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Pinterest, Ugh! or Why I Hate Pinterest!

Published December 1, 2013 by krystal

Yesterday evening, I posted this on my Facebook.  I even tagged my husband because of how furious I was at the concept of Pinterest!  I had an overwhelming ONE like.  That overwhelming one?  It was my husband, Joey, who was sitting right next to me in the car when I made the meme.  Joey said that our friends must all be those lazy copy cats.  That made me laugh a little, and I almost felt a little okay with the situation.

Allow me to walk you through the events.  On October 7, we found out that our baby would be a little girl.  The very next day, we threw together a fun little scavenger hunt where my parents and my brother’s family ran through and around the house searching for clues that would eventually lead them to the final hiding spot, which held a scratch off ticket revealing the gender.  The idea of the scratch off came from this joke between my dad and me.  The idea of having a scavenger hunt stemmed from the fact that bow hunting season had just started.  The clues for the game were also made up by me.  Everyone had an awesome time and loved the hunt!

The final clue, leading the hunters to the two cabinets above the stove.

The final clue for Joey’s family, leading the hunters to the two cabinets above the stove.

We decided to do the same thing for Joey’s family on Thanksgiving, but since I had longer to plan it, the clue cards were much cuter, new clues were added, and there were much more of them.  Several of the clues at our house were specific for us or our house, so we had to make them a little more general to fit in my in laws house.

These were considerably nicer than the plain black and white ones used for the party in Arkansas.  Needless to say, I saved them all for our little girl’s scrapbook.  One day, she’ll love to see them and hear the stories from her gender reveal parties!

It’s not like it took forever, but it did take the better part of an evening to think up the clues and then choose the style for the cards.  Of course, it was also important to make sure the cards had the correct flow, otherwise, the hunters might get stuck in the bathroom and not know where to go next!

The final clues, as they were hidden above the stove.

The scratch off cards, as they were hidden above the stove.


Joey’s mom took pictures of the clues and the final scratch off announcing that we’re having a girl.  She couldn’t contain her excitement and showed the pictures to half the county.  I guess she showed this snobby girl who graduated with Joey.  Her response to my MIL?  “Well, somebody’s been on Pinterest.”  Seriously?  Did I really just spend an entire evening using my own ideas and creativity just to have my originality reduced to a Pin?  I did not click “download” and “print” off Pinterest.  No, each and every clue was well thought out and typed up by ME.

Now, I’m not saying that I’m the first person ever to have a scavenger hunt, nor am I saying that I’m the first to reveal my baby’s gender with a scratch off card.  I might be one of the first to combine the two…  Whatever.  IDC.  Just give me a little credit for my time and hard work!  If I did snatch something off Pinterest, I’d totally admit it, but I certainly could not see myself creating an entire party from a Pin.

Ugh.  Until next time, Happy Pinning!

New Year’s Resolutions

Published January 6, 2013 by krystal

New Year’s Resolutions.  What a strange concept.  You choose to change something about yourself and you must start January 1.  It seems weird to me, or perhaps I’m the odd one.

I randomly quit smoking the second Monday in ImageOctober.  I chose to work toward weight loss one day in November.  What do I know about a New Year’s Resolution reserved solely for the first day of the year?

Ok, I’ll admit, I did make a New Year’s Resolution ONCE.  In 2010 I resolved to wash my face each night before bed.  That was interesting.  Joey and I were staying in Homewood Suites in Anchorage, I went to wash my face before bed.  ImageJoey noticed and said,

“Since when did you start washing your face?”

I responded the only way I knew how:

“Since today!  It’s my New Year’s Resolution.”

That’s right folks, and I’ve been washing my face every night since!  I’d like to say I look younger because of it, but I’m pretty sure this isn’t the case.  I haven’t noticed a decrease in acne either.  😦

Joey and I were discussing New Year’s Resolutions yesterday, and if I had time to keep up with one, I might resolve to try to say what people want to hear rather than what I know to be fact.  I wish that I could just be one of those people who smiles and lets others say whatever.

