Archive | December, 2016

Gifts don’t always come wrapped in a box.Β 

27 Dec

It’s not even light out yet! (12/22). We’re driving to SeaTac airport and the dogs would like to know what the fuck is up, where we are going and what it means for them! Feeding time was 2 hours early today and potty time was too close to form the perfect amount of poo and pee. You know we all like to have a sorta schedule for our good morning let’s start the day right business. Well this early morning I’m on my way to a family Christmas and James is staying behind to watch the kids (yes, I am a little jealous.) I’m not a fan of holiday traveling, in fact, I avoid it as much as possible, and I really can’t think of a time that I’ve done it. For me, as far as traveling goes, I can spend Thanksgiving weeks before to avoid the chaos, and love it just the same. Same goes for Christmas. It could be in May for all I care. Or whatever time you’d like. Don’t get me wrong, I love the lights, the tree, the decorations and the cold weather. I love seeing the houses that are all decorated and sparkly. It’s just the pressure. What to buy for who, because that who may be buying something for you. It’s the pressure. And it’s everywhere. Any store, street or tv commercial. It’s everyone doing it at the same time. 

So here I am, at the airport. I try my best to be patient with everything, (the only way to survive,) people are running late, people are juggling with their kids and employees are taking as many deep breaths as they can. So I take my own deep breaths and smile, wholeheartedly, because we all could use more honest smiles. 
Boarding time!! Everybody on board, we pull from the gate and onto the runway. Annnndddd, there it is. “This is the captain speaking, (never fucking good) we’ve been informed that there is too much traffic flying into Jackson Hole and that we should be getting word in about 40 minutes if we are clear for take off.” ✈️ Sweet, not sweet. πŸ‘πŸ» Deep breath, shit happens. Thankfully, we were directed back to the gate after only about 10 minutes to deboard and that they would keep us updated. Seriously, not having to sit in that plane on the tarmac waiting made it more bearable! I had a beer. 🍺

Maybe 30 or so minutes later we get the ok to re board. Yes! Ready to go! Yes! Then 15 more minutes later we finally pull out. My morning has been too long already so it’s time for me to turn on my quiet cruise control. I have my eyes closed, soft music on, wanting to sleep. I hear the planes engines rev, then slow down, then rev again. When will we fucking fly?!! 

Wait, what’s that?! We’re on a slow roll again, now are we ready for takeoff? It has been almost 30 minutes since we’ve pulled away from the gate, the second time, and by now I’m leaning on the annoyed side. Maybe it’s the screaming baby, or anxious child, or the fact that we are over 2 1/2 hours delayed. πŸ˜’ Or that my not wanting to fly over the holidays has been justified to be true. It’s the pressure we put on ourselves. Then yay! We finally take off! 

Flying alone in an isle seat while tired isn’t much fun. I don’t have James’ shoulder to sleep on, or the window to lean against, but I manage to drift off. Then I wake up and see this,
across the isle from me, I do not know who they are but the fact that brother and sister are cuddled like this made my heart smile.  Traveling to see family isn’t so bad, but EVERYONE scrambling to get to everyone in the same time span, BAD!
 

This post is 4 days old, it’s Christmas now and it’s going to be fun and crazy and chaotic. Someone will get frustrated, someone will complain. Someone will, for no reason at all, stress themselves out which will have a trickle down effect. 🍷 Someone will forget to buy that damn ingredient and there’s no store open and make themselves feel like they ruined everything! Kids will fucking cry and fight and drive us crazy!!! 🍷 Sometimes you cannot find a quiet corner to hide in for at least a minute, with that glass of wine. 🍷 And there will always, and I mean always, be that person that somehow manages to do the least of them all. All this will happen, I promise. And all these someone’s that bring it, all of us, will throughout this day, smile and laugh. We will help each other with the food, and the cleaning and the keeping track of the kids. Seriously, where the fuck are the kids? We will all hug and kiss and say thank you. We will smile and laugh, The dinner will be great, even if it’s come down to that frozen pizza. 
So it’s sometimes shitty getting there. It’s stressful as fuck at times! And so amazing at times as well. But let’s face it, we will all need a fucking vacation when we get home. 🍷 and quiet. Oh so, so much silence. 

