My life in Ink

Move the cat you say? Not unless I want to wake up an hour later with the cat sleeping on my face. The cat comes back you know. And I don't have the heart...look how cute his little body is.

No light makes jennifer go something something....

The symptoms of SAD include:

• Low mood, reduced interest in normally pleasurable activities, decreased concentration;
• Oversleeping (often an increase of 4 hours or more each day);
• Low energy and fatigue;
• Intense craving for carbohydrates;
• Weight gain and carbohydrate/sweets craving;
  
• Withdrawal from social contacts;
• Depression.

HELLO, I have checked every box here! I thought I could make it this year, but again I just feel crusty and crabby.

Research studies report women are eight times more likely to suffer from SAD

That's great, why does Nathan never gets sick?

I am sure everyone up here is suffering in some way, but for those sunny happy people down south let me tell you how I am feeling....I am not insane. I feel normal, although I am tired a lot of the time. Coffee helps, but never completely. I just feel bland, I don't really feel like doing anything. I can still laugh, smile and feel happy. But when I feel down.... I feel WAY down. I can feel so blue that my conscious mind asks "whoa, dude what are you freaking out about" or "why exactly do you feel like crying lady, it's really not that bad?" And then I say back (just because I talk to myself, doesn't mean I am crazy crazy) " Yeah why do I feel so crappy, there really is no logical reason, but I still feel over the moon blue." Let me tell you the husband suffers largely. Poor Nay Nay.

Ok so this year I have learned something.... I am going to be south during one of these months... November, December or January, even if I have to leave behind Nathan to fend for himself. And all for some radiation from a stupid star.

HEY YOU!

Yes YOU! All you Northern Bloggers, here is your opportunity to get you sun deprived creative juices flowing... Send me your best poem, word picture, song about life in the north. There are no rules, I hate rules. All poems will be judged by me, myself and some of my furry mammals. prizes...yes prizes to be won.
Norman wishes you good luck.

Breaking News: Cat Nip Linked to Flying Raindeer

And so this is Christmas...

...alone with my mammals

Someone saw bears on T.V.... Only Animal planet catches his attention.

Well it was Christmas Eve, and now early Christmas Morning and I am sitting here all by my lonesome. Waiting for an unknown time when Nathan will return home, to only maybe leave again. It's that festive time of the season. I guess I am not completely alone, I have the party of mammals that run my house to keep me sane. This is one strong reason why pets are fantastic and crucial for living in the North. So when you are talking to yourself...you aren't really talking to yourself....therefore not crazy....I am not crazy.
Wishing you all a very warm and Merry Christmas!

Like a lobster, huge and red

And the best, I must confess, I have saved for the last
For the ruler of this Christmas land
Is a fearsome King with a deep mighty voice
Least that's what I've come to understand

And I've also heard it told
That's he's something to behold
Like a lobster, huge and red
And sets out to slay with his rain gear on
Carting bulging sacks with his big great arms
That is, so I've heard it said

And on a dark cold night
Under full moonlight
He flies into a fog
Like a vulture in the sky
And they call him Sandy Claws

A Little Brighter Every Day

Since the solstice we will be getting a little more sun each day. Now that is something to cure the winter blues.

The 401 Nunavut Style

And God Bless the New Northern Store!

And your new cappuccino machine. I think I am in heaven, that would explain all the whiteness.

And there was Norman...

Someone decided to hang out on the back of the Man in the Mansion office chair we have. Apparently the bag is thick enough for him to lounge on. I felt like Dr. Claw from Inspector Gadget, with my little kittie minion.

Happiness is a Dog

I feel like plain oatmeal

I don't seem to have any feeling. I don't get excited about shopping, I don't get inspired by music, I don't feel like blogging, or taking photos. I just feel bland and drab. However I do feel like eating Oreos and seem to be doing a lot of that. I am not going to play dumb about my oatmeal stature, it's the lack of sun, and simply that's all there is to it. It's funny how a little thing like that can effect you so much. I sleep too much, I eat too little, but then when I do eat, it seems to be things like carbs only. What is a vegetable? And I am sure that is making me just feel worse. This place is just beautiful around this time of year, it's extended sunsets (the sun doesn't come up it just sits behind the mountain making the sky pink), it's fluffy snow covered hills, but I just don't seem to care. I can't wait for December to end so I can feel like I got a little brown sugar in my oatmeal. I can't wait for the sun to burn back colour into my translucent skin and give my facial moisturizer a reason to have an SPF 30! (What does sun block do to your skin if there is no sun shinning on it?)
Well that's it folks, there are your choices, give yourself skin cancer living in a sunny place, or get depressed and fat living without the sun.

