Sep 27

This morning, the DJ at the radio station dedicated “Darling Don’t Cry” to me for no reason at all.  And Howard was all: “Awww Darlin’ Don’t Cry”.  Heh

Last week when Dusty and I were doing our show, we played Tina Turner’s “You Better Be Good To Me” and I grabbed the microphone out of its little holder thingy (it’s not a stand because it’s not actually standing, it’s more like “hanging”) and started lip synching and dancing around the small little studio.  Dusty threw his head back and laughed so hard, I could see all the boogers in his nose.

Oh wait, Dusty doesn’t have boogers.


The urge hit me and I had to go with it.  Sometimes you just gotta do that, right?

And that’s all for now because oh my Hell, I’ve gotta go finish the playlist that I lied to Dusty about having today at lunch I’ve been working so diligently on for tonight’s show.

Hey, at least you got a post, right?

Sep 26

You all know I love music.  I mean, I give in to my corny, campy side and post song lyrics here about once a week.

Truth is, I’m into music without lyrics too.  It’s just kind of hard to post those kind of songs. (ya think?)

A few days ago, I heard an indigenous song with a rhythm that touched me so much, I stopped what I was doing and got goosebumps.

This morning, it dawned on me that one of my former employees told me about a native love song that made her cry everytime she heard it and I was pretty certain it was the song that stopped me in my tracks a few days ago.  I called the radio station and asked the morning DJ if she knew which song it was (after describing it to her).  She said, she would play a few of the songs back to back and if she played the one I was talking about, I should call her.

She played that very song on the first try.  I called her quickly and told her she was right.  “Oh my God, I love this song…it makes me cry…” she said.  The very words I’d heard a few months ago.

Then I hung up with her and finished listening.  I came home and downloaded the song from iTunes and what do you know?  My first moment listening to it completely, I teared up too.  I still have goosebumps.

It’s called “Darling Don’t Cry” by Buffy Sainte-Marie and the Red Bull singers.

I don’t even know the lyrics but the beat is so uplifting it takes my breath away.  Maybe you’ll feel differently, who knows?  But give it a listen.  If you’re into that sort of thing.

Sep 24

I swear this picture personifies the stress I’ve been under lately….but I can’t help but crack the hell up everytime I see it. I’m telling you, if you’re having a bad day, go to I CAN HAS CHEESEBURGER?


Sep 23

Last night, in honor of Christopher’s Monday morning departure we had a small get-together with a few friends, lit a fire in our outdoor fireplace and hung out and visited for a while.

The beer, wine, and liquor flowed pretty easily as did the conversation and laughter.  Chris leaned over sometime in the night and whispered a “thank you” to me.  He said he had a great time, in spite of the fact that neither he nor Howard got a moose, and that he was enjoying the party because it was more intimate.

Sometime around 3am, I was tuckered out, I told everyone goodnight and made my exit.  Our friends know, when I’m done, I’m done.  No one takes offense, no one judges me and considers me a bad host.  Our friends also know that if they want to just hang out even after we’ve made an exit, they are welcome to.

Of course that means Howard is always the consumate host and is always the last person to turn in.  When I went to bed, everyone was still talking, having a good time, and the beers were still flowing pretty well.  I fell asleep to murmurs of conversation and the faint smell of burning wood from the fireplace.

Sometime around 9am, I awoke and still heard people talking.  I couldn’t believe it when I got up and saw that Howard and his brother were still up, awake, and still putting wood on the fire.  Of course, I say that I couldn’t believe it when in reality, I absolutely could.

Howard and his brothers grew up extremely close.  They moved around a lot due to his father’s job and always had to rely on each other for friendship.  I’ve always envied and admired their closeness.  It’s a running joke that the women who married or will marry these men will have to accept “coming in second” to her husband’s brothers.  Some people would take offense to that.  I try to embrace it.  I know in reality, that Howard is always going to do what’s best for our marriage.  He’d never make me feel like I’m “coming in second.”

But a part of me is proud to have a husband who is so close with his siblings.

This morning as I walked outside and they both seemed a little embarassed and just KNEW I was going to be pissed off that they were still up, all I could do was smile and tell them to enjoy themselves.  They went back to stoking the fire and talking.  They even cleaned up the beer cans and tidied up.