Most people won’t get one damn second of this complete and utter chaos. So lets all be a little more dysfunctional and a little more loving for those that miss out. ❀️ ❄ Gifts don’t always come wrapped in a box. 

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Star light. Star bright.

22 Dec

We sometimes forget to look up. Looking up is really where everything you have, want, or need is all wrapped up in a beautiful starry night, sunny day or cloudy afternoon. Looking up makes it all better. The days set our moods. The stars tell us where home is, if you look. 

Growing up in SE Alaska the sky literally was the limit. Abundant and hopeful. Breathtaking. My last year there was the only time I had lived by myself, and the only time since. I was 24 that winter and on clear nights I would just stand outside and look into the sky, the Big Dipper was like my compass in life then, right out my front door. Reliable. And lucky for me, seldom but still, the northern lights dancing. 
Those stars and lights are burned in my mind. Maybe its because there was no one on the other side of that door, that I took an extra second to look up before going in, I don’t know. But sometimes now, I forget to look up. 

When I moved to San Diego well, those starry nights weren’t always visible, they weren’t even a thought for some time. I remember when James and I first went camping, this was about a year and a half after I left Sitka, unfamiliar with this campsite the drive took us a little longer than expected, so we were basically setting up camp in the dark. Not fun. But there was this second, we were walking to the restrooms and there was a clearing and I happened to look up and there they were. All the stars that had been hiding from me. I instantly froze and gave him the mom stiff arm to stop and look up. We had driven 4,000 feet up but it burnt a memory in me, and every camping trip after that I’d make sure to look up. 

About 3 years later we bought our first home. It was maybe only 4 miles from where we had lived before but a much less busy area, not so surrounded by street lights. One evening, a few months after living in our home we were sitting on the front porch having a glass of wine and I looked up and there it was. The Big Dipper. I was a child at Christmas! All was right in my life. And since its not always easy to see stars in a city, I followed it whenever I could. I knew that around Christmas and New Years I could see it on a clear night from my favorite seat in the hot tub. 

Chapter ummm, does 3 sound right? We sold and moved out of our home in SD and have been rocking it in our trailer for almost 3 months now. Our time spent outside of said trailer is as follows; dogs, driving to see properties, dogs, showers, grocery/random errands, dogs, seeing properties, dogs. 

There have been beautiful, beautiful days we’ve looked up and took deep breaths and really felt we were going in the right direction. But these were days. The nights were all about the dogs, on the leash and keeping a light on them to make sure we picked up after them if needed so (don’t get me started on how many fucking piles of shit we’ve picked up that were not ours!! Piles!!) on that note, we were mostly looking down. 

Tonight I took the dogs out, with my light, following them, and for some reason I looked up, finally. And there it was, the Big Dipper. I don’t know why it to took me so long but I will try not to forget to look up. I recommend it to you as well.

 The sky and the stars will lead you home. Always. 

Baby it’s cold outside.Β 

15 Dec

Inevitably the temperature is dropping!! Winter is here! Northwest winter, not SoCal winter. 😊
It has officially snuck it’s tiny ice cold toes into our little home. 

