Thursday, January 29, 2015

How To Go Sledding In Alaska

BlondieChell's Tips For Sledding In AK:

1. Pick a snow-covered hill. Basically anywhere.

2. Buy some cheap sleds (watch the videos)

3. Dress warm. Tons of layers are recommended

4. Have fun!

Monday, January 19, 2015

6 Reasons I Struggle With Running In the Dark

    I struggle with running in the dark. I'm a sunshine girl, so i have to fight myself to run in the dark. Here are some reasons why:

    1. Dark is scary.

    2. I've seen moose run across the hig uhh way randomly, so I can just imagine one lying in wait, then charging out of nowhere when I pass by.

     3. Bears. I know they're around, I just don't know "where"...

     4. It's not as fun. The scenery? Black. It's all black.

     5. No running trails near my house, so that means running on roads that have sharp turns and winds....which could equal danger for me if I'm running on the road.

     6. I....may be too scared....

Monday, January 12, 2015

Reasons To Love Zambonis

       Yesterday I came to appreciate the role zambonis play on the ice. See, last year was our first time ice skating. Ever. And we took full advantage of living in Alaska by using the outdoor rink at the kiddo's school which was just a block away. Every so often, they would "ghetto zamboni" the rink with a hose and tarp on the back of a truck.
      It didn't matter to me if the ice was "smooth" or not. I seemed to be able to handle it well...except for when they ice wasn't completely frozen that was troublesome.
      Since we moved approx 60 miles away from that location over the summer, I have been searching for a new (and free) locale. However, this winter has been unseasonably warm (I'm calling it an Alaskan Indian Summer) so frozen surfaces can be sketchy.
      Apparently Wasillians frequent the local lake for skating when it's frozen solid, and yesterday seemed like the perfect time for us to try it out. So we did.
      And...then I discovered the important role zamboni's play in the world of ice skating:

        1. They literally do smooth out the ice! See the bubbles and cracks?? (not to mention the random frozen foliage sticking out of the ice) Apparently "natural" ice skating surfaces develop these defects from the freezing and refreezing and stuff landing on them before they refreeze.....

     Okay, I guess that's the only reason I discovered to love now take a gander at the fun family photos we took while ice skating:

            These two just may have spent more time on their knees than their feet....

Monday, January 5, 2015

A Few Reasons To Visit Alaska In The Winter

     Ever wonder Alaska offers in the winter besides frozen tundra, Kodiak bears and The Deadliest Catch??  Well, I documented some of our great features to show you!

            Like a winter sunset on the Turnagain Arm....

         And filling up containers with drinking water from this magical pipe that sticks out of the side of a mountain (no worries-water has been tested!!!){Note: It has been unseasonably warm this winter -typically it's still froze at this time of year}

                Fantastic sunrises!!!

       Finding landscape treasures such as this old bridge!

   Uncaged bald eagles!!!

      Moose. On the side of the road. Just munching.

World's largest chocolate waterfall....Who doesn't want to see this???

              And of course, gigantic chunks of chocolate.....

         Accumulating ice on your beard while the pitch the winter.....

The Aurora Borealis.....right over our house!!!

Free museum entry the first Friday of every month in Anchorage....

    So...when are you coming to visit??

Monday, December 29, 2014

Sometimes, I Pick A Favorite...

   Some days I like to play a little game called "Which Kiddo's the Fav??"

   You know you do it too...typically it depends on which child is the most well-behaved that day...but some days it gets awarded to the most helpful, or funniest child. Sometimes my favorite is the most snuggly....and if I'm in a really sour mood, it could be the child who "takes care of" the ones annoying me. It all depends on my mood.
    Like when A will do just about anything I ask of her...or M gives me couch cuddles....or J tells me he loves me (repeatedly. because he wants something...).
   Growing up, I always heard my mom say "I love you all the same" and "I don't have any favorites". As a mom, I know she forced herself say these things to keep the peace among the horde. And for that, I am grateful. But as a mother, I now know better.  
    And I believe it's okay to think this way because at the end (and beginning) of the day, I do love all of my kiddos the same. However, as their behavior during the day varies, so does my thoughts about the children. I mean sure, they're all great, they have fantastic qualities, and yet all three are different, and have different strengths and weaknesses.
     Do I ever tell them they've made it to "favorite" rank?? Of course not! I just keep these thoughts to myself...and you

Monday, December 22, 2014

Twas The Monday Before Christmas... for nothin for today. I was going to post a recipe for Moose Poop, but my mom came to visit us, so I don't have it all together like I had wanted it. And trust me, you want this recipe!!!
  So I leave you with this thought about Christmas Moose: 

Monday, December 15, 2014

Proof That My Children Are A Few Crayons Short Of A Rainbow

Proof that my children are a few crayons short of a rainbow.....
    You know how you wander around the house aimlessly while talking on the phone? That was me the other day-wandering around the house while talking to my dad on the phone and then I settled on the office chair in the living room. Five seconds later, I was kissing the floor my foot felt like it was broken. I can’t tell you what happened, because I don’t know. One moment I was upright, the next, I felt myself and said chair falling….”Man down! Man down!” I yelled as my body slid to the floor in a heap.
   As I laid there (still yelling “Man down! Man down!”) the 8yo came over, took my phone and my slippers and resumed my conversation with my father. “Call 911!” I heard him say….then “Oh, DON’T call 911!!” even though all I was able to utter was “Man down!”  Boy am I glad that kid has his medical degree!
     While I lay there, face-planted into our faux wood floor, I mentally assessed the damage. Wind knocked out? Check. Foot screaming in pain? Check. The 6yo comes over and asked what hurt (finally! Someone cares!). I let her know that my foot hurt “real bad” so of course (another M.D. in the family) she lifted each foot and squeezed it. “This one? This one?”  Then she dropped my feet and walked away.
   After a few minutes, I found the strength to roll over on my back and I reached for my phone. The 8yo got the hint and delivered it along with my slippers. Next the 6&8yos lifted my hand and gasped. Apparently I had gotten some red marker on my hand earlier. They both insisted that this was blood and needed a bandaid. Finally! Some medical assistance!
    Then the 8yo felt my forehead for a fever, prayed for me, then he stepped on the injured foot.  Good times. When I finally got up, he exclaimed “Good! All your bones are together again! You’re fixed!” 

    And.... this is the crew who is supposed to care for me when I am older….Such good hands…..