By 11:30am, I knew I’d have to put them to bed because they’d be exhausted and would likely sleep Christopher’s last day away if they didn’t get some rest.

I fried bacon, made soft scrambled, buttery eggs, biscuits and gravy and called them in to eat.  After they filled their bellies, they started to nod off on the couch and I coaxed each of them to their rooms and they’ve been snoring ever since.

I guess some women would be aggravated but as I was cooking, I kept looking out at them through the kitchen window, watching them put their arms around each other, laughing, dancing, hearing them sing to the music on the iPod, and talk animatedly to each other, I was grateful to God for giving me a sister.

Know one knows us better than our siblings, given they are raised in the same household.  When no one else has our back, we know that when the chips are down, we always always have a best friend.

I’m glad I didn’t ruin their good time by nagging and yelling at them for staying up so late.

I’m so glad Howard wasn’t born an only child and I know that Christopher will take away wonderful memories of his trip.

Albeit with a little sleep deprivation and a hangover. :-)

Sep 22

You know, I should have just hung a “Closed until October” sign around here because I’ve just not had the time or energy to post very much and I apologize.

I have lots of funny posts in my head and I’ve had a lot going on in my life but actually sitting down and writing about it is another matter.

One I’m not even going to attempt until September is over.   Until then, I’ll try to post the usual mindless chatter and hopefully by the end of the month, I’ll start making sense again.

Sep 17

Oy.  “Busy”is the word to describe me as of late.  We’re halfway through hunting season though and this time next month, you’ll see the tumbleweeds rolling through town and all will be quiet again.

Of course, there aren’t any tumbleweeds in Alaska.

Let’s see, I left off saying that Dusty and I were going to do our show and we did.  I have to honk our horns right now and say that according to all of the call-ins and compliments we’ve been receiving since, we did a great job.  We hustled 13 memberships and people were calling in to request songs and dedications.

Dusty and I didn’t do too bad as co-hosts either.  I think the important thing was we were just…ourselves.  It came so naturally to us, it was kind of hard to get us to shut up to do the call letters, do the weather, and announce the messages, but we did.  We almost wish we’d had another hour but Dusty and I are busy people.  Getting that two hours this time of year was pure luck.  We’re going to try and do it every Thursday night now, in spite of that fact.

From the room we were doing our broadcast from, there was a big window that allowed us to see outside towards the old airport runway.  Dusty asked me if I felt like I was looking out at Rockefeller plaza in New York.  I replied back: “Well, I would but the view is just a little different.”

A few minutes later, two signs appeared in the window that said:

“I LOVE YOU CHRISSY! …and Dusty too”



It didn’t take us long to figure out that Howard and his brother Christopher were holding up the signs.  They took Dusty’s “Rockefeller Plaza” cue and gave us a good laugh.  We had a couple of other fans “crash” the station and our broadcast but Dusty and I handled it like pros and never waivered.  It was nothing short of a blast.

Damn, but we were good together.

I also announced to all of our listening area that Howard’s brother was single and in town for ten days…and we’d been trying to marry him off for years.  He seemed to appreciate it, though he never thought I’d actually take him up on that dare.

I’ve had a few people asking if they could listen to us live on the internet and I’m sad to say that right now, the radio station doesn’t have the budget to keep us online right now.  Dusty and I are working on fundraising ideas and until then, are recording our broadcasts and we plan to burn cd’s for friends and family.  We just ask you to be patient.  Or just wait until September is over.

All that aside, last week was pretty damn stressful, mainly due to work-related issues.  Come Saturday, I was frazzled, fried, “stick a fork in me, I’m done”.

Yesterday, Howard knew exactly what I needed.  He suggested we take Christopher kayaking.  I had my warm clothes on and was sitting in the car before he had the sentence out of his mouth.  Chris was game but was apprehensive.  I instructed him (just as Dusty instructed me my first time) on what to do and what not to do and he ended up having a great time.  We split a bottle of wine between us and floated together for a while, holding on to each other’s kayaks and passing the bottle of wine back and forth.

