Well, it's been a few days since my last blog! I've had my hands full with Christmas. We are also babysitting George for a friend who is out of town. He's a french bulldog :)
This is a great prelude into the next step I want to take. There is a wonderful rescue here called Alaskan Animal Rescue Friends. They rescue dogs and puppies from alaska, and pretty much anywhere they can and foster them out so that they aren't put in the pound and eventually euthanized. I couldn't think of anything more rewarding than being a foster parent to a dog who was abandoned and needs love.
Don't get me wrong, I LOVED it when I helped with disabled children. But dogs are just so much better. They love you unconditionally, and they don't back talk. lol.
After dealing with people all day I LOVE coming home to my doggies.
I can't wait to save little one's lives. :D I also think this will be a wonderful way to socialize my Armani... He's a little grumpers. But he's my grumpers.
-K
Monday, December 26, 2011
Saturday, December 17, 2011
it's 5 o'clock in the morning.
waking up at 4 am every morning to go to work = not so much fun.
waking up at 4 am on the only day you have to sleep in = insanity.
Currently it's 4:45 AM, and I can't sleep. This brings me back to when I was a little kid... When I knew I was going to Disneyland, the beach, or the next morning was Christmas (or my birthday). I would always go to bed really late and wake up really early. Contrary to popular belief, I was NEVER too tired to enjoy the actual event. Ever since I can remember I've been able to run off little sleep as long as I fit the hours in somewhere else. Hence, me sleeping 18 hours the other day.
Which brings me to the realization- I miss California!!!
I remember on days like this, I'd wake up Guillermo and we'd grab coffee and head down to the beach for sunrise.
These pictures don't even do any justice to how beautiful the state is. We haven't had much opportunity to play with our camera. For better pictures www.jenhammer.com is def the place to go, like I said before she's pretty amazing with her camera.
Where else (in america) can you see the northern lights?
Or giant moose roaming around your house?
Alaska isn't California by any stretch of the imagination, but it's amazing in it's own way. And i'm sure that when we leave here, I'll miss it too.
-K
waking up at 4 am on the only day you have to sleep in = insanity.
Currently it's 4:45 AM, and I can't sleep. This brings me back to when I was a little kid... When I knew I was going to Disneyland, the beach, or the next morning was Christmas (or my birthday). I would always go to bed really late and wake up really early. Contrary to popular belief, I was NEVER too tired to enjoy the actual event. Ever since I can remember I've been able to run off little sleep as long as I fit the hours in somewhere else. Hence, me sleeping 18 hours the other day.
Which brings me to the realization- I miss California!!!
I remember on days like this, I'd wake up Guillermo and we'd grab coffee and head down to the beach for sunrise.
I feel like all there is to do here is eat! It's always freezing, there's always snow and ice on the ground, and the sun is never up. The solstice needs to get here quickly! The lack of daylight is what bothers me most. If there were daylight, we could at least snowboard, or do something. At least here we get to sleep in and watch the sunrise!
As much as I complain, come may I bet I'll be complaining about the never-ending sun. The grass is always greener I guess.
I can deal without an actual beach to play in. I can deal without Disneyland. Hell, I can even deal without a decent mall to shop in. One thing thats absolutely going to kill me come April 5th....
no MLB. :( I'm going to miss cheering my Angels on!
But, Alaska isn't all that bad!
Though it's not the sun & sand I prefer, the state of Alaska is gorgeous.
Where else (in america) can you see the northern lights?
Or giant moose roaming around your house?
Alaska isn't California by any stretch of the imagination, but it's amazing in it's own way. And i'm sure that when we leave here, I'll miss it too.
-K
Friday, December 16, 2011
dreams.
So I just woke up after sleeping 16-17 hours straight. Some people would consider that a coma, but this house knows better. Waking up at 4 am, and going to bed at 11pm was starting to take it's toll. The dreams we have while we sleep never cease to amaze me. They are complete creations of our minds, we have limited control over them, and yet... they still seem to scare the nonsense out of us.
