Friday, December 21, 2012

thanksgiving

...Almost a month later and I finally have gotten around to uploading my photos from Thanksgiving. Since I couldn't go home to Utah for Thanksgiving, I was invited to go home with Anna to Nebraska to have Thanksgiving with her family! Megan offered to drive us, since her home is basically on the way to Nebraska (she lives in Iowa). Thus begins our adventure.

The story begins on a Wednesday afternoon, when Anna, Megan, and I all piled into Megan's Dodge Intrepid after our classes were cleaned up and our owls fed. We were on a journey, a journey to IOWA. And then Nebraska. Two midwestern states I'd never even thought about visiting in my life, and I was going to them. We spent the car ride singing, dancing to Breathe Carolina and Ke$ha, and snacking on carmelitas.





We also saw a sundog (though you can't see it so much in this picture)

The first part of our adventure that day began with us entering the fabled metropolis of Minneapolis (well, actually it's real) in an attempt to drop off kestrel boxes to a man named Tom. It was so stressful that I had acid reflux reactions every ten minutes during our circumnavigation of the maze.





(ps this is a kestrel box and here is where you can find more info about this project)

Since I've been living in the woods for a couple of months now, I react to city life in the way a rodent reacts to a large, predatory animal. I get ridiculously stressed and feel unnerved while surrounded by tall buildings and traffic and noise and so many people. BUT there is a part of me that is still a city girl, because as we passed through the obvious college portion of town (old brick buildings with people our age filing out of them, bagel stores on every block, a local coffee shop with people on their macs), I missed it. I miss college; the campus, the cafes, the way that everything useful is grouped together conveniently or in line for drop-off by some sort of public transportation. That's how I felt as we weaved in and out of streets, trying to find Tom and his sketch underground parking garage he wanted us to meet him in. While parked at a red light, we saw some bros beelining for our car, at which point Megan slowly and nonchalantly locked all the doors in her car. It turns out that they were just going to their own car (a giant, gas-guzzling hummer that towered over us), but it was still really funny. We got lost twice on campus, and when we were about to leave and tell Tom that it was OVER and we were DONE trying to find his terrifying parking garage, he called us and gave us explicit directions. Which is when we accidentally went across a bridge leading us even further away from campus and towards downtown Minneapolis. WHAT WAS HAPPENING??? In the end, we finally found Tom. I saw a man standing on a street corner in front of the parking garage that "Tom" had suggested we meet him at and made a terrifying face at him, because I knew in my heart that it was Tom and that we hated him for making us explore the city and giving us high blood pressure. What I didn't know is how well he could see me and that he most definitely was staring at me as we continued to make eye contact for the next three seconds. While I was still making the face. THE IMPORTANT THING IS THAT I WILL NEVER SEE TOM AGAIN, RIGHT? We quickly exchanged the boxes and info for our cash (he gave us ten extra dolla, which is awesome) and he made some weird joke about being a scientist that we forced ourselves to laugh at and then we left. We made like priests and got the hell out of there.

On our way out of Minneapolis, we found ourselves on their frat row. Gross. There was a car full of frat bros making faces at us (what was it about this day and making faces, who even knows). Not sure if they were attempting a mating ritual or just being jerks, but we just knew in our hearts that they were going to try and pull out of their drive-way in front of us, cutting us off. Megan was not about to let that happen. She revved her engines and, as soon as the van in front of us inched forward, shot after it like a cheetah on speed. The bros were incredibly pissed and FLIPPED. US. OFF. So we flipped them off back and jeered at them, especially since a) they were coming out of a driveway, they would have been cutting US off and b) THERE WAS NO ONE ELSE BEHIND US. Idiocy. As we drove away, we screeched our war cry, "WE LIVE IN THE WOOOOOODS!" We finally escaped the city and were back on the road.

