Wednesday, January 14, 2015

Snow Like Ashes...and other stories.

Once Upon a Time in a Land Far Away...



[Pictured Above: The new housing]

...there lived a girl who worked in the Frozen North. For miles, all that could be seen was the Alaskan tundra, the Beaufort Sea...and something called the Pipeline. Oh yes...and some camps and facilities and such. One such camp was where this girl lived and worked for half the year. The other six months of the year, she spent in sunny South Dakota...or freezing South Dakota...depending on the month.

Now this camp was like a home for her as she both lived and worked there. She had many of the things she had in her real home at this camp. Things like her 2nd favorite pajamas, her perfect pillow, all her favorite shampoos etc. so that when she traveled back and forth from her real home, she didn't have to bring anything with her.

Then one night a few days after Christmas, there was a sad occurrence that can be read about  here.

The comforts of home away from home were no more, but it was okay. The girl was simply happy that no one was hurt, and that she still had a job. Her fellow co-workers and company rallied and found new places to work and to sleep and the facility continued to operate, just with a few less than ideal
circumstances. For the time being, she can be found from 6 to 6 in a cubicle in the corner of the big office area in the warehouse. Soon, she will move to the office connex next to the warm storage building (See Above).

Though there are many things that this arctic girl misses, she is very glad and thankful to have a room to sleep in, with a shower, sink and toilet in that same room. Not every place in the far away land has such amenities...so to have them in temporary/emergency housing feels like a bit of luck.  Even if the water pressure in the shower is beyond dismal.

(Please take note, this girl knows that she failed to make her bed well and there is now photo evidence to suggest that it would be prudent for her to hit snooze on her alarm at least one less time in the morning in order that she complete that small task.)

After the first of the year, this girl and her alternate started a 3x3 work schedule. This means that she works 3 weeks, and then has 3 weeks off. She is currently finishing up the last of those 3 weeks and will be quite happy to quit the freezing arctic, the noisy office, and commuting across the street for meals in order that she may enjoy the REAL comforts of home. Spending time with her boyfriend and her little sister who will be spending 2 weeks with her while she is home. She may also most likely be found learning some more Spanish on Duolingo, trying in vain to learn to crochet, searching for new hobbies and attempting to cook one day at a time.

Last but not least...she will be enjoying the amenities her apartment has, most notably, her WARM shower,
which is not THIS "shower." --------------------------------->


Thank you for stopping by and reading my story! Enjoy your day! Read a book.

Book of the Day: Snow Like Ashes


A heartbroken girl. A fierce warrior. A hero in the making.

Sixteen years ago the Kingdom of Winter was conquered and its citizens enslaved, leaving them without magic or a monarch. Now, the Winterians’ only hope for freedom is the eight survivors who managed to escape, and who have been waiting for the opportunity to steal back Winter’s magic and rebuild the kingdom ever since.

Orphaned as an infant during Winter’s defeat, Meira has lived her whole life as a refugee, raised by the Winterians’ general, Sir. Training to be a warrior—and desperately in love with her best friend, and future king, Mather — she would do anything to help her kingdom rise to power again.

So when scouts discover the location of the ancient locket that can restore Winter’s magic, Meira decides to go after it herself. Finally, she’s scaling towers, fighting enemy soldiers, and serving her kingdom just as she’s always dreamed she would. But the mission doesn’t go as planned, and Meira soon finds herself thrust into a world of evil magic and dangerous politics – and ultimately comes to realize that her destiny is not, never has been, her own.



Monday, January 12, 2015

The Giver...and the Grateful Recipient.

[Brought to you by an ice cube in a cubicle in the Arctic Circle]



(Working Title:)

Small Things I'm Thankful For


There are a lot of different things that could be said here. For example: I'm so grateful i'm alive. Check. I'm so grateful for a family that loves me. Check. Notice, however, that I am focusing on the SMALL things. Things that, honestly, I take for granted every day. Comma's are one such thing. They make expressing oneself via words so much easier. I digress.