For instance:  Mason’s boarder in Anchorage is a cat expert. petco That’s cool, but I’m a Mason expert.  One time when we picked him up I told him that we would take him to the store (PetCo) since he was such a good boy.  The boarder flipped out and could not believe we would submit our cat to such torture.  The only thing is that Mason absolutely loves to go to the store.  He plays with toys, climbs on furniture, it is without a doubt one of his favorite pastimes.   My big mouth proceeded to tell her how much he loved it, and described the things he does.  If it were Joey, he would have said, “Oh yeah, maybe he doesn’t like it, good point.”

Joey was raised that way.  I was raised to say what I think.  In turn, Joey’s confrontational conversations are usually painless.  Mine go on forever as I attempt to redirect someone’s thinking.

Obviously Joey is more popular.

The Berry Almond Walnut Whatever & Other Tales From the Road

Published January 6, 2013 by krystal

I think it would be an understatement to say I took a little blog break. Happy-New-Year-2013-HD-Wallpaper-6 It was a long blog break.  I was relaxing in West Virginia and running around like a chicken with my head cut off in Arkansas.  I wouldn’t trade it for the world, though.  Maybe some day I’ll tell you about it.

Tomorrow I fly back to the place where I work to start work Monday.  Work.  Ugh.

By the way, Happy New Year from all of us at Me & Mason.

Now, for the reason you came here…  Joey and I travel a great deal.  I feel like I say that phrase a lot.  Arkansas and West Virginia are not very close, so during breaks from school, we travel the familiar path down I-40 to visit both sides of the family.  Occasionally, things happen along that road that will not soon be forgotten.

Summer 2012 we were heading to West Virginia and decided to stop in Dickson, TN for lunch at the Wendy’s in the Pilot Station.  One of those Cheer Moms Dance Moms Soccer Moms Moms who are entirely too obsessed with their children (if you don’t know the type, you might be one!) was in the line next to us ordering food for her entire clan.  The story has changed a little with each time it has been told, so at this point it’s a little out of control.  It would better be portrayed by an SNL skit, but I don’t have Amy Poehler on retainer.  You’re just going to have to imagine it until SNL picks it up.

In one breath, the super involved mom energetically said in her better-than-thou Southern twang,


Ok, so there weren’t walnuts or caesars.. it’s still an awkward name.

“This is my son Jeff, he’s 18, he graduated with a C average and will likely drop out of college before Christmas break, but we still love him because he needs half a berry almond walnut chicken caesar salad and a baked potato.  This is Ashlailee, she’s 16, she’s an All-Star Cheerleading Captain, the Captain of her high school cheer squad, and joined me in womanhood at age eight and a half.  She needs a full size berry almond walnut chicken caesar salad and a bottle of water.  This little guy is Trenton Junior.  He’s 8, sometimes we call him TJ, that stands for Trenton Junior.  He looks more like the UPS man than his father.  Sometimes I worry that his dad might not actually be his dad…so I treat him differently.  I want him to feel like he is just as much a part of the family as Jeff and Ashlailee.  He needs a large Baconator combo with a Mountain Dew.  This is my husband, Trenton, Senior.  He has been going on extended business trips for the past 9+ years but is here now to watch Ashlailee go to her 300th cheer competition.  We just love to support Ashlailee as she cheers for the sake of cheering!  Trenton Senior needs a baked potato and half a berry almond walnut chicken caesar salad.  Finally, I am Ashley.  I’m 36.  I had to give up my senior year of cheerleading to have Jeff.  I just hope Ashlailee gets to cheer through high school and doesn’t have to make the sacrifices I’ve had to make, especially since the entire family has given up so much to watch her cheer!  Oh yeah, I need half a berry almond walnut chicken caesar salad and a Diet Coke… I’m gonna be bad!  Ok, you got that?  This is Jeff, he needs half a berry almond walnut chicken caesar salad and a baked potato…”

(and yes, she went through the family again stating what they all NEEDED.  I’m pretty sure they could have all just wanted these things.)

