tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-373839562024-03-12T19:11:08.084-04:00Jen of Nunavutjenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07870234938205295011noreply@blogger.comBlogger321125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37383956.post-65618359963747062202010-05-11T14:05:00.006-04:002010-05-11T14:16:44.702-04:00You ain't gettin' my numba, movin' on over to wordpress.I really enjoyed blogger during the time I spent here. And frankly I will miss it a little, but I moved on over to Wordpress.<br /><br />Come check me out here <a href="http://jentography.com/">http://jentography.com</a><br /><br />You see, when I tried to make another blog with this account, google showed up and told me that I had to put in my cell phone address so they could text me...you know to verify it was me. Except I have NO idea how that would actually verify "me", seeing as I have never previously entered in a cell phone number. And guess what google...you are so not getting my cell phone number. And as some people pointed out, what if I didn't have a cell phone, like many MANY of the folks up north?<br /><br />I guess it turns out that blogger was concerned I wasn't me and trying to hijack this account with more blogs. Again I have no idea how the cell phone identification would have worked instead of just e-mailing my private e-mail address with some kind of verification. Whatever it's too late now. I had to check out wordpress and lets say I'm pretty impressed.<br /><br />Goodbye forever Jen of Nuavut & Blogger, Hello spiffy new<a href="http://jentography.com/"> blog</a>.jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07870234938205295011noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37383956.post-27517308347630661582010-01-03T11:55:00.004-05:002010-01-03T12:02:18.045-05:00For Northern MommiesDid you know that cost-co has recently added their baby wipes to the list of things they are shipping for free? You can check it out <a href="http://www.costco.ca/Browse/Product.aspx?Prodid=10331659&whse=BCCA&Ne=4000000&eCat=BCCA%7C20373%7C22804&N=4010531&Mo=12&pos=8&No=8&Nr=P_CatalogName:BCCA&cat=22804&Ns=P_Price%7C1%7C%7CP_SignDesc1&lang=en-CA&Sp=C&ec=BCCA-EC2675-Cat20373&topnav=">here</a>. If you haven't tried these wipes, you need to. They have done wonders for Ezri's bum and don't seem to irritate her the way others do. But more importantly all you northern mom's can get months worth of awesome wipes for $30 and free shipping. I'm just excited for you. It doesn't make a difference for me anymore obviously since cost-co is just a hop skip and jump away, but then again maybe I'll take advantage of it so I don't have to endure those irritating crowds and annoying line ups just to your receipt "checked over".jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07870234938205295011noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37383956.post-14081712067039312312009-12-24T23:33:00.008-05:002009-12-25T00:00:52.552-05:00Birthday Cake (babies & doggies eddition)Christmas Eve marks the celebration of my first year of being a mother, also it was Ezri's birthday. I have a few photos to share with you of the celebration, but an entire year of motherhood is exhausting and tomorrow is Christmas, so here is a quick bed time story to tide you over until I can write a more detailed post.<br /><br />The afternoon was filled with cake, family and friends. The little girl received more then a little girl needs for her first birthday. After all the guests had gone, only a single piece of cake remained uneaten. The mother gave into the dog, who sat unmoving, focused on the last remaining piece of cake. The plate was placed on the floor and the mother left the room for only a moment to clean up the left over wrapping paper. When the mother returned to the kitchen, she found the dog and the little girl sitting on the floor sharing that last remaining piece of cake. Here is the conversation that ensued that evening.<br /><br />Ezri: "That's what I was telling you about earlier. You kept sliding the plate across the floor like that piece of cake was a hockey puck. You had absolutely no control, eating cake is not some kind of game. Here is the answer to your problem, this is a bowl."<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Bbu4jVIH5Y/SzRAyccVQNI/AAAAAAAAB-g/m3IZR6c64QA/s1600-h/Ezritallinn02.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Bbu4jVIH5Y/SzRAyccVQNI/AAAAAAAAB-g/m3IZR6c64QA/s400/Ezritallinn02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419027487006212306" border="0" /></a><br />Ezri: "You see, the bowl has this nifty edge around it that allows you to push the food into the side for a better grip. Honestly, how did you even survive before me? Clearly your quality of life has improved since I've come along. Yes, yes I'm working on opening the fridge. All in good time. You just keep bringing us those treats you find in the garbage can."<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5Bbu4jVIH5Y/SzRA7G4HHfI/AAAAAAAAB-o/o3fyMflnGqo/s1600-h/Ezritallinng.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5Bbu4jVIH5Y/SzRA7G4HHfI/AAAAAAAAB-o/o3fyMflnGqo/s400/Ezritallinng.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419027635835969010" border="0" /></a>jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07870234938205295011noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37383956.post-38238254473259170202009-12-09T22:55:00.002-05:002009-12-09T23:08:59.539-05:00I miss you alreadyI miss you, Nunavut. I don't think about how much I miss you during the day time when I'm driving in my car, texting and eating a Big Mac (but not really because texting and driving is illegal in my area, and I'm a perfect citizen). I don't really think I miss you when the weather is warm, I'm wearing a tee-shirt, the grass is still green and it's November. I vaugly remember you when I'm power shopping the mall, online shopping a distant memory, sipping a Starbucks and heading through a self check out.<br /><br />But late at night, when I'm fast asleep, visions of snowmachines drive through my head. Blizzards, cold and the snow. And I remember how much I hate rain, rain sucks. Then I start dream wondering why it hasn't snowed here yet, this place sucks and I'm never going to snowmachine here!<br /><br />Then I really, really miss you!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5Bbu4jVIH5Y/SyB0KdWA-rI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/KeKfmmGJPyQ/s1600-h/DSC01603.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5Bbu4jVIH5Y/SyB0KdWA-rI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/KeKfmmGJPyQ/s400/DSC01603.