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Today is my birthday. My 34th birthday. And this is a photo of me, taken with my new iphone (paid for via birthday money proceeds). I can’t install Adobe Flash, so I couldn’t upload directly to Flickr, but at any rate, here I am.
I am waiting for Ellis to wake up from her nap, and in the time she’s been asleep, I have spent (wasted) a ridiculous amout of time trying to install Adobe Flash, I Swiffered the entire house (don’t get too excited; it’s a small house), including pulling out the fridge to get the rat’s-nest of Porter-hair that had been mocking me for weeks, unloaded the dishwasher, tidied the living room, and scrubbed the shower/bathtub. I’m even giving Ellis rights to the first bath in the clean tub, but only because she has food in her hair & I do have some standards when it comes to my child’s grooming.
I have a short-list of errands to run today, time allowing, and then I have Action Appliance Repair coming sometime between 2 and 4 to look at our washer & dryer. Talk about an afternoon killer.
Boy do I know how to have a good time.
But, after Adam gets home from work, we’re having dinner at my mom & step-dad’s house for my FAVORITE dinner: grilled pizzas. The first time my brother said he was making pizzas on the bbq, I couldn’t quite wrap my head around it. Pizzas? On the grill? Really? In my head, it was a “bbq pizza”, with bbq sauce.
And it was not bbq pizza, but only the BEST PIZZA IN THE WHOLE ENTIRE WORLD. I’m sure the homemade dough, made by my sister-in-law Michelle, has much to do with it. We generally make several small-to-medium pizzas, but my favorite is a mediterranean, with feta, greek olives & things of that nature.
It has been a quiet day, but rainy & windy. The first of our fall weather is upon us, and I can’t say as I’m all that happy to see leaves on the ground already. When the weather starts to turn like this, I usuallylook forward to fall. But this year I’m still clinging to summer. I could sit & wonder what’s different this year, but the answer is sleeping blissfully 2 rooms away. 
I don’t want to admit that she’s nearly 16 months old, which means she’s nearly 18 months old, and that just means she’s on her way to being a teenager. And I’m not ready for that. I want her to stay innocent and pure, imaginative, silly, my sweet little girl.
either that or she’s just on strike. 
and to add insult to injury, there was an avalanche early this morning that took out the hydro-electric towers leaving the town to rely on diesel generators for power. the electric company is estimating that our bills will be increased by 500% for the next few months while they repair the towers, and they aren’t even going to start repairs for at least a month. it sucked enough to pay $180 a month for electricity and we don’t even use our electric heat (which reminds me, I need to pay our oil bill), but to have that increased by 500%?? I could say, at least it’s coming up on summer when our electricity bill drops, but it’s not going to matter much this year. 
the only good thing about today? costco now carries Izze. yippee! I totally blame dooce for my Izze addiction, and although the 12-pack at costco doesn’t contain my favorite flavor, pink grapefruit, I’m still giddy. almost enough to make up for spending $200 at costco. 
EDITED: we woke up to 8 inches of snow this morning. excuse my language, but this is CRAP!
Ummmm, yeah. So I missed the mark by a week. Or two. We’ll just say that I was having some bad days and leave it at that, shall we? I’ve had 3 WHOLE day without tears, though, so that’s some good news!
The 100th post winner ~ Sherrie! If you want to see some really amazing photos of Alaska, check out her blog. She’s a total bad-ass, is one of the sweetest girls I know, and I think I can safely say she was one of Adam’s favorite people to work with on the glacier. Thanks for your encouraging comments, Sherrie ~ I hope you like your notebook!
Honey & I have had an adventure of our own, although nothing like climbing ice falls. This past weekend, we went on an annual camping trip to celebrate the 3rd anniversary of our dear friend Bill’s death. Through Billy, we have made some equally amazing friends; people who accepted us into their group for no other reason than because we were okay in the eyes of Bill. And if there was anything I could say about Bill, it’s that if Bill said it was a good idea, you believed it was a good idea, too. That was just Bill’s way. To be in Bill’s world was something incredibly special, and those who knew him know exactly what I mean. I could say I felt slighted that I knew him for such a short time, but I don’t think Bill would approve of that sort of thinking. Instead, I will be grateful for the months that I did have him in my life.
The camping trip was at Cowee Meadows, a 2.1 mile hike from the road. Adam & I have done this hike several times, but never in these conditions. And FYI, hiking in thigh-high snow while 6 months pregnant: NOT EASY. Ordinarily I would rather shoot myself in the foot than say anything negative about Dooce, but I’m sorry; her snow is nothing compared to this.
