Life, Uncategorized

Who Needs Sleep?

I tend to do weird things in my sleep -some people sleep walk, some sleep talk -others simply sleep. Me? I don’t even know what I’d call it -the closest I can come to explaining it is “Sleep interacting.” Basically, I will have a dream -and at some point in that dream, I will wake up and start to interact with it. Anything from thinking there are people/spiders/aliens in my room -to strangling my alarm to kicking over the heater because I thought the little red light was an alarm for a bomb.

One time there were even sheep on my bed. I kicked those sheep trying to get them to leave -they never did leave. Spoiler alert: It was Yoshi. Not sheep.

I used to share a bedroom with my sister -and would randomly wake her up saying there was someone in the room. Thankfully all it generally takes is for someone to say “No there’s not” for me to realize I was just dreaming -but since she has moved away, it’s just me in the room -and no one to tell me other. Which means that I can go on for quite some time.

All that is to say -I do weird stuff in my sleep. From talking to yelling to interacting -you name it, I do it. I make for an interesting roommate. Ahem.

The other night however, I took things to a new level.

After a long, busy day -I came home and headed for my laptop…but it wasn’t where I last remembered having it.

I checked under the bed, I checked my bag, the table -but it was gone. I started to wonder if maybe we had been robbed -because who doesn’t want an ancient laptop that doesn’t work? But nothing else was gone -so I ruled that out. Except there was a nagging feeling in the back of my mind.

Which is when it hit me: We HAD been robbed!

At some point in the night, in my dreams, we were being robbed. There was also a fire. But it didn’t seem to be that big of a deal -considering there was a robbery in progress!

I remember this because I woke up -and in a groggy, sleep induced state -rounded up a few of my favorite belongings and put them in a safe place, which just so happened to be the closet. With my plastic tote of “Keepsakes.” I closed the door, stumbled back to bed and went back to sleep -because that is what you do when you a robbery is in progress. And there is a fire.

I ran to the closet -and sure enough: there was my laptop. Along with my journals. And two pairs of socks. Because I’m nothing without socks.

It’s no wonder I’m always tired in the morning!

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Animals, Life

Round Three!

I guess it’s safe to say I enjoy a challenge. After successfully completing round one and round two of dog sitting multiple dogs -or, you know, more than a handful of dogs at a time -I upped my game a bit and took on seven dogs. Plus three houses. At one time.

The climax of the whole event went down on Thursday night. Where I had an overlap of everyone at the same time. A little bit of background to make this next story make sense:

1. Two of the owners didn’t know when, exactly, they planned to return and had promised to text Tuesday night.

2. The one house I was staying at didn’t have internet. But it was going to be fine because I had my phone and some extra data -I was going to make my own little WI-FI hub.

All was going well until I went to pack up for the night -and my phone wouldn’t turn on. All attempts turned up void. It was after hours, all the stores were closed and the bottom line was I would be internet-less and phone-less for the night. This might not have been such a big deal -except that I was waiting on some important information from the afore mentioned people and um, don’t mess with my internet connection. Take what you must -but leave the internet.

It was a long night.

I’m pretty sure I have been scarred for life.

But all that aside -and all things considering -it has been going fairly well. That is, if you consider having panic, stress and headaches for two weeks -fairly well. Then yes. Fairly well, indeed. I have, however, come to the conclusion that I am, in fact, more of a six-dog person. Seven is a whole new level of crazy.

Everyone survived and as the last of the dogs head off to their respective homes this week, I am already charting out my next round!

Without further ado, I present to you: Round Three!

Stella:


I’m pretty sure I was told this is an American Lab -whatever she is, she is such a cutie!

Brody:

A newer addition to his family but as sweet as can be! He hates to be left behind -but is a terrible car rider. He doesn’t understand the concept of sitting in his own seat and would prefer to sit on your lap. He loves company.

Lola:

Miss Lola (and Nina) came as a set from the same house. She is a happy dog who never seems to have a bad day.

Nina:

Nina is a bit on the shy side around new people and while she loves to go with you -she hates the car ride part. She prefers to sit under your feet while driving -which makes for an interesting car ride. I had to stop a few times and pull her out because she dove under while I was driving.