The rest of the trip was mostly us chatting with me periodically saying, "I'mma take a nap", dipping down for a quick zizz, and then shooting up a few minutes later with something to pipe in to the conversation happening up front. AKA I never got a nap in. We visited a gas station in Ames, Iowa (we'll talk more about Ames later. Oh Ames, you and I are not on speaking terms) where they sold delicious wine from Megan's old winery that she used to work at and we picked up a bottle of Rhuby Dooby, delicious strawberry rhubarb wine. We also went to a gas station shaped like a giant barn that was pretty intense. I took Megan and Anna's picture outside of it, since they are from the midwest. We stopped at Jimmy John's for dinner and had an awkward encounter with the cashier where he said, "See you all later" and I said loudly, "No, never see you again" at which point he looked at us and we walked away quickly. My favorite part of our drive was when we were driving down the interstate. It was completely deserted and dark, until we rounded a corner and saw a beautiful tree lit up with strings of white lights. It stood alone in a field at the side of the highway, illuminating the space around it with an otherworldly glow. It filled all of our hearts with such happiness; it truly was magical. I called it the glow tree for the rest of our trip.



picture from weheartit

A couple of hours later, we arrived at Megan's house. We got to meet Eppy, the big brown bat that lives in her garage! He was SO CUTE! I attempted to get a picture of him with my phone, but it turned out really bad. His name is Eppy for the latin name, Eptesicus fuscus, which is awesome. We visited with him for awhile until he ignored us and flew outside, which is when we were able to go inside and play with WELSH. CORGIS. I had so much dog therapy this Thanksgiving, it was awesome. Anna's dad had weirdly decided to come pick us up at Megan's house rather than having us stay the night and then meet up with her family, so we once again piled into a car after bidding Megan goodbye and headed for Omaha, which was about three hours away. At this point, it was 10 PM and I was exhausted. I immediately passed out in the backseat.

When we arrived at Anna's house, I met her sister, her mom, and her DOGS (I told you, dog therapy). And then I promptly went to my room, crept into bed, threw open the window (I was boiling hot), and passed out. T-minus six hours until waking up for Thanksgiving.



The next day was THANKSGIVING!!! We had another long drive ahead of us to Anna's aunt and uncle's farmhouse in Iowa, so I prepared by drinking orange juice and playing with her dogs.







Thanksgiving dinner/lunch whatever was delicious: mashed potatoes (a staple), turkey, some sort of yummy asian salad, mashed sweet potatoes with marshmallows, rolls, and WINE. As soon as we arrived, everyone introduced themselves and then offered me a bloody mary, and when I said I didn't like bloody maries (marys? I'm not sure what the proper term for multiples of this drink is), they gave me so much shit. It made me feel right at home, actually :) My family teases relentlessly and sometimes makes me cry (sometimes), but I love them for it (not for the making me cry part). Finally, her grandfather gave me a beer. At ten in the morning. It was awesome. After Thanksgiving lunch, Anna and I were good and drunk. So we decided to go on a walk with a random dog we found on the porch (just kidding, it belonged to her cousin).





I loved the freckles on his muzzle, such a sweetheart





And toothy grins.

And velvet, curly ears. I am smitten with spaniels.

We explored the creek next to the house, down a rolling hill filled with prairie grass. The house itself is old and has been in their family for generations, so the creek beds are filled with various items thrown down there throughout time. People treated it like their personal dump, which turned into our treasure hunt. We slipped down muddy banks and saw raccoon tracks dotting logs surrounding the water.



We found huge, plate-like fungus.





And natural-made terrariums.





We found a myriad of furniture: glasses, pitchers, shoes, dishes, a barber's knife sharpening stone, a refrigerator, a rusted out bathtub, and once Anna told me she and her sister found a typewriter. I wanted to find it again, but it was buried beneath the landslide of kitchen appliances and dish-ware. My favorite find was a perfectly intact glass rooster.



I am, of course, an environmental educator who strongly believes that we shouldn't throw trash into our creeks, but it made for an interesting afternoon. Especially that traversing steep banks while drunk part. I almost fell into the river many a time.





Then we came back for pie.

This is when I decided that I was far too tired and drunk to go on remaining conscious anymore, so I passed out on the floor in the living room. I woke up an hour later to partake in lemondrop martinis.





I said hi to this little one, who was trapped for the remainder of our meal.