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413454475123817138" border="0" /></a>jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07870234938205295011noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37383956.post-16702540428537929392009-12-02T23:02:00.005-05:002009-12-02T23:28:14.474-05:00Playing the single parent, and it sucks.We recently had my friend Julie come over and take some photos of us in front of my mother's "Bay store entrance" tree (this is what I call her Christmas tree because she does it up like the ones you see at the front of The Bay, you know where all the ornaments match). My tree, which is still not up, normally looks like Christmas barfed all over it, rather then the well thought out, choreographed tree at my mothers house.<br /><br />This was supposed to be a family portrait, but Nathan was called away for a 3 week work course and I was left a single parent. I didn't really think much of it at first, but now that the 3 weeks are almost over and there are only 2 LONG days until daddy comes home, I am now realizing how ridiculously hard it is for single parents of the world. Now granted I am 6 months pregnant and feeling a little bit of extra burn because my body is hard at work making another person, while I run around, chasing a creature that has just been unleashed to the world walking, with no concept of electricity or stairs. I'm pretty freaking tired. This child also does not like to sit still, or stay in any one place for too long, this also includes mommy's lap. I call her my "free range chicken", because she is constantly on the go and gets very cranky when not left to her own devices. I've got my fingers crossed that the second baby is a little more chilled out. I'm going to start pumping Bob Marley into the womb.<br /><br />Only 2 more days and the daddy can do all the picking up and lifting. And maybe a diaper too.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Bbu4jVIH5Y/Sxc4aOGnewI/AAAAAAAAB9w/sDDKno2yqQ0/s1600-h/Ezri%28JHP%29.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Bbu4jVIH5Y/Sxc4aOGnewI/AAAAAAAAB9w/sDDKno2yqQ0/s400/Ezri%28JHP%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410855500422544130" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Bbu4jVIH5Y/Sxc4iLuDddI/AAAAAAAAB-A/HmIX9hMVxBM/s1600-h/Ezri%28JHP%2903.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Bbu4jVIH5Y/Sxc4iLuDddI/AAAAAAAAB-A/HmIX9hMVxBM/s400/Ezri%28JHP%2903.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410855637221602770" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5Bbu4jVIH5Y/Sxc4dv0PSnI/AAAAAAAAB94/6AdTioLWxY8/s1600-h/Ezri%28JHP%2902.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5Bbu4jVIH5Y/Sxc4dv0PSnI/AAAAAAAAB94/6AdTioLWxY8/s400/Ezri%28JHP%2902.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410855561011874418" border="0" /></a>You can see more of Julie's exceptional photography <a href="http://jhodgins.blogspot.com/">here</a>.jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07870234938205295011noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37383956.post-69978618198225628482009-11-07T10:06:00.006-05:002009-11-07T10:28:29.810-05:00Ezri (10 months-ish)<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Bbu4jVIH5Y/SvWNZaaMz3I/AAAAAAAAB9o/zIVWF5vdeLk/s1600-h/EzriHalloweenweb03.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 281px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Bbu4jVIH5Y/SvWNZaaMz3I/AAAAAAAAB9o/zIVWF5vdeLk/s400/EzriHalloweenweb03.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401378795826237298" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5Bbu4jVIH5Y/SvWNTjXW7wI/AAAAAAAAB9g/44kGkHz17-s/s1600-h/EzriHalloweenweb07.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 281px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5Bbu4jVIH5Y/SvWNTjXW7wI/AAAAAAAAB9g/44kGkHz17-s/s400/EzriHalloweenweb07.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401378695151021826" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5Bbu4jVIH5Y/SvWNN5QFQkI/AAAAAAAAB9Y/i_ywaXwt0Rs/s1600-h/EzriHalloweenweb11.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 281px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5Bbu4jVIH5Y/SvWNN5QFQkI/AAAAAAAAB9Y/i_ywaXwt0Rs/s400/EzriHalloweenweb11.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401378597946868290" border="0" /></a>Ezri is really growing, it's a pretty magical experiance to watch. Also under the law of being a mom, I have to also say that she is so amazing and gorgeous and the cutest ever. But holy toledo. am I ever exhausted! This might have something to do with being 5 months pregnant, but I'm thinking it may also have to do with someone getting up at 5:45am since the time change. Ezri enjoys taking off anything that touches her feet, screeching as loud as she possibly can constantly, standing & walking with something to assist her. Two days ago she took her first steps unassisted, but realized she could reach her destination much faster if crawling. We haven't seen much more on the walking front, but we know it's coming and soon. She is a woman on a mission and has no time to slow any of that down with cuddeling or standing still. She has been too much fun and I'm hoping that one day soon I'll get some energy back so I can keep up with her!jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07870234938205295011noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37383956.post-8429106609346162892009-11-05T20:26:00.007-05:002009-11-05T21:42:05.430-05:00Back of the lineJust like the south, the north has it's little irritations that you just put up with. Just before I left the north I started letting those little things bug me just a little more then I would normally let myself get away with. I had caught the "grass is greener" syndrome, everything in the south was going to smell like roses. I usually reverse my outlook depending if I'm north or south. I flip flop like that, it's how I roll. Some people might call that flaky. Well since I'm down south for good this time I've reverted back to the north being all peaches and cream and remembering all the irritating things one has to deal with down south. One of them being waiting in line. And if you don't believe me, I'm telling the honest truth, you almost never wait in a line up north, maybe only on hot dog day once a year, who is going to pass up a free hot dog?<br /><br />I've had the pleasure of waiting in sorts of lines since my return south. Of course there is waiting in line at Tim Horton's. A minor irritation at 8am when the line is busting itself out of the parking lot and into oncoming traffic. But it seems to move along at a reasonable pace.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5Bbu4jVIH5Y/SvOAV1RXD3I/AAAAAAAAB9Q/mo6FZbl0c84/s1600-h/waiting03.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5Bbu4jVIH5Y/SvOAV1RXD3I/AAAAAAAAB9Q/mo6FZbl0c84/s400/waiting03.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400801490712858482" border="0" /></a><br />Then there is the grocery store line when nameless huge chain only pay to have two cashiers on shift when their is clearly need for more. They tell you it's so they can bring you those Delisio's for the low low price of $5 (a mighty drop from the $16 I used to pay for them up north), but I know that since you're only paying your two cashiers pennies an hour to work anyways, you could probably shave a few bucks off of those dripping with fat CEO bonus cheques and get one more employee scanning out my pizzas. I'm entitled to my agression because I worked for said nameless grocery store for 6 years prior to my time up north. I know the deal. That or maybe you can use all that money your shamelessly charging for plastic bags in the name of the environment and then pocketing. I'm just saying.