Wednesday, May 18, 2011

Boys and Their Equipment

Tuesday, May 18, 1971:  my mom wakes up feeling as though she is no longer pregnant. Yet, she is in fact, still pregnant, and in labor.  It's business as usual though on this Tuesday what with two toddlers on hand. Being in labor merely means that there are preparations to be made. Mom spends the day doing the usual chores and taking my sisters on a mile walk to the neighbors in the afternoon. Then, there is dinner to be cooked, children to be bathed and pajamas to be donned before dropping the girls at a friends house on the way to the hospital.

By the time mom and dad are enroute to the hospital, I'm practically crowning. The ride to the hospital is uncomfortable to say the least with dad being upset that mom hadn't informed him sooner that it was "time". They make it though. The nurses tell my mom not to push since the doctor isn't there yet.

Monday, May 16, 2011

Misfits, Military and Ministers

I've been told that people who live in Fairbanks fall into one of three categories: misfits, military or ministers.

I'm not sure what to make of this. I work on a military base but I'm not military. My father is a minister but I'm not. Per the dictionary, a misfit is: "a person whose behavior or attitude sets them apart from others in an uncomfortably conspicuous way."

Which group do you fall into?

Kayaking the Chena River

I didn't tip over, get lost, pee my pants, or get arrested.

Here's a tip for those of you interested in paddling a river. When the fire department says, while rescuing a teenager stranded on an ice floe, that they can't go upstream because the current is too strong for their boat, that probably doesn't mean that you should try paddling upstream on your own power. Yet, that is precisely what I did. 

Friday, May 13, 2011

Conversation with a State Trooper

A couple of weeks ago I was pulled over by an Alaskan State Trooper. You know, the ones with the great hats.

I was on my way home from work one day and was driving, I admit, my usual 70 MPH or so. The speed limit was 55. I noticed a trooper ahead of me and he moved into the right lane. I thought he was moving over to make a right-hand turn. I had slowed down but as soon as I passed him, the lights and siren went on.

I pulled over, he approached my window and the following conversation ensued.

Tuesday, May 10, 2011

The Weekend Part 2: Saturday Night

Saturday night was a night of first for me: first time I went to Silver Gulch Brewery, the Big I Pub & Lounge, Kodiak Jack's, and first time I've ever frequented a tattoo parlor (in Fairbanks or otherwise). Sorry, there are no pictures, and trust me, that is for the best.

Monday, May 9, 2011

The Weekend Part 1: Friday Night

It was a busy weekend so this will be a two-part post. First, a re-cap of Friday evening and half of Saturday.

The weekend got off to a strong start with Attitude Adjustment Hour (AAH) at The Roundup. I pass the Roundup almost everyday on my way home from Crossfit.

Tuesday, May 3, 2011

Bring It

My patience has worn thin. I'm cold and I want sun: cornea burning, blister forming, melanoma giving, burn the soles of your feet walking across hot sand, fry an egg on the sidewalk, bright, hot sun.

Not this dim-watted, low-energy equivalent of a CF light bulb that turns on at 4:30am, acting as if it's on a dimmer switch all day, sliding into the off position at 11:00pm. When the sun sets I want to be able to heave a sigh and feel the relief that comes from having a few hours of coolness in contrast to the heat of the day.
Oh sure, it *looks* like a big ball of fire.

Sunday, May 1, 2011

More Embarrassment

I wasn't going to share this but what the heck -- I need something to write about.

Y'all remember my mentioning Crossfit, right? You know, that workout where my main goal is to not cry?

Turns out I need a new goal. A more important, more pressing goal. Don't pee your pants. Yes, that's right that. At Crossfit this week I peed my pants.

Thank you.

Reading Corner

I came across some interesting reading materials today. Tucked among the books of harrowing ship rescues, tales of living "off the map" and life in the native villages, there were these gems.