I can’t believe I did think of kayaking myself.  It is my favorite form of therapy as of late. Once again, I returned home, calm, happy, and a lot less frazzled.
Of course, today is Monday and it is raining, and Christopher and Howard decided to go Moose hunting tonight.  Which means that I’m back to being stressed out not only over work but over whether or not, they’re safe and okay.

They better get their damn moose, is all I’m sayin’.

Oh well, at least I can have that last bottle of wine in the fridge all to myself.

Sep 12

Dusty and I are finally getting our collective asses in gear and are doing a radio show tomorrow night.

It will be three hours. Ack.

I’m not acking because it’s three long hours. I’m just wondering if three hours will be enough. Seriously, he and I gab it up like nobody’s business.

I went on this morning with our morning DJ and did about an hours worth of canvassing for memberships and donations to the station. I was surprised by how calm I was and how much I like it.

I think our local radio station and our listeners are in for it. Dusty and I have opened a can of worms.

Howard went on the hour before me and he gave tomorrow night’s show a plug and he and the DJ were talking about it…this was Howard’s take:

“Well, I know they’re going to have fun with the tabloids and they’ll probably play music and ask each other “how does it make you feel?

Oh no he didn’t.  All I can say, is he is sooo in for it tomorrow night.  Tabloids are going to have to take a backseat to that little comment.  Dusty and I were talking about it over the phone today and decided we’d make sure we asked:
“How does that make you feel, Howard?”

We’re going to play songs that I KNOW he hates.  Because he’ll be at home and we’re going to close the phone lines.
Because I’m a good wife like that.

Sep 11

In honor of this somber anniversary, I thought I’d post my 9/11 post from two years ago.  I got so many compliments on it and going back to re-read it, I really don’t think I could do anything to improve upon it.

Last night, Dusty was telling me his memories of that day and at the time he was working for the local radio station.   He did 17 straight hours of broadcasting and then told me the story of the hunter who was in his small airplane and who suddenly looked out his window to find an F-15 flying beside him demanding he land.

Even in bush Alaska, in a time zone with four hours difference, 9/11 affected everyone.

May we never forget the husbands, the wives, the sons, the daughters, the brothers, the sisters, the mothers, the fathers, the grandfathers, the grandmothers, the friends who lost their lives that day.  As you read this old post, take a moment to reflect, and thank God for your good fortune however big or small.

In February 1998, Howard suggested taking a romantic weekend to Manhattan. Of course, I readily agreed and we made the 10 hour trip, even stopping to visit his cousin in Egg Harbor City, New Jersey. I remember being so excited because while I’d been to other parts of NY state, I’d yet to visit Manhattan. Howard lived in NYC with his family on and off through the years, so he’d been there countless times. I had the perfect tour guide.

I can vividly remember our first drive through Manhattan, and how I was white knuckling the dashboard the whole time because OH MY GOD, they really DO drive like maniacs there. I couldn’t get into the experience because I was afraid we were going to die. So the next day, Howard suggested we park on Staten Island and take the ferry over, then we’d take the subway and walk around the city vs. driving. I thought it was a pretty damn good idea.

I vividly remember crossing the harbor, going right past the statue of liberty, and seeing that beautiful NY skyline with the two huge towers on the lower end of the island. I was giddy and Howard beamed, enjoying my childlike wonderment. We spent three glorious days there and on our last day, Howard wanted to take me to the World Trade Center. I remember pouting because I wanted to see The Empire State building, but we only had time to see one. Howard kept saying, “trust me, you’ll LOVE the World Trade Center.” So I pouted a bit as we hopped on the subway in midtown that would take us directly to the basement of the towers.

Once we arrived, I immediately got over my disappointment…the place was huge! And amazing! the basement was an entire mall of activity with restaurants, upscale boutiques and the subway trains whizzing by amongst it all. We grabbed a bite to eat at a quaint deli, and I remember seeing a homeless man loitering right outside the entrance, and the manager of the deli approaching him with a sandwich and a Snapple tea in his hand, giving him the goods, patting his shoulder and the man smiling, thanking the kind man and wandering away. I remember swallowing a lump in my throat at his kindness too.

In my three short days, I’d seen lots of shop owners scowling and yelling at the homeless to get the hell away from their business. It is something that has stayed with me.