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5Bbu4jVIH5Y/SvOAQM5lOdI/AAAAAAAAB9I/P6-D2zIuGio/s1600-h/waiting02.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5Bbu4jVIH5Y/SvOAQM5lOdI/AAAAAAAAB9I/P6-D2zIuGio/s400/waiting02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400801393976359378" border="0" /></a><br />Then the mother of all line ups, the one it took to get vaccinated for H1N1 in southern Ontario. Please, some of my northern friends pipe in and tell me how long it took you to wait in line to get vaccinated? Well it took me only an hour and half and that's because I got crafty and drove to another smaller city and got in line an hour before the clinic opened. The one I tried to get into (twice!) the night before was 2.5 - 4 hours long. I'm not going to get into the touchy subject of the vaccination itself, all I can say is that I'm sound with my choice of getting if for my pregnant self and 10 month old daughter. Happy I got it, and just in time too, lots of my friends are popping up with H1N1. Meanwhile back to the line up and how panic and lots of people mean waiting in sweaty, stinky school hallways. If Canada wants it's larger popluated areas to get vaccinated, making people who don't really want the vaccine wait in line for 4 hours isn't going to do the trick. Also who's idea was it to shove a bunch of pregnant ladies, kids and immune compromised individuals into tiny, cramped, low ventalated area with hundreds to thousands of other people. I almost turned into a germaphobe, I must have been purrelling every 10 seconds. Everytime someone caughed or sneezed, out came the purell. Then horror of all horrors, some random kid came over to Ezri, took one look at her and then proceed to lick her hand!! Where are we? Lets all share our germs and then get a vaccination, somehow that feels like it cancels it all out.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Bbu4jVIH5Y/SvN_ugsFq1I/AAAAAAAAB9A/e3HeV9XlWsw/s1600-h/waiting01.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Bbu4jVIH5Y/SvN_ugsFq1I/AAAAAAAAB9A/e3HeV9XlWsw/s400/waiting01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400800815172922194" border="0" /></a>Here is Ezri being a trooper and waiting in line. At this point we are being told to make sure we have our Health cards ready, because it's soo important and omg where is your health card. I pull out our Nunavut Health cards, the lady doesn't even bother to check our names and tosses them back to us. "I can't scan these". Ontario your so high and mighty with your scan cards (notice how I'll say that until my Ontario health card comes in the mail). I could have been from Mars and still got the vaccination. Lets just hope that I never have to wait in one of these southern panic lines again. I've had about enough of waiting in line.jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07870234938205295011noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37383956.post-37852971133003330762009-10-25T21:45:00.008-04:002009-10-25T22:27:41.638-04:00Is anyone out there?Ok so I don't live in Nunavut anymore. So what, I'm still posting. I thought I should do a little better at trying to wrap this up. Not that I really want to stop writing about embarrassing things on the Internet anymore, but really I would be living a fat lie if I kept posting under this website any longer. Maybe I should just change the name to Formerly of Nunavut? Well in any case a new website will be made, but I just moved into a new house, have a baby who is moving faster then the speed of light and am pregnant, so don't expect speediness. I've had a few people, you know all of 5 of my blog fans, complain about not making any posts. So here you are.<br /><br />Adjusting back down south has been fairly easy, I've found myself plugged back into cellphone and car, the things I lived so easily without up north. I've also been too busy to think much about the adjustment, except for that short time at the end of the day when I feel horridly exhausted and my feet are killing me, I realize it's because there is way too much to do down here. Of course I miss my friends and all the beautiful scenery up north and think of them often. Sometimes I go on the Environment Canada's website and check out the temperatures for back north, like I'm secretly stocking everyone. By now they have lots of snow and down here we have terrible rain and bazaar days with plus 16. But are the Fall colours on the trees ever amazing! I've come to a funny realization that when I lived up north I was ready for Halloween in August and Christmas in September, both Holidays seemed to take exceptional time to actually reach. Everything seems to be in better balance now that there is no snow on the ground, I might actually make it to December without catching myself whistling carols.<br /><br />Tallinn seems to be making the inside adjustment very well, as it was too hot at first for him to stay outside all day long. Now that it has cooled down he still seems content spending time inside. As long as his days are filled with many trips in the car and visits to Petsmart and Gramy's house. He has also taken up to rummaging through the garbage and shedding like crazy all over my new house, this was one reason having him outside most of the time was ideal. But I do love having his company while he is inside.<br /><br /><br />This is what has been keeping me so occupied, working on the house and looking after Ezri while Nathan is working. Babies will only stay so happy for so long while parked in one spot. Poor girl wanted to have the run of the place and play with all the tools, nails and paint. Mommy had other ideas, banishing her to baby prison in the exersaucer.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5Bbu4jVIH5Y/SuUFL2l0vBI/AAAAAAAAB8o/aRZvgaGoo0g/s1600-h/south03.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5Bbu4jVIH5Y/SuUFL2l0vBI/AAAAAAAAB8o/aRZvgaGoo0g/s400/south03.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396725429664267282" border="0" /></a><br />We have been enjoying all the bounty the Fall season provides. Especially not having to pay $40 for a pumpkin, but rather $2.50. This is not the front of my house, I do not live in a shack cabin. Although that would be super cool around Halloween.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5Bbu4jVIH5Y/SuUFLqEUHGI/AAAAAAAAB8g/nVtxKfRDCb0/s1600-h/south02.