The Accidental Olympian

SNOWY

After looking at a computer all day, blogging for work, social media mastering, newslettering, emailing, creating and functioning, I come here and.... nothing. There are things that are bursting to come forth, ideas, questions, comments, and yet. It's not time for them to appear. So I wait. And twiddle my thumbs. Read the works of others and wonder when the flood gates will open. And in the meantime? Pictures of cold things. 

WINTER IN ALASKA -- & WHY WE PUT UP WITH NEGATIVE 20 DEGREE WEATHER

THE "SHOULD HAVE BEEN" CHRISTMAS CARD

The saddest Christmas dog you ever did see. 

OK NO MORE COMPLAINING. INSTEAD, PICTURES!

Tori was right. Yesterday's post was a big o'l smathering of #employedpeopleproblems. 

Note to self: Sure, it sucks to work on the Wednesday before Thanksgiving, but HI, you have a job. One you LOVE, and one that let's you work remotely from Alaska in yoga pants. BUCK THE FUCK UP. 

So on that note, pictures!

 

 

No joke, the most beautiful book I've had the pleasure of looking through in years. There will be a few people unwrapping this beauty from me come Christmas time. Intrigued? Learn more at welcometothearctic.org. Want one? Let me know and I'll hook you up with a Black Friday discount I just so happen to know about... MUAHAHAHAH!

 

Even the local moose are out hunting for Black Friday deals in downtown Anchorage! 

 

Adam and I are the proud owners of cross-country skis as of this week (damn you winter you're breaking the bank!) and last night we tested them out in ONE DEGREE weather, at NIGHT. Well, I mean the sun did set at 4:30 pm, so I guess it wasn't really nighttime as much as just dark, but I think you get the point.

I'm told we can't even consider ourselves "Alaskans" until we make it through our first winter, but I'm hoping things like one degree night skiing will help with our street cred in the meantime. 

 Happy Wednesday everyone. Here's to hoping you get today off. 

TURNS OUT BEING SICK IS A GREAT WAY TO TURN ON THE SELF LOATHING

I have been the worst sick-day patient EVER. 

Work for a couple hours, tell myself I can pull it together, but then give up because I know if I just get some rest I'll be better tomorrow and kick this shit, plus, isn't that why I have 60+ hours of sick time, and also I'd like to add to this run on sentence that calling in sick when you work from home means your work is still right there looking at you like, "Why aren't you just doing me Ashley, you're still home aren't you?" and before you know it you're yelling back at your computer, "YES I'm home, but my brain feels like swiss cheese, and my throat is being an asshole and if you'd just stop judging me computer then I might actually get some rest and feel better for the rest of the week!" which is futile because HI you're yelling at a computer while you lay in bed alone which means you might have a fever, and hey, WHY ARE YOU LOOKING AT ME LIKE THAT COMPUTER?

 

Shit. I'm going to need a mental health day, from this mental health day. 

In other news, I do sometimes take picture with things other than my cell phone. SURPRISE!

I went snowshoeing this weekend AND cross-country skiing and if you're not careful winter and I are going to run off and get married or something and invite NONE of you to the wedding. None of you. 

There you have it. 

I'm still sick.

But not dying, so feeling guilty about being sick. 

Still also feeling terribly pathetic about feeling pathetic about being sick.

Which means I'm even confusing myself in this sickness wormhole. 

Also, it's still snowing. 

And I still like it.

Even though certain PEOPLE have no faith in my abilities to cope.

YES BEING SICK HAS MADE ME SENSITIVE AND DISGRUNTLED. WHY DO YOU ASK?

 

Check back in next week when I tell your kids that Santa isn't real and the tooth fairy is a lie. 

HAPPY TIMES!