Eva:

This one is known as “boss lady” or “queen” at her house -and I suppose it should be easy to see why! She is quite the boss! She is also a show dog -which means she can’t get into any fights while here! She is constantly stealing Hunter’s blankets and pulling them into her crate. Silly thing.

Hunter:

Hunter and Eva also came as a package deal. He always has such a sad look -even when (what’s left of) his tail is wagging! He is a sweet boy. I’m pretty sure he appreciated that Brody came to stay and help balance out the boy/girl ration that is going on here.

…Yoshi!

…and finally, my princess! I haven’t seen much of her lately -with all the house sitting and job bouncing I have been doing! Whenever I dog sit so many dogs, I am always thankful that Yoshi is the one that stays behind. I love the other dogs -but my girl is something special -quirks and all!

Alaska, Animals

Owl Myths

Earlier today I was on my way home, driving the all-to-familiar stretch of road, when something unusual flew out across the road.

While birds and flying things aren’t unusual -this object had a big, round head -and it didn’t look like an eagle. I quickly whipped to the side of the road and stared.

“Is that an owl?” I asked to no one in particular.

“It’s an OWL!” I answered.

Sure enough, sitting not a few feet in front of me was this guy:

Feeling brave, I got out of the car and inched closer:

I’ve always heard people talk about seeing or hearing owls here -but I have never seen one myself. In fact I always assumed they were simply myths.

But I guess it’s true! They do exist!  Until next time little guy!

Alaska, Animals

Stranded

This last week has seen me traveling 20 miles (one way) each day. Our road is 30 miles long -which pretty much means I have been traveling from one end of the island to the other, at least twice a day. Between working on one side of the island and living on the other -plus various house/dog sitting jobs everywhere in between -I have been putting in a lot of miles.

Sunday, I was in the middle of making my rounds (getting dogs, dropping dogs, getting other dogs) and the gas light blinked on. It indicated I had about 20 miles left before I would be stranded on the side of the road -and not wanting to walk somewhere in the middle of the night, I pulled into the gas station that happened to be right there.
Now I must stop here to say -normally, when I get gas -I leave everything in the car. I am super paranoid about blowing things up, so don’t use my cell phone or carry anything extra. I even will admit to tapping the car every so often to avoid electrical currents or whatever they are that could cause the entire gas station and myself go up in flames.

But this day. I was getting numerous texts about house sitting jobs, and since I am equally paranoid about texting and driving (read: $10,000 fines and jail time), I grabbed my phone when I jumped out of the car. Started the gas, then walked a good distance away to finish up my texting. I got a few gallons of gas (just to make it to where the cheaper gas is), took my card and went to open the door: But it wouldn’t open.

Because the dog had apparently gotten tired of hanging out with me, locked the door then went to sleep.

See? Sound asleep!

It took a few minutes for everything to stack up and for it to hit me: I was locked out of the car. All the windows were up. The dogs were going to be of no assistance -BUT! I had my phone.

The smugness! It’s like he’s saying “Yep, I know what I did!”

I laughed, then called mom.

Who didn’t answer.

I tried another fifty some odd times -to no avail. Just a few hours prior I had turned her cell phone off for her (so it wouldn’t ring in church), we don’t have a phone at home and she wasn’t at the shop. I called a few more times -just for good measure.

I text a few people in town to see if they were in the area. No one answered.

I started to panic.

I emailed Amanda -if for nothing more, to have someone to laugh with me. Because really, what else do you do in a situation like that? I had help -she was just a billion miles away in the UK, so, you know, a lot of good that was going to do me.

But then I remembered: My good friends lived right up the road. Surely they would have a hanger I could borrow! I didn’t know what, exactly, I would do with said hanger -but I figured I would cross that bridge when I got there.
Thankfully they answered my frantic texts and showed up about 15 minutes later with a hanger and a hammer. Because we all know a good hammer works in situations like those too.

Apparently just a few days prior they had locked their keys in a car as well. Having had just went through the same thing a few days ago, they had all the needed tools to do a proper ‘break in.’ It took all of about 5 minutes and I was on my way.

…and now? I don’t dare leave the keys (or my phone) in the car when I get out!

But it leaves me wondering: How many people take their keys with them when they pump gas? It honestly is something I have never considered doing before this weekend.