At one point, her uncle offered us a maraschino cherry out of a mason jar. I cooed, "Ooh, I LOVE maraschino cherries!" and popped one into my mouth. It was most definitely NOT a maraschino cherry. They once were maraschino cherries that had been soaking in 100% moonshine for the past 24 hours, apparently. We gagged and punched him in the arm.



A good Thanksgiving away from home! The next day we decided to go to the nature center that Anna used to work at, Fontanelle Forest! It sounds like a fairy-tale forest, in my opinion. I love alliteration.







A hackberry tree, which can be remembered because its bark looks like it's been hacked up by an axe.



I love old school nature center signs. Oh, the 70s.



This tree was full-grown when the constitution was signed. It's over 130 years old.



After our hike, we explored the archives of animals, live and dead.











Then we found a gremlin.



The most adorable gremlin I've ever seen.











Gremlin enrichment



I could not stop cooing over her, she was so adorable and curious.

After Fontanelle, we went to go get some pizza!





There's nothing better than feeling like you deserve a slice of pizza after walking around in the cold all morning. After pizza, we walked around downtown and explored shop after shop.











































I felt sort of grungy walking around in my holey jeans, marshmallow down jacket, and oversized Alaska hat with only one tassle while the rest of the city-goers wore their skinny jeans, cute boots, and scarves. By the end of our stay, I was getting back into the city groove and was wanting my boots and Sargent Pepper coat back, but I was also homesick for the woods.

We had dinner with Anna's grandparents and afterwards decided to go out on the town. We had so much fun. I forgot how fun a city can be, as well as its nightlife. We had an epic bar crawl that involved a persistent suitor who was drunk off his ass, a video-game themed bar where I had a Princess Peach themed beverage and we played Super Mario Bros, a terrible Pink Floyd cover band whose media manager could not figure out Windows Media Player for the life of him, and finally the Homey Inn (which I thought was the Horny Inn) where there was champagne on tap, the bartender bought us jagerbombs, and we played Battleship at the bar. It was an amazing night. I distinctly remember singing "Africa" loudly along with the rest of the bar patrons and then attempting to get the jukebox to play "Chains of Love", but instead it stole my money from me. When we got back to Anna's house, Frank (her cairn terrier), was curled up on my bed, so I drunkenly curled up around him and then passed out.

The next day was Anna's sister's birthday, so we spent it shopping a little more for Christmas presents (and art supplies...) and then went back to Old Market to go to a pub for dinner. We walked around to see the Christmas lights and window displays and then headed back to Anna's house for some rest before we headed home in the morning.

Now comes THE WEIRD DAY. As we drove home, we decided that it would be a brilliant idea to stop in Ames, Iowa for lunch. Not just any lunch, but JIMMY JOHN'S. We were dead set on Jimmy John's. So I found the nearest location to us, which happened to be at a mall. Anna headed off to go to the restroom (which was in JC Penny's) while I sat down to eat my sandwich. Twenty minutes later, I was done with my sandwich and my drink and Anna was still missing. Just as I was about to call her, she called me and I immediately asked if something was wrong. "Um, I flushed the keys down the toilet." WHAT? The keys fell out of her pocket as she bent over to flush and then they got sucked down, down into oblivion. I walked over to the store in a state of disbelief with her sandwich in hand, completely in shock by the situation. The help desk people in the store were amazingly helpful, I'm so grateful at least that they were there to help us in our hour of need. They called literally EVERYONE that they knew to see if they could help us, but the bad news was that it was Sunday in the midwest and nothing was open. So we were stuck in Ames for the night until we could get a key made the next morning. When we realized that there was nothing else we could do, we started laughing hysterically. One of the employees (who, it turns out, is friends with Megan!) offered to give us a ride to a hotel that was next to a Mexican restaurant with 42 oz. margaritas, suggesting that we drink a couple that night. And drink we did. I finished my Monster Margarita and was good for the rest of the night. After our delicious dinner, we went to see Life of Pi! So basically it wasn't that bad to be stranded in Ames, even though I would have rather been home. The next day we got a key made in under half an hour; it was a completely painless process that just couldn't occur because it was Sunday the day before. We were on the road by 10 AM. We got the day off since there was no way we could make it to work in time, so we sort of took our time on the way home and got Panera for breakfast. WE DESERVED IT.