I wish I could say I made it all up, but the base of the story is 100% true.

Christmas Break 2012 we were heading south.  I always give Joey a hard time because he likes to drive.  He likes to drive to the point of nearly passing out at the wheel before asking to Imageswitch places.  I had not slept the night before, as I was still battling jet lag.  I slept off and on during the ride and told him I would switch at Jackson, Tennessee.  I felt like I was catching a cold for several days before this, but was feeling okay at the swap.  We swapped and despite his need to change, he only slept for few minutes after Memphis.  He woke up during “Home” and said that he fell asleep to that same song.  It was a pretty uneventful trip until we hit the construction area.  I started feeling like crap, and being at a stand still did not help.  I asked Joey if he wanted to switch back, and we got out of the car, ran around, and went in the opposite door.  That was called a Chinese Fire Drill when I was growing up, I’m not sure what the PC crowd calls it.  I was also told never to do it.  Oops!  And I did it on I-40 too.  😉  I’m such a rebel.  When I woke up, I had a fever!  I was so glad Joey took over!

It was Summer 2009, Joey and I were heading to Virginia Beach.  We stopped off for a little vacation in Pigeon Forge, Tennessee.  I was very sick.  I think I actually had Swine Flu before ImageSwine Flu got to be the scare of the year and vaccines were on every street corner.

I was miserable and I had to try to enjoy this little Pigeon Forge stop.  I just remember wanting to throw up after eating at Logan’s and Joey trying to be all sweet and stuff.  I wanted to see all that Pigeon Forge had to offer, but I didn’t have the energy to leave my hotel bed.  My sickly self had to get up early the second morning to leave for Virginia Beach.  I remember praying on the way that I would get better so I could enjoy the beach.  I healed, but not before taking a huge detour courtesy of Ms. Garmina herself!

ImageWhen leaving Pigeon Forge, we put Virginia Beach as our destination on the Garmin and took off!  Along the way we took some strange turns.  One turn lead to a single lane paved road.  A few miles later the pavement ran out and we were on a single gravel road that twisted and turned (a really good ride for a chick who was super nauseous hours before).  I was getting upset and told Joey to turn off on to a different road (as if the turn offs looked any better).  We eventually made our way back to a normal road and somehow arrived at Virginia Beach.

I don’t know how Garmina ever knew about that single lane dirt road, but I kinda wished she didn’t!  Surely there was a normal paved road between Pigeon Forge and Virginia Beach… idk.  It was 2009 after all!


Happy trails to you, until you read again!

3D Paper Snowflakes

Published December 20, 2012 by krystal

I live in Alaska.  It’s no secret that I came up here five years ago so that I could see some serious snow.  Snow is such a curious topic when growing up in the south.  Needless to say, I love snowflakes!  I have already posted once about making paper snowflakes.  Those were just the regular kind, though.  These are fabulously 3D!  I like making them in different colors.  The directions say they are stars because they have 8 points, but whatever.



This is my most favorite!

This post is short and sweet, I just had to share my creation!

Tie Dying for 20+

Published December 18, 2012 by krystal

Joey and I gave our students classroom made tie dye shirts as their Christmas present this year.  The students all had a blast getting to make their shirts and were eager to wear them in the Christmas program this evening.  Here is a run down of the process:

1. A couple of weeks ago, my students came in the classroom and were welcomed by this:

ImageI told the students to be sure to be on time that day and that there would be a surprise.  I did not tell them what was going on.  Imagine their faces when there were 4 mysterious tubs in the room that morning!  I’m usually not for surprises, as kids need stability, but sometimes surprises are FUN!

2.  All of the students who were there got to choose a design and the colors they wanted.  Here is their finished shirts while still in rubber bands.  The bottom two show mine and Joey’s star mandala designs:


3.  Next, we put each shirt in its own ziplock.  After a few days, I started taking the shirts out of the bags a couple at a time to air dry.  After 5-6 days I noticed they started smelling funny (lol) so every shirt came out immediately.  Our kitchen looked something like this (there were more elsewhere, too):


4.  Once they air dried, we washed them so they would not turn the students into little rainbows.  Below are some of my favorites:



The next picture shows mine and Joey’s.  Not too shabby for a first try at folded stars!  He really liked my sleeves, so I included them in the pic.