Travel

Stories From the Road: The Hotel

“RUN! HIDE! GO GO GO!!!!” Yelled another.

I ran about flapping my arms and yelling nonsense in the most helpful manner, when someone opened the door and a silence fell over us all.

……what would he do? Was he going to throw us all to the curb? Would he fine us? Make us buy two rooms?

*****

The day had started out blissfully enough. But don’t they all? We hit the road on time -and we were making good, solid time. Our trip averaged out to us driving about six hours a day -without stops. It made for long drives, but this day was our ‘short day’ -if all went right, we could even stop at the hot springs. We were feeling good about our journey when the phone rang. We ignored it. Being in Canada, where answering the phone meant extra roaming charges -we decided to forego the call.

It wasn’t until we were three hours in, did we decide to check the message…it was the clerk from the previous motel – informing us that we had left our passports in their top secret hiding place from the night before.

This meant we would have to backtrack the three hours we had just driven -collect our passports and drive the original three hours again (for the third time in one day!) and then finish our original trip.

In the meantime -David had picked up the stomach bug that was being passed around the vehicle, making the rest of our trek even longer.

By the time we arrived at our destination – it was 2am. After driving around for a good fifteen minutes -whining, complaining and arguing -we gave up on finding the motel we had previously booked and opted to instead book a new motel for the night.

We pulled into the new motel parking lot and I ran in to secure us a room. Which is when I realized our dilemma.

I was booking a hotel, not a motel.

Let me explain.

When we had originally booked our journey -we ran into a problem with having 6 people. Most motels and hotels only allow up to five people. They don’t charge for extra people -but the fire department only allows up to five people in one room at a time. After talking with multiple friends (who travel with multiple kids) we decided to book motels instead of hotels. Since there were only four adults and two kids (under the age of four) we didn’t see the need to book two rooms for every stop, and instead chose motels over hotels. Motels -with their doors on the outside, would allow us to take our chances and sneak the extra little in with us.

Up until this point our plan had worked swimmingly.

But this night -we were in a hotel. Meaning we had to pass by the front desk and somehow not declare one of us. So we hatched a plan. Which at 2am might not have been a good idea.

First, we sent mom in on her own. Pulling a single suitcase. She was given strict instructions not to talk to anyone. Simply smile, nod, and make her way to the room.

A few moments later -David would follow suit. Wrapped in a large sweater, feeling and looking rather ill still -he would go alone. Carrying no bags. He too, was to talk to no one. The weary, lonely traveler was he.

Five minutes later -Amanda and I would follow. With the rest of the bags, travel potty, diapers, kids and other assorted goodies too important to leave in the car for the few hours we were there.

After waiting the five minutes we had given the previous two to make their way to the room -Amanda and I began our journey. Hauling enough bags and suitcases to easily accommodate a party of ten. We smiled, nodded, rounded the corner and waited for the elevator…which popped open…

…and there stood mom and David, who had apparently bumped into each other at the elevator and been having quite the time attempting to get it to go up. There was a mad shuffle and hushed muttering while we attempted to diffuse the situation and distribute people…

…and then the motel man arrived. He asked if we were having troubles, loaded us all on the elevator, pushed the button and waved as the doors closed. Nothing suspicious about us at all we decided. Just a group of disheveled travelers who knew not each other -heading in the same general direction at 2am.

We found our room, dropped our bags and heaved relief. And just then, there was a knock at the door.

“HE KNOWSSSSSSSSSSSSSS” someone hissed. Referring to the man at the desk, fearing he had come to his senses and was going to surely kick one of us out.

“HIDE!!!!!!!” Someone else yelled

The window flung open “We can’t go out! We are seven floors up! We are trapped!!!” bellowed another.

“RUN! HIDE! GO GO GO!!!!” Yelled another.

I ran about flapping my arms and yelling nonsense in the most helpful manner…when someone opened the door and a silence fell over us all.

……what would he do? Was he going to throw us all to the curb? Would he fine us? Make us buy two rooms? Make the baby sleep in the car?

“Thank you.” whomever had the sense to open the door in the first place.

The door closed.

“You left your ID at the counter. He was just returning it.”

A few of us road-weary stragglers -looking for a place to stay the night.