It arrived....The Little Green Caribou

Christmas Present.

Blast From The Past

This photo was taken 5 years ago to this month in Copenhagen, Denmark. My Parents were living there during that year and I stayed with them for 4 months. Nathan came to visit me for Christmas. Best Christmas present ever! Look he has hair!

What Happens To Cardboard at My House

Who needs any toys when you have a box?

I, My Mother

I never thought this day would come, but it has. Each year I have started liking Christmas more and more, adding new additions to decorations, starting to listen to Christmas music sooner in the year. And this year I even warrior cleaned and reorganized my entire living room before getting the decorations up. I got matching Christmas PJs and matching slippers to match the PJs and then matching PJs for Nathan...
I am... my mother.I haven't quite collected the monstrosity of decorations that my mother has. My decorations went up in less then a day, hers took a week! When I was a kid, my brother and I would dread dragging in the boxes from the garage. We would literally have to set up a bucket brigade to get them in, and it always seemed to take hours and hours. I would dread taking them down and putting them back in the garage even more. It's funny how things change, because I would have loved to be there this year to help put them up with her. Nathan better pray however, that I never come close to owning the museum that my mother does...because I seem to be heading down that path of pandemonium!

Mail Call

Well if it's not Christmas today, I don't know when it should be. Did we ever get a a wack load of boxes in the mail all at once today! I even got my passport, so it especially feels like Christmas because Nathan has been saying that if it didn't come, he would still go on the honey moon (we haven't gone on one yet) in February to Hawaii without me. He said that he would take his dad and that I would have a fabulous time hanging out for the week with his mom, which I am sure I would, but I was worried I was going to miss my own honey moon!

Nathan's Mom sent up a box of Christmas presents and a few other goodies ( I hope we were allowed to dive into these ones they weren't wrapped, and well it's really too late anyways, I have just about inhaled those mini eggs, you really know me too well!)
Along with the goodies above, Nathan's mom sent our Christmas presents wrapped, some for Nathan, and apparently as he puts it too many for me, but also some for the pets. We already have our tree up and Nathan delicately placed each wrapped parcel under the tree, and all I could think about was "Nathan won't the pets unwrap their own gifts?" Nathan just replied with is usual you worry to much. Well sure enough not 10 minutes after we put those gifts under the tree, I hear extreme rustling going on down there. Apparently one of the pet gifts was cat nip. You can see below what he did to his present. What a stinker. So that got removed and put in a drawer somewhere out of his reach, and while I was doing that, more rustling....but his time it was the dog. HAHA Nathan, I called it, our furry mammals can not control themselves.
This wonderful selection came via the south from my wonderful previous boss, Alec. I had helped him with some digital work recently and asked to be payed with cookies. But this was above and beyond...Thank you so much! It really does make my day, week, month getting things in the mail, especially because all the Oreos in my community expired in 2004. You can see that Nathan could hardly contain himself and busted into the Toblerone before I could even take a photo!

Craft Sale

I had a table in today's craft sale and did pretty well. I am continuously learning what people are buying and what they like, it's all market research. And I get to shop in between, all the money I made went right out again to a new pair of mitts and yet more earrings! (Tina you need to come to Nunavut so you can get to one of these sales!)

Here is what I bought and Nathan can't complain because the money was all funded by my photography skills.

The most comfortable pair of mitts. I like the way they sew them up here because they take into account the natural curve of your fingers.

Ulu earrings, hand made....oh how beautiful. Made by the same artist that did my fish earrings. (*note to photographers, shooting jewelry on top of your MacBook is pretty stylish because it's such a reflective surface)
Here are a few examples of the cards I sold today. The first one of town that sold out and the second I did of a northern style Christmas card with Kamiks hanging on the tree.