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5Bbu4jVIH5Y/SuUFLqEUHGI/AAAAAAAAB8g/nVtxKfRDCb0/s400/south02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396725426302491746" border="0" /></a><br />Here I'm representing the north wearing my Amauti to a War of 1812 reenactment. Some of the amazingly dressed reenactors where very interested in my jacket, it's funny that I came there to see them dressed up, not the reverse. I tell you this was way more practical then bringing the stroller out onto the battle field.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5Bbu4jVIH5Y/SuUE76XQA_I/AAAAAAAAB8Y/OSe9iy4-UYU/s1600-h/south01.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5Bbu4jVIH5Y/SuUE76XQA_I/AAAAAAAAB8Y/OSe9iy4-UYU/s400/south01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396725155798975474" border="0" /></a><br />By the way baby number two is a girl!jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07870234938205295011noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37383956.post-17470826881386185722009-09-01T21:11:00.004-04:002009-09-01T21:55:26.742-04:00The end is nearThe end of my time up north is near. Only 9 days left and I will be a citizen of the south once again. I've been having many mixed feelings over the last few months and days ranging between tears of leaving and utter excitement of returning to the land of retail.<br /><br />The last few weeks I've been trying to overcome some of the symptoms that bother me during early pregnancy, but as I come into the second trimester, I'm starting to feel better and running out of excuses for not blogging. I still have a few good stories to tell while I'm still a member of the north club, and once I step back through the wardrobe, no one will believe me.<br /><br />So, only 9 days left to tie up loose ends, pack and say goodbye to everything I've called home over the last 3 years. On one side, I'm convinced we're not leaving and I'm going about business as usual. On the other side, I'm having a melt down trying to cram in as much as possible before we leave because I'm frightened to death that we're never coming back. I'm trying to get out of the house as much as possible and just look at things, you know the way you would look at something on the first day you arrive. I've been here long enough that the scenery has become somewhat second nature to me and I don't want leave taking it for granted. I've also been out a few nights just sitting and watching the northern lights. I'm worried it will be the last chance to see them so brightly. I keep saying to Nathan "we'll come back, right? Maybe at the end of your career?". I just don't want it to be over, forever. I guess we'll just have to sit back and see where life takes us. Hopefully it will include another tour of the north, maybe even another northern territory. What I do know for sure is that the north is in my blood. It doesn't matter how excited I'm to get back to family, friends and Starbucks. I'll always be split in two. It's kind of depressing. This is pretty much how the story goes for most who live up north for any period of time.<br /><br />Here Ezri is trying to help us get organized for the move.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5Bbu4jVIH5Y/Sp3PIs6RY_I/AAAAAAAAB74/5MGKgi05lzo/s1600-h/ezrivid01.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5Bbu4jVIH5Y/Sp3PIs6RY_I/AAAAAAAAB74/5MGKgi05lzo/s400/ezrivid01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376681278551712754" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Bbu4jVIH5Y/Sp3PkhhzxWI/AAAAAAAAB8A/Vwsx9KQ5kwk/s1600-h/ezrivid02.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Bbu4jVIH5Y/Sp3PkhhzxWI/AAAAAAAAB8A/Vwsx9KQ5kwk/s400/ezrivid02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376681756532655458" border="0" /></a>jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07870234938205295011noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37383956.post-5890522705190193682009-08-20T16:33:00.004-04:002009-08-20T17:11:27.376-04:00August NightsIt's about time I updated this thing. Frankly I'm getting nauseous every time I'm loading my blog and seeing the previous post with the greasy army ration photos. Well I'm actually getting nauseous a lot these days as I find myself pregnant again. Yes, already. It wasn't planned, but we do want two and why not have them both experiance a part of Nunavut, even if baby two is only going to experiance it in my tummy. So here I have been suffering again, almost like a 3 month hangover. Lets just say it's been hard, especially along side having an 8 month old crawling around and putting her hands into everything. I've got two more weeks until I hit the second trimester and I'm counting down the seconds. This is the time I started feeling more like myself with the previous pregnancy.<br /><br />Meanwhile I've at least been out taking photos. We've just started getting night again and I took the opportunity the last few nights to go out scouting for the northern lights. We've had really clear nights and peaceful weather, the perfect recipe for shooting some photos.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Bbu4jVIH5Y/So2z087S6aI/AAAAAAAAB7o/SpKQC0B7TB4/s1600-h/Northern04.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Bbu4jVIH5Y/So2z087S6aI/AAAAAAAAB7o/SpKQC0B7TB4/s400/Northern04.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372147652812269986" border="0" /></a>Last night I took <a href="http://babies-bulldogs.blogspot.com/">Morena</a> out along with me, we had a great time. And yes we are wearing Parkas. I guess we both figured we'd be out for a long time and you always dress warmly when you live in Nunavut. Meanwhile, it was so beautiful, that we were unzipping and taking off our Parkas. It does add a more authentic look however along with the northern lights in the background. Morena made her own parka last year, we both started one at the same time. She finished hers in about 10 seconds and I've been struggling with mine all year, it's just almost done. If it wasn't for <a href="http://sandovals-adventures.blogspot.com/">Meaghan</a>, it would never get finished. That piece<span style="font-style: italic;"> of crap</span> I'm giving to my wonderful sister in law Jen, and then had Meaghan make a good parka for me. Actually the parka I helped to make isn't too bad at all because Meaghan helped me through the whole thing, Jen is going to love it. I will post up photos soon.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Bbu4jVIH5Y/So2zsad8MeI/AAAAAAAAB7g/JuI09kvM8os/s1600-h/Northern01.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Bbu4jVIH5Y/So2zsad8MeI/AAAAAAAAB7g/JuI09kvM8os/s400/Northern01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372147506123387362" border="0" /></a>I just wanted an excuse to wear my hot new parka before moving back south, where I will have to wait until NEXT winter because I will be too fat with baby number two to wear this beautiful piece of artwork.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5Bbu4jVIH5Y/So2zV5mAFYI/AAAAAAAAB7Y/-ibcNjwhDdw/s1600-h/self%28northernlights%29.