BACKSTORY: Anyone who knows me, knows I absolutely adore my dogs. They are like my children since I don't yet have any. Well, I decided to take them to a different groomer the other day because the one I usually go to was booked. So, we arrive, I tell the lady to take about half of his hair off... keep in mind I have a maltese. The dog's hair will grow till you cut it. At this point, his hair was about 4 inches long. I asked her to take about 2 inches off. Well, you can imagine my shock when I walk in to pick him up and he's pretty much shaved down to the pink of his skin... I literally gasped. I wouldn't have normally minded, this kind of thing has happened before, but the lady argued with me telling me that this is what I asked for. The conversation went something like this.
Me: GHASP!
Her: Isn't he so cute?!?
Me: Yes, he was until he got shaved bald. Why is he so short?
Her: Oh, he was matted.
Me: I get him groomed every two weeks. Do you really expect me to believe he was matted?
Her: Oh I thought that this is what you wanted? You said you wanted about half off...
Me: (now increasingly getting angrier) So, at first it was he was matted? now it's that you thought this is how I wanted it?? Somehow I think those two statements conflict.
Meanwhile, my poor husband keeps taking steps back and has an "I don't know her" look on his face
Finally, she apologized and refunded my money. However, he did smell very good when i picked him up.
I left all upset, vowing to never go back there again.
Okay so back to my dream, I dreamed (believe it or not, autocorrect is telling me that that is the correct context, so we are going to go with that) that I went back home. I stopped in Hawaii first, and pretty much didn't want to leave. Anyways, I got on another flight back home (with my dogs of course... I am starting to wonder why my husband wasn't there) And the airline lost my dogs!!!! (once again, I don't understand how this would happen anyways, because I would never let them leave my side... anyways) and get to my parent's house and it was like they didn't even want to see me. I got out of the car and all they said was "if you yell at your brother you're out." huh? my brother is OLDER than I am. The groomer lady was there with both of my dogs, and their perfect hair was all uneven and messed up. I was so upset I flew back to Hawaii... and then woke up :/
Lately I guess I feel like everything is against me. I know that my dream is completely creation of my mind, attempting to sort out all the changes being made in my life. But it's still upsetting, even in a dream, to have family treat you that way. Ugh, lack of caffeine and lack of daylight are both messing with my head. Why did I leave California again??
oh thats right..
That right there is why I left, and I wouldn't have it any other way. <3
Well, now I'm off to go get some breakfast. oh, who are we kidding, we know I'm going to McDonalds.
BACKSTORY: Anyone who knows me, knows I absolutely adore my dogs. They are like my children since I don't yet have any. Well, I decided to take them to a different groomer the other day because the one I usually go to was booked. So, we arrive, I tell the lady to take about half of his hair off... keep in mind I have a maltese. The dog's hair will grow till you cut it. At this point, his hair was about 4 inches long. I asked her to take about 2 inches off. Well, you can imagine my shock when I walk in to pick him up and he's pretty much shaved down to the pink of his skin... I literally gasped. I wouldn't have normally minded, this kind of thing has happened before, but the lady argued with me telling me that this is what I asked for. The conversation went something like this.
Me: GHASP!
Her: Isn't he so cute?!?
Me: Yes, he was until he got shaved bald. Why is he so short?
Her: Oh, he was matted.
Me: I get him groomed every two weeks. Do you really expect me to believe he was matted?
Her: Oh I thought that this is what you wanted? You said you wanted about half off...
Me: (now increasingly getting angrier) So, at first it was he was matted? now it's that you thought this is how I wanted it?? Somehow I think those two statements conflict.
Meanwhile, my poor husband keeps taking steps back and has an "I don't know her" look on his face
Finally, she apologized and refunded my money. However, he did smell very good when i picked him up.
I left all upset, vowing to never go back there again.