We then went to the main level and walked outside to “the mall” and Howard told me to stand next to the globe and look straight up with my camera. I remember looking up and seeing those two huge towers looming over me and my mouth agape with awe. I took lots of pictures. We then made our way inside (I cannot remember which tower allowed tourists to go to the roof). We passed through metal detectors, security screening, the whole she-bang and finally got our roof tickets. We were escorted by an armed guard into an elevator and zipped up to the top floor in less than a minute. I remember being fascinated by the speed of it. There were window seats where you could literally sit up against the thick glass of the tower and see directly down below. I remember doing that and feeling excited by the nervous thrill of it. Howard just sat back and let me enjoy myself, He’d done it dozens of times in years past.

We finally made our way to the roof, and saw they were shooting a music video but the band was from India, so we had no idea who they were but they wanted people to go about their business and wanted to get it on film. Howard, being the ham that he is, walked by the camera and gave a goofy wave. We got a good laugh out of it. We then walked to the edge of the platform and looked out over the city. It was spectacular…Howard took a self portrait of us with the North end of the island in the background, and then we made the long trek back down to earth and back to Staten Island. I was so happy he’d insisted on taking me there, vs. The Empire State building.

On 9/11/01, I had the day off from work, a paid day that was given for doing a good job. I remember wanting TUESDAY off, because I really wanted a day to myself to wash our curtains and give our house a thorough cleaning, plus the grocery stores would be deserted, they always were on Tuesdays. Howard had only been gone for about an hour when I flipped through the channels, stopping on a peculiar sight. Smoke billowing from one of the towers….live reports that an airplane had “accidently” slammed into it. I remember thinking to myself, “What kind of an idiot runs into a tower that damn big?” I even laughed a little.

Then as the reporter was commenting, I saw a dark object appear on the screen then another explosion in the opposite tower.

Then we all knew. This was no accident.

My heart jumped up into my throat and I went numb. I remained glued to the tv as reports came across that another plane had just slammed into the Pentagon and they were grounding all US flights, commercial and private, and they had lost radio contact with one plane somewhere over Pennsylvania. I remember watching the towers disintegrate and finally collapse and I burst into tears. We’d been to those towers only three years before!

I wanted to talk to Howard but knew he wouldn’t take my call in the middle of class but knew he’d call me as soon as he got word about it. When he did, I could barely keep my composure. He’d only gotten scant details because they didn’t want to throw the kids in a panic. I remember him asking me if the towers had actually fell, I confirmed that they had and he gasped and then concentrated on trying to calm me down.

I wanted him to come home immediately. I had no idea what was going on, were we at war? Why had this happened? What was going to happen? I finally calmed down after he promised to come straight home right after his students left for the day.

The house cleaning would have to wait. I couldn’t drag myself away from the television. I held my dog and my cat close to me and watched the rest of the afternoon. By that time, it was confirmed that a plane had gone down in Pennsylvania. I remember hoping maybe they’d just lost contact and landed at a private airport and it was just a big mix up.

The day dragged on, Howard finally came home and I ran into his arms and we collapsed on the sofa together and he was able to take in the full scale of what happened. Howard barely held back tears as he watched his beloved city transform into what looked like a war zone. He watched the place where we once stood smiling and laughing hurtle to the ground. It still makes us tear up even four years later. We often wonder if the kind deli manager made it out alive, were there any tourists trapped on the roof? Was there someone in that window seat that saw that plane speeding toward them?

Two months after 9/11, we headed back to NY to see his family and spent four days in Manhattan. The buildings were still burning, they were still pulling bodies out, lower Manhattan was still floating in a sea of trash, mainly paper, and the smell of smoke was pungeant. But we stayed anyway. We ate at the restaurants that had survived the tragedy, and shopped in Tribeca, putting our tourism dollars in the part of Manhattan that needed it most. I remember eating lunch at the “Wall Street Grill” and how deserted it was but how happy the owners were that we were patronizing their neck of the woods. How kind and gracious they were. I remember standing in the subway, looking at the big wall maps and random people coming up to us asking if they could help us get somewhere. I remember thinking if 9/11 affected anyone in a positive way, it was the people of that grand city. 