I think they’re just tie dye for!

Santa Hats & Christmas Tree Nails

Published December 17, 2012 by krystal

I finished all of my final exams on Wednesday Tuesday someday last week.  It was such a relief to be done!  I didn’t have as many large, spread out assignments this semester, like in the past.  This semester I had a lot of little assignments due each week.  I thought this would be easier to deal with, but as it turns out, I just ended up constantly worrying if I turned EVERYTHING in or not!  Needless to say, I’m glad it is over!  So glad, in fact, that I eventually got around to doing my nails fabulously at 10:00 Sunday night.  🙂  I got some nail art stickers in Anchorage a few weeks ago, but decided to stick to paint this time.  I got inspiration for the trees here.  And for the Santa hats here.  I just love Christmas!


I used:
Red- Milani Rapid Cherry
Dark Green- OPI Jade Is The New Black
Light Green- essence Lime Up!
Silver- OPI DS Silver Shimmer
White- Milani White On The Spot
Yellow- essence Little Miss Sunrise
Top coat- CND Super Shiney & Seche Vite

I really like how they turned out, but next time I probably won’t put white on silver.
Thanks for looking!
Merry (early) Christmas!

Paper Snowflakes!

Published December 10, 2012 by krystal

CAUTION:  Dangerously awesome paper snowflake pics!!! (Keep scrolling to the end)

Last week, within two minutes, two teachers asked me how to make snowflakes.  About an hour later, another asked.  After the third time, I got suspicious.  I asked her what was going on and if they had a meeting talking about my snowflakes.  She laughed and said they hadn’t, but that they all must have gotten curious at the same time, and wanted some classroom decoration.

I looked online for a tutorial to help them, but the only one I found showed making a 6-sided snowflake.  That’s cool, but I’ve always made 8-sided.  I know that really it’s supposed to be 6, but I do things my own way… I march to the beat of a very off rhythm drum…

So, here is my tutorial.  The end has a showcase of some of my all time faves!


Step 1:  You will need a perfect square.  To do this, make a 90* angle and remove the bottom portion.

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Step 2:  Once you have cut the bottom off, this is what you will have left.

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Step 3:  Fold the paper in half.

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Step 4:  Fold it in half again.  Now you have a tail.

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Step 5:  Cut the tail off.  If you cut it straight across you end up with an octagon.  I recommend doing something more fun with the end.  This not only cut off the bottom tail, it also cut into the edge.

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Step 6:  Cut into the sides.  Make sure not to cut it all the way apart.  Get creative!  You can make circles, half circles, triangles, hearts, and really any shape imaginable here!  The more detailed the shape, the more awesome your snowflake will be at the end!

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Step 7:  Unfold your snowflake and uncover your master piece!  I usually try to stick with one kind of design- either mostly triangle-like cuts or mostly circle-like cuts.  This one used both.
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Wow!  You made it this far!  Are you ready for some totally awesome snowflakes???  The top two are my favorites!

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So…  What do you think?  Which is your favorite?

We’ll Be There at 8 am + 6 hours

Published December 4, 2012 by krystal

Those fireworks that night symbolized more than Independence for America, they were a celebration of being halfway finished with my Master’s program, a little slice of much needed freedom, and creating an unforgettable memory with my favorite two year old on my lap.

Just the other day I wrote a blog about a package sent on July 3, 2012. Thinking of that and the fact that my next cross country trip is fast approaching,


brought up memories of my last trip to the Lower 48.  I had just finished summer school, went to the tanning bed, and after a brief stop at Fred Meyer, I was headed to the airport in Fairbanks.  Joey and Mason had went to Anchorage the day before.  They met me in the Anchorage airport.  The check in process was uneventful.  Then there was the typical goodnight call to my dad aka our chauffeur:

“Hi Dad, we’re checked in and about to go through security.  Yeah, we’ll land in Little Rock at 8:30… No, Mason is not excited, can you hear him?  We’ll give him his pill after we go through security…Ok, I’ll call you when we are about to leave Houston… Yeah, It will take a little while for us to deplane and get our bags…It’s crazy that you’re about to go to sleep and we’ll be there when you wake up!  Ok, have a good night, we’ll see you in the morning!”

