with me, but the next best thing. I think we said goodnight around 1 or 2 am. I curled up for about 2 hours and then got up at 4 am to begin my travels south.

Thursday, February 3, 2011

Leg Warmers

I love 'em and I make 'em and I wear 'em.

Leg Warmers :)
These were made with a 100% wool yarn. And they're a little baggier than I like them, so I'm currently in the process of blocking them. Something I rarely take the time to do because I never know if I'll do it correctly. However, this time appears to be a success. I dipped em in some hot water and then squeezed them out and then pinned them to a towel so they would dry flat. So far so good.

I also made hand warmers that match. I don't think I'll ever wear them both at the same time. That might be a little too cheesy, even for me.

I've been into smaller projects lately, even though I have some big projects that I would like to get done. Maybe I've just needed the feeling of accomplishment in my life.

Wrist warmers

Monday, January 24, 2011

Broccoli

I love broccoli. Covered in cheese. In soup. In a veggie casserole. Even just plain steamed. It's delicious! This is probably a good thing, considering there are so many other foods to love that don't quite love you back as much.

And broccoli does love me! At least a little. It provides me with Vitamin C and beta carotene and also contains nutrients with anti-cancer properties. That's really pretty awesome. It makes me feel good that I eat broccoli. My favorite way to fix it lately has been steamed in the microwave with a curves steamer and then sprinkled with fresh grated parmesan cheese. Simple. Perfect. Delicious.

As long as I'm on the subject of veggies my other favorites are cabbage, cauliflower and brussel sprouts. I believe they're all from the same family of brassica vegetables. The only one I'm kind of uncertain about is cauliflower.

I love steamed brussel sprouts dipped in soy sauce. Yum. They're the perfect combination with each other. The sweet bitter mixed with the salty just makes my tongue dance. Similarly I love stir fried cabbaged and caraway seeds tossed with lemon juice and soy sauce. I'm noticing a pattern. I love simple foods that don't take many specific ingredients. I'm not a 15 step 20 ingredient cook. I'm a 5 ingredient 3 step cook. Much easier and better. Not that I can't do the other cooking it just isn't as appealing.

Enough about food. Yeesh. No wonder I have a little bit of extra cushion around my middle. I adore food too much!

So I swore I would never get a Kindle. And I find myself with a Kindle. It's not so terrible. It's actually kind of nice. I recieved it as a gift from one of my most thoughtful friends this Christmas and it's so convenient. I know I will find myself using it more than I ever thought I would. Especially because I seem to be traveling so much to different climates all in one trip. Which makes packing somewhat difficult. However, it does make for a more interesting trip.

Monday, January 10, 2011

The year of the panda

Once upon a time I used to play the bass. In high school, in my first two years of college, and now it sits hiding in my closet. My baroque flute that I couldn't live without, perished in my dorm room during my time of experimentation and delinquency. I did not care for it as I should have and it split, destroyed. Possibly the final crushing blow to my musical desire.

During my 4th year of college I changed majors from Art to Math. Other than a sketch here and there this ended my relationship with drawing. Which is sad because I remember enjoying it. Now it seems the only artwork that I do is beading or crocheting or of the craft persuasion. Which isn't a bad thing, but it is limiting in some ways.