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5Bbu4jVIH5Y/So2zV5mAFYI/AAAAAAAAB7Y/-ibcNjwhDdw/s400/self%28northernlights%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372147119341704578" border="0" /></a>jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07870234938205295011noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37383956.post-4649946037638364412009-07-24T08:24:00.008-04:002009-07-24T11:30:33.552-04:00Romantic candle light dinner with army rationsWhen Nathan offered to make dinner the other night, I was so elated that it didn't matter to me what we were going to eat. Somewhere along his busy work day, Nathan had come across some army rations and was so excited that he immediately bust into the ration package to explore it's contents. He had come home with a few options of breakfast, lunch & dinner. They all tried very hard to appear much more extravagant then what the preserved packages inside actually were. This option below was a "Lunch Menu No. 2", Mmm already sounds delicious. Then it goes on to list that it's a "Beef Macaroni Chinese Style", whatever that is. It does sounds like the army came up with that idea, lets just mix whatever is leftover together.<br /><br />The contents of the ration box below includes:<br />1 Package of SCRUMPTIOUS beef Macaroni Chinese Style, 1 Package of apple sauce, spoon, salt, pepper, wetnap, Chiclets (yes, the army wants you...to have fresh breath), one Worthers original (thank god, I mean what would you do after dinner if you didn't have a Worthers? Subsequently I passed on my mine because it was in Christmas wrapping), everything you need for tea and coffee, jam, peanut butter, a packet of bread, napkins, juice chrystals, one plastic bag cup used for hot and cold beverages, a chocolate bar (sorry, not shown in photo because someone ate it in the 10 seconds it took to open the package and set up this photo), and lets not forget 1 "How do you rate this meal" survey.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5Bbu4jVIH5Y/SmmscgHVVlI/AAAAAAAAB64/2kfGcmWwVak/s1600-h/JME_3490s.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5Bbu4jVIH5Y/SmmscgHVVlI/AAAAAAAAB64/2kfGcmWwVak/s400/JME_3490s.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362006437018293842" border="0" /></a><br />Here Nathan is hard at work with the meal preparation. Packages need to be boiled.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Bbu4jVIH5Y/SmmsBM2tnUI/AAAAAAAAB6w/c9_1y943ARo/s1600-h/JME_3458s.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Bbu4jVIH5Y/SmmsBM2tnUI/AAAAAAAAB6w/c9_1y943ARo/s400/JME_3458s.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362005967991840066" border="0" /></a><br />Nathan also made us drinks from the flavored crystal packets in the cups that come along with the rations. Even though we were home, within reasonable reach of real cups, it was important to experience everything. Yes, I drank out of this Ziploc bag below, and yes it was very challenging. Remember though, I'm not complaining, because Nathan prepared everything<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Bbu4jVIH5Y/SmmpOvNTbjI/AAAAAAAAB6g/gDicnaeNEwU/s1600-h/JME_3456s.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Bbu4jVIH5Y/SmmpOvNTbjI/AAAAAAAAB6g/gDicnaeNEwU/s400/JME_3456s.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362002902016814642" border="0" /></a><br />I decided to go with spaghetti and meatballs, and can honestly say it wasn't bad. A little like zoodles. The brick of bread there was another story. It just didn't seem right to eat bread that was probably older then Ezri.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Bbu4jVIH5Y/Smms-6NSHXI/AAAAAAAAB7A/KdskzpUlxYs/s1600-h/JME_3462s.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Bbu4jVIH5Y/Smms-6NSHXI/AAAAAAAAB7A/KdskzpUlxYs/s400/JME_3462s.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362007028138122610" border="0" /></a><br />Nathan went with a chicken in a sauce and mashed potatoes. The potatoes where a powder to begin with and the instructions noted that you could add in the coffee mate packet to intensify the creaminess. So. Gross. Especially because he didn't mix it up really well and when I went to try a bite (try everything once I say), it was completely powdery.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5Bbu4jVIH5Y/SmmrvyX5phI/AAAAAAAAB6o/ZGsOjsxsGbY/s1600-h/JME_3467s.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5Bbu4jVIH5Y/SmmrvyX5phI/AAAAAAAAB6o/ZGsOjsxsGbY/s400/JME_3467s.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362005668825507346" border="0" /></a><br />Found directly under "bread", "Do Not Eat". Exactly. Sure, they mean don't eat the package, I guess in a crunch those army guys get really hungry. My theory is that if your hungry enough to think about eating the package, your probably too hungry to read.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5Bbu4jVIH5Y/SmmtKc4ivpI/AAAAAAAAB7I/Q1EFPndTbCo/s1600-h/JME_3491s.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5Bbu4jVIH5Y/SmmtKc4ivpI/AAAAAAAAB7I/Q1EFPndTbCo/s400/JME_3491s.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362007226424934034" border="0" /></a>After consuming two meals, breakfast & dinner in ration form in one day, Nathan didn't feel so great. That was the end of the rations in our house.jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07870234938205295011noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37383956.post-55482280728928383462009-07-23T09:51:00.006-04:002009-07-23T10:37:44.028-04:00This place is so beautifulWhat you can't see are the HOARDS of mosquitoes! I didn't want to spray the baby with deet, so I sprayed the area she was sitting. I know, not really environmentally friendly to spray a bunch of beautiful flowers with bug spray. We could only shoot in one spot for a few seconds and then we had to move. Although there are numerous quantities of arctic mosquitoes, they are as slow as zombies. This gives you a chance to stand still for a few seconds before you are swarmed, then you can out walk them and be clear for a short time before they catch up again.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Bbu4jVIH5Y/SmhsO_D7A6I/AAAAAAAAB6A/-KGau3-1Jjw/s1600-h/JME_3624s.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Bbu4jVIH5Y/SmhsO_D7A6I/AAAAAAAAB6A/-KGau3-1Jjw/s400/JME_3624s.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361654361086428066" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5Bbu4jVIH5Y/Smhsjj57KcI/AAAAAAAAB6I/DjEe_QSBgp8/s1600-h/JME_3657s.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5Bbu4jVIH5Y/Smhsjj57KcI/AAAAAAAAB6I/DjEe_QSBgp8/s400/JME_3657s.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361654714573990338" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Bbu4jVIH5Y/Smhro-6XMtI/AAAAAAAAB54/09eiTzw7udI/s1600-h/JME_3671s.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Bbu4jVIH5Y/Smhro-6XMtI/AAAAAAAAB54/09eiTzw7udI/s400/JME_3671s.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361653708211303122" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5Bbu4jVIH5Y/SmhtQVe63dI/AAAAAAAAB6Q/v83zTUrHtpI/s1600-h/JME_3691s.