Security and getting to the gate were ever as routine as possible, except for my hair setting off the body scanner.  I know my hair is major and a big deal, but it’s not a threat to national security.

 But then…our plane was a little late!  As a regular traveler, I know that the 3 (Mason, Joey, and me) of us can navigate through almost any major airport in 15-20, no matter how large it is-Atlanta, Houston, Dallas, Chicago, Minneapolis-St. Paul–you get the picture, 20 minutes–we got this.  I mentally figured out the timing and discovered that we would be fine with the delay and might actually make up a little time in the air with the jet stream.

We get on the plane, and are seated in the third row of coach.  There was something wrong with one of the seats in the back of the plane, so that added on an extra 20 minutes delay.  We finally got up in the air, and the captain assured us that we would probably make up much of the lost time.  When the flight attendant came through, Joey and I asked for a soda and a cup of water.  It was at night, and we had to take our vitamins.  You would have thought we asked for all of the credit card numbers on her swiper.  She responded by saying.

“You’re not on the cruise anymore!”

Joey and I looked at one another thoroughly confused!  We weren’t on a cruise, we were in Fairbanks, living it up in a dorm, doing summer school.  After several minutes we realized we were dressed alike in our red North Pole shirts, which is probably a tourist staple.  Mind you, we woke up in different cities and met later in the afternoon.  Our outfits were not planned together.


It was July 3, so we were as festive for the Fourth as two tired twenty-somethings could be.

I mostly forgot about the rudeness of the flight attendant until she came back asking if we wanted seconds on our drinks.  Hey, since she was offering, I was not going to say no!  Joey and I both got a cup of water with extra attitude on the side.  Seriously.  I guess she thought she would offer and no one would take her up on the offer?

We don’t ask for anything else, for obvious reasons.

The next thing I know, the lead flight attendant made the announcement that we were going to begin our descent into Houston, and that our plane was going to be about an hour late. There would be agents when we got off the plane to assist us with our connections.  Some of us might miss our connecting flight.  Some of us might miss our connecting flight!?!?!?!  I just want to get to Little Rock and take a nap in my parent’s guest room!  “Joey, hit the buzzer, what do we do?!?!?!”

We hit the buzzer and who would appear?  Why, it’s Ms. Moody Flight Attendant herself!  Joey calmly and cooly explains to her that our flight to Little Rock will be boarding when we land.  He asks her if there is anyway the plane can wait, or if not, what our next step should be.  She flips out on him, demanding to see our itinerary, not boarding pass, itinerary.  She doesn’t want to see which flight we are trying to connect to, no, she wants to see where we booked our flight through!  We tell her the itinerary is somewhere near the sleeping cat and that we don’t want to disturb him, as he would disturb everyone else.  She responds by semi-yelling,

“It’s because you booked through Expedia!  Those third party sites never give people enough time to get through airports, when you are traveling you need to have plenty of time for the delay!”

Joey and I were speechless.  We have flown cross country many, many times and have never had a delay like this!  We have booked through Expedia or Orbitz before and were never verbally chastised for it!  The delay?  Is there always a delay planned?

The next thing I know, she is up at the flight attendant station telling our story to the other flight attendants, and pointing directly to us.  Every. One. Can. Hear.  Well, everyone in the first 5-6 rows of coach and the last 2-3 rows of First Class.