Thus ends Thanksgiving Break 2012. Now it's time for Christmas! I just got home today and tonight am going to see Maddie! So excited to see everyone and spend time with my fam. If I'm not on again before the 25th...

MERRY CHRISTMAS, MERRY CHRISTMAS, AND HAPPY HOLIDAYS - N*SYNC

Thursday, December 13, 2012

I learned today that disappointment can be so crushing that it's devastating.

But I have high hopes for tomorrow. And the future.



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Sunday, December 2, 2012

bits of fall

Remember when I said that November was going to be full of free time that we didn't have in October, so I might be able to average more than one blog post a month? Yeah, I lied.

Here are some pictures I took in September and October when the fall colors were at their peak and absolutely beautiful. These are my favorites (as well as the lakeside colors picture that got over 100 likes on the Audubon Center page, yesss).









I've ordered my shuttle to get to the airport on the 21st, my airplane tickets are all in order (thanks, Dad!), and it's been marked on my calendar: I'M GOING BACK TO THE SLC FOR CHRISTMAS! I'm really excited, reeeeeally excited for realsies. I can't wait to see everybody. This next week is going to be full of school observations (to see how other peeps teach their kidlets), discussing and renovating Cica's training plan (she's been a bit of a twerp), and then hopefully uploading and editing the 5324444 pictures I took during Thanksgiving and my adventurous trips to Nebraska and Iowa (Iowa and I are not on speaking terms right now).

For now, I say hello to December! I'm going to make the rest of this year count (and kick ass).



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Sunday, November 11, 2012

quick update

Now that November is here, all of us can take a breath of fresh air and relax a little. No more turnovers in the middle of the week, leaping from fifth graders to high schoolers and realizing that I need to change my tone of voice from high pitched and helpful to normal and "cool teacher style" in the middle of a climbing wall session. We have a lot of project time that I'm using to work on our new artifact cabinet, which actually fulfills a fantasy of mine where I am the diorama creator for a natural history museum. It's not a full-fledged diorama with the fake, glassy water I've always been so enamored with, but it still involves posing dead things so I still consider it a similar task.

We took a class this past weekend (well, not this weekend but the weekend before this one) where we explored prairies, woods with forest ponies in them, sandstone quarries, and Blueberry Falls (arguably one of my favorite places in the world). I also saw a beaver! I took a ton of pictures, I'm excited to post them.

I stabbed myself with a dead goshawk beak today. It takes a certain amount of skill to do that.

I'm getting better at handling bird bates (where a bird launches itself off the glove due to fear/mischeviousness/nervous pervousness).

Salt Lake got 14 inches of snow a couple of days ago. Here it's just freezing (19 tonight), but no snow yet.

I bought The Daily Coyote off Amazon for 15 cents after deciding that I needed it in my life.

Speaking of buying things, we went to Duluth yesterday for both a Target run and a Fitger's outing (always required when one goes to Duluth), and I ended up buying not just the hairbrush I needed, but The Last Unicorn, a thermal shirt with birds on it, face wash, and a "Support Your Local Brewery" sticker. It was an impulsive night.

I fall more in love with wild rice everyday I live here (though only when it's in other stuff, still don't really like it plain).

I learned why tamaracks and alders grow from singular clumps

I'm intrigued by this project. It seems like a good idea to kick-off photo-journaling, which I want to start doing because I like physical items. I love things that remind me of other things, probably obvious due to my adoration of nostalgia. I have six packets of childhood photos I want to scan into digital form somehow, but now I also want to print out photos or use photos I have along with other items I obtain but don't know what to do with to make mini semi-scrapbooks. It might be one of those things where I'm really interested in it today or for this week and then it will wane, though. For instance, like when I was a child and would check out a book about a different type of pet from the school library each week and obsess over it. There was a very specific brand of books where each item the author stated was necessary for whatever pet they were endorsing was a primary color. It's a really vivid memory I have.