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5Bbu4jVIH5Y/SmhtQVe63dI/AAAAAAAAB6Q/v83zTUrHtpI/s400/JME_3691s.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361655483796741586" border="0" /></a>These purple flowers are called Dwarf Fireweed, as I learned on <a href="http://kiggavik.typepad.com/the_house_other_arctic_mu/2009/07/prickly-saxifrage.html">Clare's blog</a> yesterday. Here is a closer look.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5Bbu4jVIH5Y/Smh1KDTf4uI/AAAAAAAAB6Y/ZXdtMulufmM/s1600-h/JME_3565s.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5Bbu4jVIH5Y/Smh1KDTf4uI/AAAAAAAAB6Y/ZXdtMulufmM/s400/JME_3565s.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361664171930804962" border="0" /></a>jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07870234938205295011noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37383956.post-24350242053905059092009-07-16T23:18:00.006-04:002009-07-16T23:43:02.841-04:00Almost 7 months<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5Bbu4jVIH5Y/Sl_vOCZWC-I/AAAAAAAAB5w/3QPioUx6lko/s1600-h/ezriplay.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5Bbu4jVIH5Y/Sl_vOCZWC-I/AAAAAAAAB5w/3QPioUx6lko/s400/ezriplay.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359265106034559970" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Bbu4jVIH5Y/Sl_uPmP5AsI/AAAAAAAAB5o/G2VWpH0OBt8/s1600-h/ezrismile.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Bbu4jVIH5Y/Sl_uPmP5AsI/AAAAAAAAB5o/G2VWpH0OBt8/s400/ezrismile.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359264033326826178" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5Bbu4jVIH5Y/Sl_t-m1WAgI/AAAAAAAAB5g/6bfT_wSweJY/s1600-h/ezrieye.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5Bbu4jVIH5Y/Sl_t-m1WAgI/AAAAAAAAB5g/6bfT_wSweJY/s400/ezrieye.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359263741426139650" border="0" /></a><br />The summer sun was shinning brightly the other evening, warming up the kitchen while I was feeding Ezri her evening meal. I caught a few shots before the sweet potato ended up all over her face and up her nose.jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07870234938205295011noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37383956.post-51796201554798034252009-07-14T21:16:00.007-04:002009-07-14T21:41:56.923-04:00Polar Bear Swim 2009I have made this a yearly event, throwing my semi-naked body into the frigid grasp of the arctic ocean. For no good reason. I've done it 3 times now, missing out only last year because I was about 4 months pregnant and it wouldn't have been the best activity to partake in. You can read about 2007's dip <a href="http://jenofnunavut.blogspot.com/2007/08/polar-bear-swim.html">here</a>.<br /><br />I'm sure it seems not a big deal to you people down south in your comfy warm climate, but first of all it wasn't the warmest day up here and secondly as Meaghan puts it on her <a href="http://sandovals-adventures.blogspot.com/2009/07/dipping-in-freezing-cold-ocean.html">blog</a>, "reminder the ice just melted about 2 weeks ago". There is still snow in various areas as well. It's cold and the water is even colder then you can imagine, unless of course you've gone in before, in which case you totally understand me. So yeah, it's brain freeze cold. It is the arctic ocean.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5Bbu4jVIH5Y/Sl0v8BUmi5I/AAAAAAAAB5Y/HNgL6E0ZWbI/s1600-h/swim01.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5Bbu4jVIH5Y/Sl0v8BUmi5I/AAAAAAAAB5Y/HNgL6E0ZWbI/s400/swim01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358491839834262418" border="0" /></a>The trick here is to "dip", not actually swim. Run in, run out. This time I wore shoes instead of crocs so I didn't have to turn right back around and search for them floating away. This time I used my brain. Get in, get out, don't dally around.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5Bbu4jVIH5Y/Sl0vVMh6UJI/AAAAAAAAB5Q/FvbxounJE-U/s1600-h/swim02.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5Bbu4jVIH5Y/Sl0vVMh6UJI/AAAAAAAAB5Q/FvbxounJE-U/s400/swim02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358491172827975826" border="0" /></a><br />In case you were wondering how cold it was, here is a close up from the photo above. I think our faces say it all, (*insert swear word here*)!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5Bbu4jVIH5Y/Sl0vCAGYrWI/AAAAAAAAB5I/p87mgTL48rs/s1600-h/swim03.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5Bbu4jVIH5Y/Sl0vCAGYrWI/AAAAAAAAB5I/p87mgTL48rs/s400/swim03.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358490843073785186" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5Bbu4jVIH5Y/Sl0u4GsQqnI/AAAAAAAAB5A/xfwFHum5KRU/s1600-h/swim04.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5Bbu4jVIH5Y/Sl0u4GsQqnI/AAAAAAAAB5A/xfwFHum5KRU/s400/swim04.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358490673044564594" border="0" /></a>It was a good time, I'd do it again. I can't explain why, as the part of my brain that's supposed to make sense of things isn't making the decisions when I'm running into the arctic ocean.<br /><br />Don't forget to check out <a href="http://babies-bulldogs.blogspot.com/2009/07/brrr.html">Morena</a><a href="http://babies-bulldogs.blogspot.com/2009/07/brrr.html">'s</a> post about our adventure, as well as <a href="http://sandovals-adventures.blogspot.com/2009/07/dipping-in-freezing-cold-ocean.html">Meaghan</a><a href="http://sandovals-adventures.blogspot.com/2009/07/dipping-in-freezing-cold-ocean.html">'s</a>.jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07870234938205295011noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37383956.post-87764073495784601112009-07-08T23:04:00.005-04:002009-07-09T08:09:13.515-04:00Sleep walk.I awoke early this morning to the sound of Ezri crying. I had forgotten to turn on the monitor and was jolted awake by the idea that I was hearing her cry from her room, rather then the monitor beside my bed. I jumped straight out of bed and then realized this was not an emergency. Ezri had put herself almost back to sleep immediately, but I was still wide awake. After a visit to the washroom, a BEAMING sun filled visit to the washroom, I took a small peak out the window and saw this:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5Bbu4jVIH5Y/SlVe45uf_CI/AAAAAAAAB4o/2OtpVzA6n4w/s1600-h/5am.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5Bbu4jVIH5Y/SlVe45uf_CI/AAAAAAAAB4o/2OtpVzA6n4w/s400/5am.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356291663488613410" border="0" /></a>Some of the stillest water I've seen up here. So I decided at 5am to grab my camera and walk down to the beach. I told Nathan I was going for a walk and he looked at me like I was nuts, rolled over and went back to sleep. <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5Bbu4jVIH5Y/SlVfRTPvSBI/AAAAAAAAB4w/T8MaXWvmaFs/s1600-h/5am3.