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Not the actual board, but you get the idea…

We landed.  Being so close to the front gave me a big advantage, sort of.  There were no smiles or “have a great days” when we deplaned. clearly. But, I had a plan- I was going to run to the gate as fast as I could and reenact that scene from Home Alone, except I would be alone, and I would beg them to hold the plane for Joey and the passengers I saw in Anchorage in Razorback gear.  I ran, as fast as one can run with a backpack and heavy carry on.  I got to the terminal in time to see the board show BOARDING flash to DEPARTED.  Ugh.  Departed.  That was the most devastating word EVER.

I moped to the ticket counter alone (Joey and Mason had got off the plane and went to the bathroom by the terminal), and briefly explained my situation while holding back some serious tears.  The agent asked me to make a decision.  He wanted me to either A.) Take one confirmed and one stand-by seat to Little Rock, landing around 2:00, or B.) Take two confirmed seats to Little Rock, landing around 5:00.  As the line behind me grew and grew, he decided to  me $20 worth of breakfast vouchers and all of the above listed tickets.  About that time, Joey and Mason showed up.  I said something like, “Thank you very much.  You are the nicest person I have met all day.”  He was totally not overly nice, but after that flight attendant, anyone would be considered really nice.

Joey and I talked it over and decided to leave security and head for the main ticketing agents.  We had nearly 5 hours and not much to lose!  I approached the counter and immediately asked how much money we could get for a refund.  The guy was a little confused and informed us that we could only get $60 together.  He asked why, and I told him that we wanted to rent a car and drive to Little Rock.  After all, if we left at 8 am we would be arriving about the same time as the first plane and would be about to wake up from our post red-eye naps by the time the second plane came, not to mention the only people we would have to deal with would be one another and Mason.  The ticketing agent couldn’t understand why anyone would rather drive from Houston to Little Rock than fly.  We told him everything.  He probably would not have believed us, except for the desperation in our voices wanting to never board a plane again.


Sobe: One of the few portable items a voucher will buy. We stocked my parents fridge with these things!

He apologized a million times over, gave us an extra $40 in meal vouchers, and confirmed “first class” seats on the plane arriving in Little Rock at 2:00.  First class means we were in the first two seats, btw.  So there we were:  $60 in meal vouchers, a kitty getting an attitude, 2 “first class” seats, and the promise of arriving in Little Rock a full 6 hours after we were supposed to arrive.  Good thing we didn’t have big plans in Arkansas during the day!

We proceeded to lounge around the airport, take some “baby wipe baths,” clean Mason’s carrier (because he poo pooed in it, but that’s a different story), talked to other disgruntled passengers from the Anchorage flight and beyond, and spent $60 on Sobe Life Waters and some random brand of chips I had never seen before.  Most of the 5 or so hours were kind of a blur.

ImageWe boarded that plane to Little Rock, finally. Our flight attendant was a skinny, young, light skinned African American lady that greatly resembled Tyra Banks.  I told her an extremely watered down version of our most recent past.  She asked if I would like to wake up for beverage service, I clearly declined.  I was almost asleep with my seat back in the upright position before the plane was finished loading.  Tyra knew my husband was in row 2, and started rubbing his shoulders.  She didn’t know it, but she woke me up to tell me about his massage.  I made a noise indicating that I didn’t really care, and instantly dozed off again.  I woke up during the final descent into Little Rock.  What a sight to wake up to!


We arrived at my parents house, squeezed in a little nap, and woke up in time for a quick shower before night fall.  We made it to our one and only plan for July 4, 2012, watching the fireworks show with my family, and my 2 year old nephew was on my lap the whole time.

There’s just no place like home.


I’m Nothing if Not Fancy.

Published November 28, 2012 by krystal


Over the many years I have been out on my own, all five Christmases, I have sent Christmas cards to my friends and family.  The first year (2008), it was just Mason and me.  That was the year I started dating Joey.

Today would be our 4th anniversary if we were still dating.  Aww…  How far we’ve went (36,000 miles together)  and yet I’m back in the same apartment I lived in when we met!

The next year (2009) Joey joined the photo (and has been part of the Yule Tide festivity since), and the mailing list pretty much tripled.  Just a few months later, the wedding invites went out with this awesome wax seal on the back.