Okay so back to my dream, I dreamed (believe it or not, autocorrect is telling me that that is the correct context, so we are going to go with that) that I went back home. I stopped in Hawaii first, and pretty much didn't want to leave. Anyways, I got on another flight back home (with my dogs of course... I am starting to wonder why my husband wasn't there) And the airline lost my dogs!!!! (once again, I don't understand how this would happen anyways, because I would never let them leave my side... anyways) and get to my parent's house and it was like they didn't even want to see me. I got out of the car and all they said was "if you yell at your brother you're out." huh? my brother is OLDER than I am. The groomer lady was there with both of my dogs, and their perfect hair was all uneven and messed up. I was so upset I flew back to Hawaii... and then woke up :/
Lately I guess I feel like everything is against me. I know that my dream is completely creation of my mind, attempting to sort out all the changes being made in my life. But it's still upsetting, even in a dream, to have family treat you that way. Ugh, lack of caffeine and lack of daylight are both messing with my head. Why did I leave California again??
oh thats right..
That right there is why I left, and I wouldn't have it any other way. <3
Well, now I'm off to go get some breakfast. oh, who are we kidding, we know I'm going to McDonalds.
Thursday, December 15, 2011
untitled.
It's been forever since I've blogged. So I guess I should probably introduce myself...
ahem.
My name is Kristen...
I'm married to an Air Force man who I love with all my heart.
He's my best friend. We are currently in Anchorage, AK. A place I never thought I'd move to in a million years, but so far... it's alright.
I have two little puppies that I love dearly. They are like my children.
This is Armani. He is a pure bred Maltese, and is turning 5 this january. He has more clothes than most poor children in Africa, and seems to think he's a great dane.
This little bundle is our newest addition to the family. She is a Maltese/Chihuahua mix, and is only about 11 weeks old. She's playful, smart, and apparently suffers from the same delusions her brother does--they think they are about 7,000x bigger than they really are.
I work for one of the most amazing companies ever, Starbucks Coffee. I have only worked there about 6 months or less, but I have loved every minute of it. You could say I like it a latte. ha ha. I started off as a barista, but was recently promoted to a shift. It is very different than any other job I've had (well except for Tropical Smoothie. but those are dark times. dark times indeed) and so far I'm diggin it.
I have two best friends here:
Jen, who is on the far right. She is the first person I met here, my california girl (since we apparently grew up 30 minutes apart from eachother) and the only person I know able to capture any moment and turn it into something beautiful. One day I hope I can be half as good with the camera as she is.
Aimee is the one in the middle. She is the most caring, and understanding person I know!! She is also like, the greatest mashed potato maker EVER!!! (bahhaha) She is the best decorator i know. She could be an interior decorator. Her house is beautiful!
Together, they are the funniest, sweetest girls I've ever known. :D
Well, thats me! <3
ahem.
My name is Kristen...
I'm married to an Air Force man who I love with all my heart.
He's my best friend. We are currently in Anchorage, AK. A place I never thought I'd move to in a million years, but so far... it's alright.
I have two little puppies that I love dearly. They are like my children.
This is Armani. He is a pure bred Maltese, and is turning 5 this january. He has more clothes than most poor children in Africa, and seems to think he's a great dane.
This little bundle is our newest addition to the family. She is a Maltese/Chihuahua mix, and is only about 11 weeks old. She's playful, smart, and apparently suffers from the same delusions her brother does--they think they are about 7,000x bigger than they really are.
I work for one of the most amazing companies ever, Starbucks Coffee. I have only worked there about 6 months or less, but I have loved every minute of it. You could say I like it a latte. ha ha. I started off as a barista, but was recently promoted to a shift. It is very different than any other job I've had (well except for Tropical Smoothie. but those are dark times. dark times indeed) and so far I'm diggin it.
I have two best friends here:
Jen, who is on the far right. She is the first person I met here, my california girl (since we apparently grew up 30 minutes apart from eachother) and the only person I know able to capture any moment and turn it into something beautiful. One day I hope I can be half as good with the camera as she is.
Aimee is the one in the middle. She is the most caring, and understanding person I know!! She is also like, the greatest mashed potato maker EVER!!! (bahhaha) She is the best decorator i know. She could be an interior decorator. Her house is beautiful!
Together, they are the funniest, sweetest girls I've ever known. :D
Well, thats me! <3
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