Honey went first to pave the way for me & Doodles, not that it didn’t still suck. This is where we made the foolish, foolish mistake of cutting out into the meadows rather than stick to the trail in the woods, which under normal circumstances would make the hike considerably shorter. Not the case when there’s 2 feet of fresh snow on the ground. We cut back into the woods as soon as we could, but by that point, I was already so sore I could hardly lift my legs. I was not anticipating the strain it would put on my hips and on my body in general. And when one falls, which I did about a dozen times, it’s really, REALLY hard to get back up when you’re in that much snow, and totally off balance with a backpack & a big belly. I am not ashamed to say I used Doodles as a brace to get myself back up on more than one occasion. He just looked at me like ~ Excuse me? What is this we’re doing??
And this would be me, wearing Honey’s outdoor gear because none of mine fits anymore, and obviously early enough in the hike that I’m still smiling. Trust me when I say that I would only make this trek in this condition for Billy K.
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This is what relief looked like to me on that day: seeing the cabin after 2 VERY long hours of hiking. Cowee Meadows is one of my most favorite places to be, although we only camp here once a year. We used to come out with 2 other couples on another annual trip, but they’ve since moved away.
This trip, there were 3 other couples, 3 dogs, and one toddler named Meadow ~ named for these meadows. Six of us slept upstairs in the loft while the couple with the toddler slept downstairs. Between the crinkling of sleeping bags, pacing dogs, the fear of a mouse coming into my sleeping
The drive home was no piece of cake, either. Not for Porter, of course, who slept the whole way. There was about a foot of snow on the road, and there is no road mainenance that far “out the road”. There were times that the car got a little squirrely, heading dangerously close the edge (the edge being a cliff that dropped off to the ocean). I’d put my hand firmly on Honey’s leg, as if me, not his seatbelt, was going to keep him from being tossed through the windshield. It somehow makes me feel better, though.
My poor body has since recovered, and even though I am so glad we made the trip, I don’t think we’ll make it next year with an 8-month old baby in tow. I may have been a trooper this year, but I have my limits!
Me at 24 weeks. I’m not thrilled with my face getting fatter & fatter, but I rather like my belly. Sometimes I still can’t believe this is my body, that I’ve got a real little person growing inside me. Until she starts kicking & punching. I think I will miss that feeling. I know I will. She’s kicking hard enough for Honey to feel, which I’m sure makes this more real to him, too. Sometimes we sit with our hands on my belly going ~ Felt that! Felt that! Even though my pregnancy hasn’t been easy for me, I am still amazed every day that there’s a baby in there.
Aside from lots of crafting, Honey & I also took Doodles on some good dog walks. I’m trying to remind myself that it’s important to stay active, even if it’s just taking Doodles out, but the weather has been so miserable it’s hard to summons the motivation to do so. Juneau is known for rain ~ lots & lots of rain ~ and we really get dumped on this time of year. This weekend was perfect weather for getting out, though.
These are some photos of the Mendenhall Glacier, as taken from the West Glacier Trail. Honey is a glacier guide on the weekends during the summer, and has spent thousands of hours up there over the past 7 years. It really is the most amazing place to be. If you ever take a trip to Alaska & have the opportunity to take a helicopter glacirt tour, I highly recommend it. It ain’t cheap, but so worth it. Imagine miles & miles of ice as far as the eye can see. Photos from the ground can’t even beigin to do it justice, you’ll just have to take my word for it. Or maybe someday I’ll post photos that I’ve taken while on the glacier. Even then, nothing can compare to seeing it for yourself.
Mt. McGinnis, which soon will be covered with snow. And then, as Honey says, it’s all over. Winter is here.
Was Doodles tired after his romp at the glacier? I think so! That dog finds the silliest places to rest his head.
Today we walked along the Mendenhall wetlands; another great viewing spot of the glacier. Honey & I live at the base of the mountain on the right; Thunder Mountain which will soon also be covered in snow.
Baffling how & why there is a railway car out there. We have no trains, nor have we ever had any trains. We don’t even have a ROAD into Juneau, let alone trains! Just fascinating!
You should have seen how many tries it took Doodles to get up that log. Needless to say, he doesn’t have the greatest balance. He must get that from me.
So this is Juneau in the fall. More grey than shades of orange & red, but we take what we can get!