After a very rushed move, the faux wax and stamp were buried in the bottom of a tub.  This year, we decided to dig it out for our Christmas cards.  No sense in just letting the awesomeness collect loneliness!  Gotta spread some fancy, I am nothing if not fancy!  It’s the details, folks!

Joey and I were definitely a little rusty with the small glue gun and bronze stamp from Old School Seals.  After a little practice, we were just as awesome as we were almost three years ago!

ImageWe successfully completed 73 envelopes on Black Friday.  They are still sitting on the table.  Oops.  We’ll send them this Friday.  It seems a little silly to mail Christmas cards before December 1 November 30.  I think we’re usually like the first people on the planet to send out cards, anyway!  We are still missing a few addresses, but Ooooooh well!

How did we get people to send us their address?  Oh, I thought you’d never ask!  We put the cutest spin on “‘Twas the Night Before Christmas.”  It was the greatest thing on Facebook on Thanksgiving Day (sorry to the “30 Days of Thankfulness” folks–Oh wait, I do that!).

So here it is, the first ever Joey-Krystal hand typed poem!

‘Twas the night we addressed Christmas cards, when all through the house,
Mason was chasing a little toy mouse;
Envelopes were addressed, licked, and stamped with care,
But YOUR address did not show up anywhere!

“Where do they live?” Joey thoughtfully said,
“My eyes are all sore, and my tongue is all red!”
Mason lay exhausted in Krystal’s lap,
“I don’t know where they live, we’re taking a nap!”

Suddenly, our cell phones made such a clatter,
We answered quickly to see what was the matter;
It was Old Saint Nick telling us to send our stash,
So we need your address in a flash!

The poem mostly worked, we got most of the addresses needed.  Happy Christmas Season!


In Alaska, We Leave Ice Cream in the Car

Published November 21, 2012 by krystal

Our last day/night in Anchorage was pretty laid back, like our usual last days in Anchorage.  We did most of our shopping yesterday, so today was spent just tying up some loose ends.  We went to the mall, and from the parking garage, we caught a glimpse of Denali/Mt. McKinley!  It was amazing!  We have both seen it from the Parks Hwy., flown over it, and drove up to it.  It somehow never gets old!  I didn’t feel it would be appropriate to crop this picture, or shrink it down.Image

We did some other things, etc.  Then Joey suggested we go to Chuck E. Cheese for din dinImage and some games!  Heck yes, Joey!  One of our favorite things to do is to go to Chuck E. Cheese.  Down south, we like to take our youngest nephew, but in Anchorage we usually go alone.  Surprisingly, we rarely get any strange looks!  We’re just there for some pizza and good clean fun!  Some of my fellow coworkers like to come to town to visit a bar, but that’s not us.  We like to remember and enjoy every minute in town, since trips are so few and far between.  Plus, I really don’t need any more toxins than I already have.  🙂  I am super competitive… Joey is not.  We usually add our tickets separately, and then I rub it in for two days how I won the most, or I sulk for two days about how I should have beaten him by winning more tickets.  He thinks the whole thing is silly.  He just wants to have fun and play Skee Ball.  Silly Joey.  We decided to add our tickets together  since our collection of receipts is quite large.  One day our nephew will have a field day with all those tickets.  For the record, 142 of those were mine, less than 100 were Joeys, and the rest were mutually won at the Deal or No Deal game.  Do you love my nails?  I used the end of a bobby pin to make the dots.

Joey mentioned that we needed to pick up a turkey for Freddy.  Freddy likes left overs and wanted a 20 pounder for himself.  Joey said we could just get it and some ice cream on the way to the airport tomorrow.  I suggested we just get it and leave it in the car.  It’s 9* outside, I don’t think anything would happen to the turkey or ice cream!  So we did.  I wanted to get the 19.68 lb turkey for Freddy, but Joey thought the 18.28 lb (smallest turkey left) was good enough.  Sorry Freddy, I tried!

Tomorrow we will head back to the village for a few weeks until Christmas.  I can’t wait for the parade and all the Thanksgiving fun in the village!



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