Most of you know that I work up on the "North Slope" or the one of the many oilfields up in Alaska near Oliktok Point (Prudhoe Bay is an hour and a half from me). What some of you may NOT know is that we had quite a large and damaging fire at my work site, which culminated in the complete ruination of my beloved camp and office...and kitchen...and all my stuff...along with the stuff of many of my wonderful co-workers. I'm not going to explain it all...i'll make a special post for that later. What you need to know NOW...is that everything is gone. It's those small things right? All the ones we take for granted.  Here are three of my small things:

Numero UNO:

CERAMIC COFFEE MUGS!!!! I have not often enough thanked the Lord for allowing their existence. I never really thought about it before, because i've ALWAYS had one available. Think about it. They're everywhere! Not so at work currently. Styrofoam all the way. I'm not sure what it is about it...but I find it revolting...and I SWEAR that I can taste plastic in my hot chocolate in the morning (queue super super sad face)

Numero DOS:

Q-Tips. They have sooo many unbelievable uses, and I had no idea how much I loved them until I couldn't scour one up to save my life.

Numero Tres:

Decent water pressure. I know it sounds silly because having water is implied...but seriously. It's important when your hair is 2 ft long, thick, in desperate need of cleaning, and you're trying to wash your hair at 4 a.m. I do not have sufficient command of the English language to properly describe how excited I will be to use a "real" shower when I get home. (wistful sigh - enter here)


The Moral of the Story:

Try and remember to be thankful for the little things every day. You never know when you might not have them! (Yes..i'm sure there is an Aesop's fable out there with that one!) In my case, it's being thankful for a wonderful boyfriend and Amazon Prime, who together, with their great powers of love, thoughtfulness, and free two (okay...maybe five to the slope) day shipping, have surprised me with the things in the above photo and made me one very happy arctic camper!



On that note, have a beautiful day! Read a book. :)

Book of the Day:


The Giver

Jonas's world is perfect. Everything is under control. There is no war or fear or pain. There are no choices. Every person is assigned a role in the Community. When Jonas turns twelve, he is singled out to receive special training from The Giver. The Giver alone holds the memories of the true pain and pleasure of life. Now, it is time for Jonas to receive the truth. There is no turning back. 

Saturday, January 10, 2015

The Name of the Wind...or the blog...?

[Location: That freezing cold place that I work]

The Blog Name That is No More 

I admit, I am THE worst blog writer ever because I get busy and I don't write. Hard to have a blog with no words. I have had several people ask me if I am still blogging so I sat down (metaphorically) and gave some serious thought. Why it was so tremendously difficult to sit down and write a blog post about life in general just to keep far away loved one's updated?! The thought struck me that being a choleric, I had a really hard time writing about things that did NOT pertain to travel because the title of the blog implied it was ABOUT all things travel. While travel is a main staple of my life..it's often the SAME travel of late; to and from work.

Here's the thing. I JUST hit my 1 year mark in my apartment! (GASP) I know...don't faint on me or anything. I was as surprised as any of you, honest! I can't really imagine life anywhere else at this point, I have no desire to move (well...not unless you mean buying a house and to fix it  up just because...but i'm not going to!) and I really like the sleepy little town i'm in. And well...honestly...the people here do beat all (Anne of Greene Gables reference...anyone?).

All that being said, I want to write about little unimportant things, as well as big important ones. I wish to share small triumphs (think cooking) and great joys such as visiting family, travelling with friends and random stories concerning all my wonderful loved ones.  Why the new name I chose? I think it speaks for itself...plus...I was never one to miss a little chance for alliteration...

For now, that's all she wrote. I will soon get back to this blogging thing in earnest.

Enjoy your day! Read a book. :)

Book of the Day:

https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/186074.The_Name_of_the_Wind

The Name of the Wind (The Kingkiller Chronicle, #1)