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5Bbu4jVIH5Y/SlVfRTPvSBI/AAAAAAAAB4w/T8MaXWvmaFs/s400/5am3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356292082655774738" border="0" /></a>I know someone who didn't think it was such a crazy idea. Tallinn was having a blast sniffing every rock and blade of grass from my house to the beach.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5Bbu4jVIH5Y/SlVixLsvHCI/AAAAAAAAB44/KtYbr1eI6uI/s1600-h/5am4.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5Bbu4jVIH5Y/SlVixLsvHCI/AAAAAAAAB44/KtYbr1eI6uI/s400/5am4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356295928920611874" border="0" /></a>It was the most calming feeling, there wasn't a sound or even a small breeze. Everyone was asleep tucked in their beds, even the ravens and dogs. It wasn't until a bunch of birds that sounded like ducks and seagulls combined started SCREECHING, breaking the silence that I remembered 3 summers ago around this time of year and hour in the morning there was a bear chilling out on the beach behind our house.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5Bbu4jVIH5Y/SlVembaxjjI/AAAAAAAAB4g/F7417mNIFbo/s1600-h/5am2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5Bbu4jVIH5Y/SlVembaxjjI/AAAAAAAAB4g/F7417mNIFbo/s400/5am2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356291346115169842" border="0" /></a>So Tallinn and I booked it back to the house and I went back to bed.jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07870234938205295011noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37383956.post-77903699839760512682009-07-06T22:16:00.009-04:002009-07-06T22:53:39.117-04:00ShotsToday Ezri went in for her 6 Month shots. I documented the day with the NEW camera Nathan got me for my birthday. New camera you ask? Why do you need another camera? Well, let me explain. Firstly, let me point out that I do have 2 hands, so why not two? Second of all I wanted one of those little point & shoot cameras so I could take movies of Ezri, avoiding possible future incidents of holding my lap top over the bathtub trying to capture bath time. For most people this is the staple camera, for me it's a fun camera. My meat and potatoes camera weighs like 20lbs, so shooting with this 2 gram of a thing is like a party in my hands. Sure the image quality isn't what I'm used to, but I've had a BLAST taking photos today. (for those of you wondering, Kennie, Julie & Aleks it's a Canon powershot sd960)<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">So like I was saying we went to get Ezri's shots. Fun? Not so much.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5Bbu4jVIH5Y/SlKwcqLhrHI/AAAAAAAAB3w/M6sIJyS4yLc/s1600-h/shots.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5Bbu4jVIH5Y/SlKwcqLhrHI/AAAAAAAAB3w/M6sIJyS4yLc/s400/shots.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355536913302400114" border="0" /></a>To cheer us both up we took a little walk and shop in the Northern store. Ezri was incognito. Incognito from the sun. See what I'm saying about taking fun shots with a camera that doesn't need bulging biceps just to hold. I was able to take this shot with one hand. ONE!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5Bbu4jVIH5Y/SlKxZ-vcO4I/AAAAAAAAB4A/-TKpTAgoV2Q/s1600-h/shots2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5Bbu4jVIH5Y/SlKxZ-vcO4I/AAAAAAAAB4A/-TKpTAgoV2Q/s400/shots2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355537966793767810" border="0" /></a>Here is also something I can not do with my SLR (easily), it's just too damn heavy. Take a shot of myself from above without risk of camera falling and crushing baby.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5Bbu4jVIH5Y/SlKw2MSXSxI/AAAAAAAAB34/Y0ea4SCNVzE/s1600-h/shots3.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5Bbu4jVIH5Y/SlKw2MSXSxI/AAAAAAAAB34/Y0ea4SCNVzE/s400/shots3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355537351954615058" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">After shopping, we started to get a little cranky.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5Bbu4jVIH5Y/SlKynJFXE0I/AAAAAAAAB4Y/fmMeDerp-cc/s1600-h/shots4.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5Bbu4jVIH5Y/SlKynJFXE0I/AAAAAAAAB4Y/fmMeDerp-cc/s400/shots4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355539292419986242" border="0" /></a>Mommy to the rescue with a cookie. Smell that baby crack.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5Bbu4jVIH5Y/SlKyGCZdWpI/AAAAAAAAB4Q/GNdGQpBG8X8/s1600-h/shots5.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5Bbu4jVIH5Y/SlKyGCZdWpI/AAAAAAAAB4Q/GNdGQpBG8X8/s400/shots5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355538723689552530" border="0" /></a>Oh yeah, that makes it feel all better.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5Bbu4jVIH5Y/SlKxu9yrnuI/AAAAAAAAB4I/YGfJjid2bY0/s1600-h/shots6.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5Bbu4jVIH5Y/SlKxu9yrnuI/AAAAAAAAB4I/YGfJjid2bY0/s400/shots6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355538327316176610" border="0" /></a><br /><br />P.S Announcing another Nunavummiut Blogger. Morena at<a href="http://babies-bulldogs.blogspot.com/"> Babies & Bulldogs</a>. Her little boy Oliver is Ezri's Boyfriend. And her Bulldog Tank is Tallinn's boyfriend. This is yet another CD blog. WE ARE TAKING OVER THE WORLD. Eat dust Arctic Bay! :)<br /></div>jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07870234938205295011noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37383956.post-34924716315982233212009-07-03T15:26:00.004-04:002009-07-03T17:43:28.977-04:00The blogger formerly known as Jen of Nunavut<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">A</span>s you already know, I'm moving down south and therefore will soon no longer be "Jen of Nunavut", but Jen of MASSIVE city in southern Canada. I will want to continue writing and showcasing my photography. I figure I'm going to (<span style="font-style: italic;">try to</span>) start a business when I get back south and I might as well start up a full fledged website that will allow me to blog and dabble in a <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">photography</span> business. So the question is "what in H.E. double <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">hockey stick</span> do I call it"?<br /><br />I WANT your opinion. You can either vote on the side or leave me a comment. OR both, any suggestions are welcome.jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07870234938205295011noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37383956.post-46447825331464207962009-06-29T12:54:00.008-04:002009-06-29T13:43:23.220-04:00Oh Sugar!For my birthday Nathan and I took out some left over sugar from last year's sealift that had solidified into bricks. We had a bet how many bricks we could shoot through with a single bullet. Nathan won. No surprise.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5Bbu4jVIH5Y/Skj03yEdELI/AAAAAAAAB3Q/58FJo1cd1WU/s1600-h/Sugar.