I took lots of pictures in 98 atop the towers and we took lots of pictures of ground zero in 01 but now they are safely tucked away. Sacred reminders of how quickly things can change, but how amazingly enough, we as Americans are resilient, Manhattan was/is. And when the new WTC is constructed, I’ll make a pilgramage back to pay homage to the city that stole my heart and the towers that held me while I laughed with joy.


Sep 8

This song doesn’t have any particular meaning to me? But Dusty and I played it last night at the bar and then we sat at a table with Howard and Susie and we all sang along to the lyrics.

And decided, that this is definitely a “drinking song.”

This goes out to all my friends who deserve to get a little revenge. Enjoy!

“Before He Cheats” Carrie Underwood

Right now he’s probably slow dancing with a bleach-blond tramp,
And she’s probably getting frisky…
Right now, he’s probably buying her some fruity little drink cause she can’t shoot a whiskey…
Right now, he’s probably up behind her with a pool-stick, showing her how to shoot a combo…
And he don’t know…

That I dug my key into the side of his pretty little souped up four wheel drive,
Carved my name into his leather seats…
I took a Louisville slugger to both head lights,
Slashed a hole in all four tires…
Maybe next time he’ll think before he cheats.

Right now, she’s probably up singing some
White-trash version of Shania karaoke..
Right now, she’s probably saying “I’m drunk”
And he’s a thinking that he’s gonna get lucky,
Right now, he’s probably dabbing on three dollars worth of that bathroom polo…
Oh, And he don’t know… ohhh

That I dug my key into the side of his pretty little souped up four wheel drive,
Carved my name into his leather seats,
I took a Louisville slugger to both head lights,
Slashed a hole in all four tires…
Maybe next time he’ll think before he cheats.

Ohh… I might of saved a little trouble for the next girl,
Cause the next time that he cheats…
Oh, you know it won’t be on me!
Noo… not on me…

Cause I dug my key into the side of his pretty little souped up four wheel drive,
Carved my name into his leather seats…
I took a Louisville slugger to both head lights,
Slashed a hole in all four tires…
Maybe next time he’ll think before he cheats,

Ohh.. Maybe next time he’ll think… before he cheats…
Na na na na na na na na na…
Ohh… before he cheats…
Na na na na na na na na na…

Sep 7

Why is it, everytime we get a four day week that the week always seems long?

Everyone’s been feeling the same way I have.  At least the people I ask.

Holy shit, thank God, it’s over.  Now if no one calls in sick tomorrow….

I’m pretty much caught up on my paperwork at the office and I’m always amazed at how quickly it piles up when you miss a mere week.  Good God.

I think I’ve earned myself a Ribeye and a Heineken Light, don’t you?  Or maybe I’ll switch it up and do hard liquor tonight.  Or maybe I’ll just talk a big game, eat my steak, become unbearably full, lean over to Howard who’s well into his 6th or 7th beer and tell him I want to go home and be asleep by 10.

Speaking of alcoholics….we had an electrician flown out to do some upgrades at the store, and last time he was here, he had to stay over on a Friday night, which means of course, we took him to steak night, which means of course, we had a few beers with him.

Then Dusty showed up.  And Joanie.  My two favorite drinking buddies.

Needless to say, after dinner, I kind of lost track of the electrician and the poor guy had to fend for himself as far as getting on the plane the following morning.  Good thing, the bed and breakfast is right next to the airline office and the plane taxied right up beside it.

Anyway, Dusty asked me about him, after noticing he was back, and asked me if I remembered the last time he was in town.

“I remember we took him to steak night….then I kind of go fuzzy after that.”

“Chrissy, we dragged him down to “The other bar” and got shitfaced and danced around the jukebox all night.”

“Oh my God, I’m so embarrassed that I don’t remember that.”

“Yeah well, you were pretty drunk.”

“Hey, I only get like that when I’m around you and I remember you slamming back beers like mere shots, so there.”

Dusty.  He’s SUCH a pusher.

He and I together?  Make hilarious drunks.

Also, forgetful ones.

Anyway, I asked Zach if he remembered that night and he just chuckled, paused a bit, and said “uh yeah…I think so…didn’t we go to the other bar?”

I knew then that I had NOTHING to be embarrassed about.

Happy Friday ya’ll.  Have a fun weekend and if you have a good time?  Please try to remember it.

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