The other night while putting Dakota away after a program, I was forced to acclimate to the darkness in a way that I haven't before, since I usually always have a headlamp on me or someone to guide me. I had to rely completely on my feet and partially the hand that Dakota's leash was wrapped around to figure out where to go. I was able to take her swivel and leash off in a surprisingly graceful manner considering my usual clumsiness, and once I stepped outside I noticed the stars. I haven't taken the time to look at the stars since September, when it was warmer and we spent almost every night on the pontoon. They were breathtaking, especially when viewed through the empty limbs of trees. It was like the branches were gnarled with starlight.

Thursday, November 1, 2012

h a p p y h a l l o w e e n

First up, the end of another Halloweek.

Day 6 was pretty uneventful, since I taught climbing wall all day, did a raptor program, and then got home and thought "I'M SO TIRED". And then I ended up hanging out with everybody until late into the night (aka possibly midnight). In fact, I TOTALLY REMEMBER NOW! Megan got home from her trip and brought Mulan, but Anna and I said NO to watching it because we wanted to indulge in a scary movie. We tried to watch The Shining, but it didn't work out because it was missing. A MYSTERY. So we watched The Haunting instead. I watched The Haunting forever ago when I was fifteen with Sunny and I have to say that my favorite scene is still this one.



Start at 13:56. The monologue that the creepy caretaker spews about the night and the dark is repetitive and paranoid, which also makes it hilarious. The entire movie is pretty terrible, it's ripe with plot holes, inconsistencies, and surprise characters that suddenly appear to try and fill the aforementioned plot holes. They didn't. We watched The Haunting and then went to bed.

I had Day 7 of Halloweek OFF! Hurray! The day was spent indulging in Halloweenie activities! For instance...







painting (Anna painted this beautiful owl with my watercolors and I painted a mini pumpkin)



receiving an AWESOME Halloween care package from my mom!!!! Remember how I said that she gives us presents on Halloween? It is seriously the best thing ever. Inside, I got some awesome window gummies









sorry, now you have to see my dirty windows too



The Littlest Witch. I get to read my beloved childhood book after all



my pink curly wig





Halloween lofthouse cookies (YAAAAY!!!)



My toucan costume (remember when I was going to be a toucan last year?) )



I also indulged in...

painting my nails for Halloween





making Halloween cupcakes



finding owls in the coolest places



wearing Halloweenie charms I've made on a necklace



Anna and I also watched Hannibal! Terrifying.

