tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-55571240293161602312011-11-02T13:46:15.917-08:00Living in semi-rural Alaska, seeking to connect with the folks in New England. At last! Alaska comes to you instead of you coming to Alaska(can *you* take -60F?). This blog is for all the family and friends who couldn't make it.Phoebehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03489684116360886711noreply@blogger.comBlogger12125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5557124029316160231.post-43595217903427688002008-09-26T05:36:00.002-08:002008-09-26T06:11:10.451-08:002008-09-26T06:11:10.451-08:00

When Bush Declared A National Emergency, NSPD-51 Gave Him Dictator PowerMore importantly, what are YOU doing to make sure that your life won't go to hell in a handbasket along with the rest of the U.S.??and in other disturbing news....Polar Bears Resort to Cannibalism So, Palin, still think global warming is a big hoax?

Phoebehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03489684116360886711noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5557124029316160231.post-32873543346600044852007-12-11T07:18:00.000-09:002007-12-25T09:26:59.411-09:002007-12-25T09:26:59.411-09:00

I've been tagged! Therefore I have to post 7 random things about myself. 1--I collect boxes. Not big ugly packing ones, but tiny boxes that look cool. I wish I had pictures, and I meant to take them before I left, but I didn't. I have a clef note octagonal box that fits into the palm of my hand, two polished wooden boxes from India with flowers carved into them (one looks kind of like a coffin),

Phoebehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03489684116360886711noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5557124029316160231.post-79102168479154332782007-11-24T01:14:00.000-09:002007-11-24T01:22:50.789-09:002007-11-24T01:22:50.789-09:00

Seriously. All the snow is melting. I slip nearly every time I go down the stairs. It was 40 yesterday, maybe warmer--and it wasn't much better today! Where are the -40 temps? Did we switch places with the East Coast? Now I am REALLY mad about global warming (not that I wasn't mad before, but...)! I miss my winter! Where did you go? *Thanksgiving: 5 hungry dudes, one hungry me. I must admit I get

Phoebehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03489684116360886711noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5557124029316160231.post-74311167461439628222007-11-18T00:02:00.000-09:002007-11-18T00:04:58.091-09:002007-11-18T00:04:58.091-09:00

I got carded tonight. :( Usually I am flattered, but it was at work! Someone new was working, luckily she was on the phone with Sandy so it was ok, but the way she looked at me? Like I was some kind of icky creature? OMG, sometimes I wish I had the balls to tell strangers to FUCK OFF. Not the smartest move when you work with someone, though.I suck at blogging.

Phoebehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03489684116360886711noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5557124029316160231.post-26149742613538363342007-11-01T12:03:00.000-08:002007-11-01T12:46:36.169-08:002007-11-01T12:46:36.169-08:00

Actually, I was supposed to be a vampire, but my "fang dentures" made me look like Bucky the Vampire. I guess they're for people with perfect teeth, people whose parents paid for braces not who were told "If you want braces, pay for them yourself. Or better yet, don't fuck up your teeth--they're the only set you're going to get." Screw braces. I like my slight over-bite and slightly off-kilter

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Just got over a hideous bout with mastitis. For the uninformed, that's what happens when you have poor latch and you miss a feeding. I mean, I had a bleb (which is what a blocked milk duct is called) and I didn't realize it. Then I got full-blown mastitis while I was at work. It was horrible. I spent about 24 terrible hours sweating, shaking, chills, standing outside on the porch til I was at a "

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Earlier we went outside. No, not to enjoy the crisp autumn weather (and it was certainly crisp), but alas, to answer the call of nature. I did *not* enjoy being pregnant in the winter two years ago, for the simple fact that by the time I'd gotten all my layers on and run outside I ended up peeing in the yard before I peed my pants. Most late-night forays of this kind just ended up being me in my

Phoebehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03489684116360886711noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5557124029316160231.post-3956951899133207032007-09-21T21:54:00.000-08:002007-09-21T22:39:27.591-08:002007-09-21T22:39:27.591-08:00

Orion speaks now. Not in exact sentences, but sometimes in phrases. For example, this morning he said "I'm wet," in a piteous voice. I was surprised, I admit it. I asked him, are you wet? and he said it again, "I'm wet"!! Sometimes he'll say "What IS that?" but usually it's just "Dat?" His new favorite word is UP! It is quite amusing. He likes to be thrown in the air and watch automatic windows

Phoebehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03489684116360886711noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5557124029316160231.post-26488886964087055672007-08-24T22:19:00.000-08:002007-08-24T22:32:46.354-08:002007-08-24T22:32:46.354-08:00

Today John left for his big hunting trip out near Tok. One of his buddies won a land lottery out in Tok, and now has a slot of precious precious hunting land all to himself. Or, to himself and all his buddies, that is. They want to get caribou, moose, bear, and dall sheep, and whatever other little critters they can scrounge up. In short, it's an Alaskan guy's paradise. Give the Moslems their

Phoebehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03489684116360886711noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5557124029316160231.post-79649357946073966092007-07-17T12:34:00.001-08:002007-07-17T21:40:47.477-08:002007-07-17T21:40:47.477-08:00

Here it is, as promised. Evil's favorite toy, the singing caterpillar!I thought this was a cool picture, these are a pair of antlers John found (where else?) at the transfer site. It adorns our woodshed, which is only about 1/4th full.

Phoebehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03489684116360886711noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5557124029316160231.post-66855715799952917262007-07-16T22:15:00.000-08:002007-07-16T22:42:54.960-08:002007-07-16T22:42:54.960-08:00

all your furniture came from the transfer siteyour idea of "sensible shoes" is a pair of bunny bootsinstead of competing for the perfect yard, like in the Lower 48 suburbs, whoever has more junk in their yard is considered the "better man"There is a new face of evil in my life. No, it's not Orion. Close, though. I'll give you a hint. It first made its appearance in New York, under the Christmas

Phoebehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03489684116360886711noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5557124029316160231.post-48083617249927843602007-07-15T01:33:00.000-08:002007-07-15T01:57:25.607-08:002007-07-15T01:57:25.607-08:00

New house(cabin: 500 sq ft, 2 story, frame, ours)? Check. Nice neighborhood? Check. Blueberry patch a mere seven minute walk away? Check. Toilet paper, trash bags, and a stove? No check! Bad! No cookie for you!Well, I can say with certainty that we are finally settled in. I've met the neighbors, albeit once, and a man named "Ju" with a bottle of strawberry jungle juice and a dog named Sugar. You

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