100 Days-Part 2

Well folks it's official...today marks the 100th day of moving to Alaska. What a whirlwind it has been. As promised here are the final 50 musings the past "few" days have conjured up:

(I can't figure out why the numbering is all goofed up so you're just gonna have to be patient until I do..muchas gracias amigos)

  51.   I’ve now become accustomed to driving in snow, slush, ice and fog.
  52.   Christmas music apparently doesn’t cease at the end of December.
  53.   I've become adept at making a goof ball out of myself.

  54.   Even strangers in Alaska will allow you to borrow their car to get home.

  55.   I miss waking to my kitty cats meows.

  56.   It now takes twenty minutes to drive to the store, you better have everything you need or           
          make do.

  57.   The internet is an overrated-addiction.

  58.   I learned how to Contra dance-and plan to go back.

  59.   Never underestimate the power of a stubborn/precocious four year old.

  60.   There is no good cuisine here. NONE.

  61.   The opportunities for outdoor excursions are endless.

  62.   I now apparently like drinking tea.

  63.   Playing on the playground is way more fun in waist high snow.

  64.   I’ve posted 61 blog entries with over 1492 views by all my awesome tacos friends/family.

  65.   Being cold entails eating like a small ravenous pig.

  66.   I was yelled at by a cantankerous yoga teacher who apparently knows my body better than I  
         do.

  67.   Experiencing -20 degree weather is indescribable.

  68.   I had the lovely experience of seeing a mouse run under my bed.

  69.   Coming to the realization that you have a lot of support back home when your photo wall isn't 
          big enough to hold all the pictures of the people that you love.

  70.   My kiddos back home are getting too big too fast….I’ve had to mail them presents and 
          cards…it was odd.

  71.   I feel like doing a cartwheel but doubt my ability to not fall like an arse.

  72.  Jumping zones should not be attempted by adults who don’t want to pull their arm out of their 
          sockets.

  73.   2 medical bills, 1 student loan and 1 credit card all paid off and still change in the bank.

  74.   My morning starts by saying hello to three chickens, one rooster and a turkey.

  75.   Naming your car Queen Betsy makes you the bees knees.

  76.   I had the gumption to apply to Portland State University in the Masters of Social Work   
          Program….fingers crossed until April.          

  77.   My patience has been tested to the extreme during the construction/hell o remodel.

  78.   I’ve learned how to cook spaghetti in the fondue pot.

  79.   Rocking out to the oldies ensues in a car of giggling girls.

  80.   Parental exhaustion has a real world feeling now.   
  81.   I live in a land of Northface, Patagonia, Dansko’s and iPhones.

  82.  Children who don’t watch TV are confused when commercials appear and come running and  
         screaming that the TV is broken.

  83.  I day dream about the day that I come home on the airplane and go running into my Papa’s 
         arms.

  84.   Moose are like the sacred cows of India. 
885.  A dog peed on my bed my first week here.  
  86.  I wrote an entire piece about a shower tile…and you read it.

  87.  Driving home one day I had the moon setting behind me and the sun blazing in full glory in   
         front.

  88.   A favorite childhood movie came to life on Alaskan Broadway it was Beastly Beautiful. 
  89.   I almost puked when walking into the kitchen seeing an entire raw deer leg carcass.

  90.   I can’t be in denial that I’m a kid magnet.

  91.   Being sumo wrestled by a 20 lbs cat at 2 am is not my definition of fun.

  92.   I’m a glorified taxi driver.

  93.   There was a moose in my backyard and I did the smart thing and went outside and stood five 
          feet away and took a picture. Of course.

  94.   I’m grateful when my 4 year old decides to take a nap.

  95.   I live in Smart wool knee high socks and long underwear.

  96.   My chocolate peanut butter cookies still make people smile.

  97.   I’ve turned into an old fart that goes to bed at 10 p.m. if I’m lucky. Or at least I’d LIKE to be in 
          bed at said time.

  98.  There needs to be a handbook for live in au-pairs. Or at the very least accounts of all the 
         awkward situations you can be stuck in to make other au-pair’s feel better.

  99.   It’s amazing what you can discover when you take the time to find it.

  100. I have the world’s coolest, most supportive, awesome taconess friends/family on the planet. Thank you to everyone who reads this drivel, who sends me texts, gets hand cramps writing me letters and who is eagerly anticipating a visit home. I love and miss you all more than I can describe. I’ll be home in August and can’t wait to see all of your beautiful faces. Much love and peace…thank you for helping me reach this milestone.