Dec 6

I know this sounds like an excuse but I’ve been waaaay too busy to sit down and write anything of real substance. Not even a vignette. But aren’t you proud of me? I didn’t use one for this here post.

Nope. Instead I’m going to bore you with other things. Like how this one guy that lives here? Is officially the biggest crybaby to ever walk the earth. Oh my dog. I pretty much wanted to stab him in the eye today. He’s one of those people that moved the bush and now complains about living in the bush.

Look. If you move here? You’re going to pay a lot more for things. Mainly? Because everything that comes out here is FLOWN in because WE ARE NOT CONNECTED TO A ROAD SYSTEM. “AVGAS” (aviation fuel) is expensive. We run a business that relies on AVGAS. That means that the businesses pay more for their goods. Now if you do the math, you’ll then know that that cost gets passed on to you. The consumer. Fuel? Is 5.32 per gallon. A gallon of milk? 7.49. Why? BECAUSE WE DON’T HAVE A TRUCK THAT HAULS IT IN EVERY NIGHT. Just think about it like this: YOU pay anywhere between 300-500 for a plane ticket. That’s just a coach fare. Now translate that into hauling thousands of pounds of goods on that very plane so that you can have fresh produce, fresh milk, ice cream, cigarettes, beer, bread, etc. Throw in the “priority shipping” we pay to get that produce out here in a timely manner, not to mention the expenses like electricity and heat,  and you’re looking at 2.99 per pound for bananas. I’m digressing here but my point is: You knew this before you moved here, because I’m assuming that anyone that would move to the bush would research it first. If you hate paying the high prices, don’t live here. Even if you order your goods from town? You’re still going to have to pay the freight to get it here. Move back to the road system if you don’t like it. Otherwise, shut the hell up. Okay?

And while we’re at it, tourists!  I love you.  I think it’s cute how you walk into the store looking all wide-eyed with awe.  I really do love hearing about why you came to visit.  I really do.  But I don’t like it when you ask me things like “OH MY GOD! WHY ARE YOUR PRICES SO HIGH?!”  Alright.  I’ll even give you that one because sometimes people really don’t understand.  What I really don’t like?  Is when you ask me: “So you really don’t have a road that connects to town?”  Um. NO!  That’s when I want to ask them:  “HOW DID YOU GET HERE?” only to hear them reply: “Oh we flew, we couldn’t drive here.”

Ah HA!  You couldn’t drive here.  DING DING DING!

But I don’t.  Instead I smile brilliantly and then explain that “No, we don’t have a road, that’s why you have to fly in.” because I’m making EVERY attempt not to just reach over and thwack them upside the head.
It’s like the people who walk in EVERY SINGLE DAY, walk over to the Newspaper bin, find it empty and ask: “No paper?”

I have to bite my tongue to keep from saying: “Um.  Did you just ask me that out loud?”

Dusty says he can see the infuriation on my face now when he’s in the store and that happens.  I’ve got to do a better job of hiding it. My God, people.  Seriously.

Where’s Bill Engvall when you need him?  Because…”Here’s Your Sign”

Dec 2

The Insomnia bug was on my back early this morning and I signed onto Messenger to see who was up and about and saw Jenni online.

It was on her back too.   She suggested an actual live phone call.  Which we haven’t done in well over a year…or maybe two.

It was a great phone call, full of laughter and even a few tears because well, sometimes you just have to get a lot of stuff of your chest and really Dionne said that’s what friends are for, right?

Long story short:  Jenni is coming to visit in July to celebrate her birthday!  I’m completely stoked.  I’m going to have to stock up on Captain Morgan’s and Coke and start counting the days.

It’s not even 2007 yet and already I can tell it’s going to be a great year.

Dec 1

Today is my sister-in-law, Jennifer’s, birthday.

Jennifer is married to Howard’s brother Tim, which means I’ve known her for as long as I’ve known Howard.  I first met her when I was still a bratty teenager and she was already married to Tim.  I remember her as always being kind and sweet to me.  We didn’t really get to know each other until after I was married to Howard though, mainly because we just didn’t run in the same circles or even live in the same town.

Then we ended up living in the same town and things changed between us.

Jennifer and I were automatically bonded because, well, when you’re married to one of three brothers who grew up extremely close with each other you just know that as a wife, you’re just  lucky enough to come in second to the brothers.  That’s okay, but all that testosterone can really fill a room, especially when those three boys are together.  This was the main thing that brought Jennifer and I together as friends.  The boys would be talking in their own language and Jennifer and I would be the eye-rolling wives.  Don’t get me wrong, we’re married to wonderful men, but well, you just have to know these boys.

She and I would spend hours on the phone talking even when we lived just five minutes from each other.  We’d share our secrets, laugh together, cry together and always be there for each other.  We’d get together on the weekends to unwind and hang out and have a lot of laughs.  There was one incident involving Doritos and Velveeta cheese, that we still laugh about to this day.  We could be goofy together, be snarky together, be bitchy together, even go so far as to poke fun at those crazy men we ended up with.

Like any family, we’ve had our tension too.  There was a family vacation dubbed “the vacation from hell” that kept us from speaking for a time.  No one was particularly at fault, but at the time, we just all needed to put some daylight between ourselves.  The hiatus didn’t last long though.  Soon enough, we were back to our old tricks, but I remember thinking that I would NEVER let anything so silly come between us again.

Moving to Alaska is the farthest distance I’ve ever lived from her and it made me really sad that I didn’t get to see her last year when we went back to NC for a visit.  Sometimes I don’t think she realizes just how much I really love her and want to spend time with her.  That even though we’re far away doesn’t mean I don’t feel just as close to her as I always have, that distance can lessen the bonds of family, that she seems any less like a sister to me.

I wish I could be there for her birthday today.  Being a Friday, we’d probably have as good a time dancing at a club or just hanging out gabbing over cocktails.  Or even eating Doritos with slices of Velveeta cheese sqeezed between them.

I hope she’s having a great day and knows that her sister in law in Alaska loves her very much.

Happy Birthday Jennifer!

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