 We had our rainy days, scattered sunny days and then snow!! Big fluffy flake snow!! The first fall was short lived, maybe 30 minutes and quickly melted away, but, not seeing it for years we were like small children looking out the window, all giddy and shit. Well, snow is in the forecast again, only this time it’s reported to last longer. Its been years since we’ve played in snow, even longer since we’ve lived where there was a winter that included snow, and degrees that hovered around freezing. So our first night of the temperature dropping, not really thinking anything of it since we’ve never been in this situation, water and pipes came into play. Late evening I turn on the water and it’s in the slow lane on the freeway. Shit. Here are those freezing temps coming into play. So we turn the faucets on to a slow drip hoping to get through the night and remedy tomorrow. No more than 10 minutes later there’s a knock on the door… It’s the park host informing us it’s dropping below freezing tonight and that we should disconnect our water hose. We have 2-5 gallon jugs full so being without running water over night or part of a day is doable, frozen pipes however, not so much. So thank you Mr. Park Host Man. Well, the next afternoon James is at the office/store to rent a movie and it just so happens that Chatty-mic-chat-Stein is working which, (seriously, this sweet lady will turn a 5 minute transaction into 30, easy!) turned out this time to be beneficial. She told James about thermal tape for the water hose, or spend a few dollars more and get a heated water hose. Never heard of this before, how would we, but now it’s on the list! So we make it through no water night number one, and two, and that tiny ass snow fall has gone away. It warmed above freezing and we’ve prolonged our water hose issue for now. Then we got snow again! β„οΈβ˜ƒοΈ For like hours this time. Our Lily girl has only lived in San Diego so snow is a brand new experience for her! She sat and looked out the window with such intrigue that when we went outside, well, her prance was different, and she for sure knew it wasn’t raindrops she was feeling. ​

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So lets talk about this snow/rain/below freezing and back again temperatures we are now living in. Myself growing up in southeast Alaska, James in Illinois, we both know our way around some weather. Leaving said states that have more than one season and moving to San Diego we both were smart enough to keep some cold weather gear necessary for trips back home or camping and such. I had a fun little bag tucked away in the back of the closet full of our warm clothes; gloves, scarves, hats, snow gear and such. Well, in packing away our lives for shipping, and loading our trailer for living, somewhere along the line that bag full of cozy necessities got packed for the wrong journey!! (So did the damn plug for my electric blanket! That I have with us and long for almost daily.) 😩

Being unsure of how long we’d be living in this, or how much space we’d really have, when packing things away we went minimal on the “travel with” pile. Now, I have a handful of cute warm coats, don’t get me wrong, but what do I need with a cute anything on this journey just yet? So I keep my Carhartt coat, James as well. We also both bring our Xtratuff boots, necessary for sure, a few hoodies and jeans (this is our cold weather gear apparently.) Turns out when we dress for a cold rainy day we look like twins. (which was pointed out to us by our realtor and a guy looking at a property as we were leaving it.) I guess it’s time to do a little shopping. 😊Can you ever really have too many scarves? Or boots? Or hats?  Really? Oh, and a heated water hose, that’s a real sexy accessory to have as well. 

The house that sooo wasn’t.

2 Dec

Here’s a peach we looked at. A great corner lot, nestled off the road, no through street and no street parking. Surrounded by properties valued well above this listing, meaning instant equity. Beautiful big yard, mostly fenced in, AND it was located on Bing street!! Bing!! The online listing had only exterior house and property pictures. It’s a renter occupied home so getting a tour inside takes a minute to coordinate, you know, to give them time to tidy up. 😬 Well, YAY! We got a viewing !! 


There’s a nice quaint front porch with seating area for your morning coffee. Look, there’s a couch!
Lots of closet space.
Roomy enough bathroom, there’s no tub but that’s ok, it has a nice pedestal sink. Space saver. 
It does have a small laundry room, outside on the side of the garage, complete with water heater and built in shelving, with what appears to be bird seed.
Also, the garage has shelving and was pretty big. My favorite part of this was when our realtor asked the occupants of they knew they had rats, due in part to the bag of garbage on the floor. 
The kitchen may need some work but it has a nice little dining area. I think we could figure out a small 2 seater table.

Not a lot of counter space but hey, I’ve been making it work in the little trailer πŸ‘πŸ»

Like I said, maybe just a little work. 
Well, we talked it over and it has some foundation issues so that was the deal breaker, that and only that πŸ˜‰. Oh well πŸ˜”