I put the final touches on my costume and got ready to go out for our staff Halloween party at the Gaslight, a tiny bar in "downtown" Sandstone that was once a bank. My version of getting ready was putting on eye makeup ("A step up!" as Megan said) and then attempting to create a colorful montage of eye shadow to amplify my toucaniness. It actually ended up blending into a large sparkly, grey mass. So not so much tropical bird as someone going to a fabulous funeral. I forcefully applied last-minute costumes to people who were not planning on dressing up (my favorite was Leeann, who went as a birdwatcher and wore field clothes, wore binoculars, and her Lab of O hat with a fake crow attached to the top of it. Also she kept obsessively staring at Megan (peacock) and I (toucan) through her binos all night). We then left to go to the Gaslight, where things were a little bit rocky for a while. For instance, the bar was out of EVERYTHING. We would ask for a drink and the answer would be, "We're out of schnapps/vodka/rum/water/positivity". The bartender was also IN THE WORST MOOD EVER. I mean, IT'S ALMOST HALLOWEEN. He loosened up a teeny bit as the night went on, but at first he just seemed pissed. We got gin and tonics and joined the rest of our peeps, but as time passed we realized how hungry we were. We hadn't eaten yet, so we decided to all chip in and get a pizza. The pizza took AN HOUR to cook, apparently. We were all ready to go raptor on the bartender and eat his hands along with the pizza when it was finally done. Before this happened, however, I witnessed the first time someone has ever been kicked out of a bar in my presence. I was waiting at the bar for a drink with Troy (because, surprise surprise!, the phone lines weren't working which made the credit card machines not work either) when the bartender started death glaring at someone who had just arrived at the bar. It was a seemingly innocent man with a baseball cap on, staring slack-jawed at the assortment of beers (in fact, the guy sort of looked like Starling's boss from Hannibal, now that I think about it). Bartender marched over to the guy and then stared at him from just a couple of feet away. The guy then said, "Uh, can I get a beer?" to which the bartender responded with, "No, you're 86ed. Do you recall why?" The guy stared dumbly at the bartender and asked, "Why, what'd I do?" which is when the bartender started screaming at this guy. Luckily, it was fairly crowded and noisy at the Gaslight this night due to our party and the fact that it was karaoke night. Unluckily, that meant that the only people who heard this confrontation was Troy and I. We quickly turned away from the bar and faced our friends, pretending to have our own conversation while really just exchanging quiet quips about how terrified we were. With a grand, "TAKE YOUR KEYS, GET IN YOUR CAR, AND NEVER COME BACK" and a lot of swearing, the guy exited through the back door and one of our co-workers gave us cash to pay for our drinks (since the credit card machines ended up not working the entire night). A happy ending! Later, when we went back up for more drinks, the bartender felt bad about making us wait so long for our pizza AND flipping out at a customer in front of us, so he was much nicer to us. We got another pizza (since we had split it five ways before and were still pretty hungry), which took WAY less time this time, AND the bartender made us a DELICIOUS DRINK! This was the best part. I told him I wanted something delicious and fruity, so he said he would concoct something for Leeann and I. He poured in shot after shot of fruity vodka and Malibu rum, and when it was 75% of the way full with alcohol he said, "Wow, this is all booze", to which I replied, "WOO! IT'S ALMOST HALLOWEEN!" He topped it off with pineapple and cranberry juice and grenadine, gave us each a handful of maraschino cherries, and handed them to us. I asked how much he wanted for them and after saying he wanted $1000, he eventually told us just $5, which is amazing considering how much alcohol was in them, as well as how DELICIOUS THEY WERE! Seriously, the best drink I've ever had. I asked him what he was going to call it and suggested something Halloweenie, so he said he was going to call it the Dirty Bird since I was wearing a toucan costume. It was AWESOME.



This is the full costume, btw. I had someone take pictures of me in the kitchen with my phone as an afterthought, since no one had a camera with them at the bar





After that drink, I was pretty sloshed. I begged everyone else to stay for karaoke night, but they told me hell no, so I was stuck going home with the killjoys. Despite desiring to do karaoke and then to have a glow-stick dance party, I transitioned to the tired stage of drunkenness rather quickly and instead opted for watching half of Seven before passing out and going to bed (as you saw from my last blog post).

On Halloween, I had to work. The good news is that my class was cancelled, so instead of teaching Survivor in my toucan costume like I had originally planned, I did projects, learned how to teach the evening program, and looked at Halloweenie pictures online. Here are some of my favorites I found.



















Jeff, our wildlife coordinator, told me that his daughter was being a mouse for Halloween and all I could think of was this.



Megan and I taught our newest evening program called Minnesota Wildlife that called for our non-existent rabbit, Arnold the Bull Snake, and Dakota. After the program (which I totally wore my Halloween costume to...for awhile), we went home and watched It's the Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown!





I'd never seen it before, and I loved it! I laughed so much that people thought I was way drunker than I actually was (which I was drinking and got a little bit drunk, but not as much as the night before). I adore things that make me nostalgic, even if I've never seen it before, which is totally what the movie did. I think I may even like to own it.

Next up, my usual traditional fare of my beloved Nightmare Before Christmas





I think I've already explained in too many (or not enough) words about my adoration of this movie. So I'll leave you with this.



This is awesome



Two of my favorite things COMBINED

After Nightmare, I went to bed since it was pretty late and I wasn't feeling too hot. But I definitely had an amazing Halloween, nonetheless (though there was no pumpkin carving, but oh well)



I totally had a dream last night that I was at Disneyland and saw that Jack Skellington was there (with no line!) so I ran up to him and gave him a hug. A good end to a good Halloween :)



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