happy anniversary to us.

it's hard to believe it's only been three years. we've gone through four apartments, four cars, five full-time jobs, six kayaks, four major kayaking excursions, two shoulder surgeries, two fractured feet, a bar exam, a book manuscript, about 100,000 frequent flier miles, and about 10,000 miles of highway driving between Anchorage and Phoenix.
here's hoping that the next three years are slightly more stable, and every bit as much fun.
The indominatable Terry Kelly played at the Snow Goose for the first time last Saturday night.

Much fun was had by all. Although, to be fair, some had more fun than others.

but eventually someone got very sleepy.

So here's a macabre little scene TK and Trip stumbled upon during their travels last week.

What is there to say besides ... WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU PEOPLE THINKING?


In a related story, here Trip demonstrates that falling ice and rocks can indeed kill.

Trip's visit continues to bring out the absurd in our fair city. Here's something scary seen on the streets of Anchorage -- the mascot of Friar Tuck's roasted corn.

And here's something both scary and slightly sweet seen at our friend Catherine's house. Don't ask. It's a long story.

I have a confession to make. TK and I have developed an absurd little hobby. There's a great local bookstore in Anhorage called Title Wave Books. In addition to having a fantabulous supply of new and used books, they also have all sorts of funny little gifts and a pretty impressive stock of alaska-themed stuffed animals. For reasons I can't explain, Mr. Purl,Interrupted and I can't go in there without rearranging the stuffed animals just a little bit. Nothing gross, mind you. It's all very tastefully done. And thematic. See below.


For reasons I also can't explain, though, our masterpieces have always been put back in their original locations by the time we visit again. There's just no accounting for taste.
Speaking of taste...

Our houseguest, Trip, took these photos of me and TK looking at our pet moose yesterday. This is exactly what our lives are like every day.


Trip has also been taking lots of funny photos of things he's seeing around Anchorage, things you just stop noticing after awhile when you live here. Like reindeer sausage frittata on the menu at Humpy's.

And "yield to aircraft" streetsigns.
Yesterday was a big day here in the big city. Our friend Jen turned thirty and got engaged all in one day, so we had a party to celebrate. Suzie, who has recently relocated to the living room from the guest bedroom/crafting room was a big hit. No one could resist the lure of the foot pedals. In retrospect, I should have given people fiber to play with while they were sitting there. I'd have a sweater's worth of yarn by now.

Our friend Trip is visiting us from San Francisco. He is our first houseguest since we made the big move up to AK (and since we bought our house), and it's so nice to be able to offer him an actual guest room. Feels very different from all the guests who've had to endure sleeping on our living room couch over the years.
Anyway, it's also Trip's first visit to Alaska. Like Terry, Trip grew up on the mean streets of Philadelphia. Or something like that. And he's been shuttling back and forth betewen San Francisco and LA for many years. In honor of his arrival, we were treated to a visit from our neighbors.

Last night and this morning they were hanging out a little ways away from our house (above). This afternoon, we found them just a few feet off of our deck, and stood around stupidly taking photos for awhile.



In other news, I went to my college reunion last weekend and managed to take exactly two photos. Here is one of them, showcasing the fact that yes, I did recently cut off all my hair.

This is me with two of my closest friends, Brooke and Anna. They are both coming up to visit Alaska in July along with their husbands. Yay! As an added bonus, Brooke and her husband Jon are expecting a baby this winter, which means that I get to knit some baby gear!
In a related story, if you're reading this post and have recently had a baby but have recieved no hand-knitted baby gear from Alaska, you are most likely Quinn's dad. I am a lazy slacker and will someday make that kid a hat.