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5Bbu4jVIH5Y/Skj03yEdELI/AAAAAAAAB3Q/58FJo1cd1WU/s400/Sugar.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352797396300271794" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5Bbu4jVIH5Y/Skj0S1fCYxI/AAAAAAAAB3I/3cmD4b23mXA/s1600-h/Sugar02.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5Bbu4jVIH5Y/Skj0S1fCYxI/AAAAAAAAB3I/3cmD4b23mXA/s400/Sugar02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352796761561916178" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Bbu4jVIH5Y/SkjzrIgCGJI/AAAAAAAAB3A/GtOpsw8fP-M/s1600-h/Sugar03.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Bbu4jVIH5Y/SkjzrIgCGJI/AAAAAAAAB3A/GtOpsw8fP-M/s400/Sugar03.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352796079471597714" border="0" /></a>You can see how solid the sugar actually was. It's too bad the now powdered sugar was unusable. Damn lead.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Bbu4jVIH5Y/SkjyVmCU1SI/AAAAAAAAB24/hDT2kg2zrKM/s1600-h/Sugar05.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Bbu4jVIH5Y/SkjyVmCU1SI/AAAAAAAAB24/hDT2kg2zrKM/s400/Sugar05.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352794609931310370" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">We then walked about 100 metres and shot at a target. <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5Bbu4jVIH5Y/Skj1T2Hh2cI/AAAAAAAAB3Y/qDcpfaw-5hw/s1600-h/Sugar06.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5Bbu4jVIH5Y/Skj1T2Hh2cI/AAAAAAAAB3Y/qDcpfaw-5hw/s400/Sugar06.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352797878423247298" border="0" /></a><br />I hit all my shots on the board. Maybe not in the "important scoring section", but who's counting...it looks like I got an ear or nostril at least. That's worth a pat on the back.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Bbu4jVIH5Y/Skj2DUq1tiI/AAAAAAAAB3g/fUIgnBQbLR8/s1600-h/Sugar07.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Bbu4jVIH5Y/Skj2DUq1tiI/AAAAAAAAB3g/fUIgnBQbLR8/s400/Sugar07.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352798694078264866" border="0" /></a>It was a good birthday.<br /></div>jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07870234938205295011noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37383956.post-13412696041642085912009-06-26T10:28:00.006-04:002009-06-26T11:00:45.452-04:00Out to seaI have to say this is the longest I've seen the ice in the bay stick around. It's almost the end of June and there is still a fair amount left to break up. People are taking advantage of it, using it to cross over to the mainland for fishing, or using it as a jumping off point to take their boats out beluga hunting. The other week a few hunters drove their snow machines down to the edge of the ice, parked them and jumped into their boat to go out hunting. Meanwhile I'm hanging out in my pajama pants on the couch when I notice that the 5 unattended snow machines have broken off and started floating out into open sea. Can you see from this photo below?<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5Bbu4jVIH5Y/SkTcU-l4x-I/AAAAAAAAB2o/emInmIqz8_Y/s1600-h/outtosea3.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5Bbu4jVIH5Y/SkTcU-l4x-I/AAAAAAAAB2o/emInmIqz8_Y/s400/outtosea3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351644510180394978" border="0" /></a>How about now?<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Bbu4jVIH5Y/SkTcH-nrcGI/AAAAAAAAB2g/nMYR1bcHpDg/s1600-h/outtosea2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Bbu4jVIH5Y/SkTcH-nrcGI/AAAAAAAAB2g/nMYR1bcHpDg/s400/outtosea2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351644286849609826" border="0" /></a>I was shocked to see that everyone was taking a totally laid back approach. I had watched a few people prepare a boat and go out towards the drifting machines, to only see them head in a totally different direction and disappear. I expect they were going out hunting as well. Morena, Meaghan, Kim and I headed down to the park to catch a better look at the machines floating out to sea. Kim took this photo of the three of us, totally unplanned, wearing our babies, bjorn style.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5Bbu4jVIH5Y/SkTcijH7rwI/AAAAAAAAB2w/rP5iz9Ivx0Q/s1600-h/JME_2028-small.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5Bbu4jVIH5Y/SkTcijH7rwI/AAAAAAAAB2w/rP5iz9Ivx0Q/s400/JME_2028-small.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351644743325167362" border="0" /></a>I was prepared to say goodbye as I could noticeably see the ice moving towards open water.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5Bbu4jVIH5Y/SkTbpsXLOMI/AAAAAAAAB2Y/UN5jEffY30w/s1600-h/outtosea.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5Bbu4jVIH5Y/SkTbpsXLOMI/AAAAAAAAB2Y/UN5jEffY30w/s400/outtosea.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351643766552475842" border="0" /></a>I guess everyone was so laid back because they knew they would get their machines back and there was no point wasting time worrying or loosing out on hunting. Later that evening the ice came partially back in with the tide and EVERY SINGLE machine was saved (by loading one machine sideways on a fishing boat, driving each one back one by one). It was truley a happy ending.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">INTRODUCING</span> a new <a href="http://sandovals-adventures.blogspot.com/">Nunavummiut blogger</a>. I've mentioned <a href="http://sandovals-adventures.blogspot.com/">Meaghan</a> a few times on my blog, she writes about raising her beautiful daughter Mercedes and family life in the north.jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07870234938205295011noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37383956.post-21179248411158568762009-06-23T17:21:00.009-04:002009-06-23T19:37:01.646-04:00Celebrations - June 21stTwo days ago it was Aboriginal day as well as father's day and it was a busy day making sure to celebrate both. The RCMP across the country celebrate Aboriginal day, in Nunavut each detachment throws a community BBQ. Who could pass up hotdogs, hamburgers, games and face painting even if it was cold and snowing. Yes it was also the first day of summer, let me repeat that it was cold and snowing. We all still had a great time. Especially Morena and myself, because we were cozy inside the garage doing the face painting.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5Bbu4jVIH5Y/SkFH5LbKMrI/AAAAAAAAB1w/Z8v91AkJbVY/s1600-h/jun21.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5Bbu4jVIH5Y/SkFH5LbKMrI/AAAAAAAAB1w/Z8v91AkJbVY/s400/jun21.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350636879937680050" border="0" /></a>Kids and elders alike were playing games, this one where you toss a rock and try to knock off another rock 15 feet in front of you. The prize was a basketball (if only we could have used that to knock over the stone it would have been a little easier). I had scoffed that this would be an easy game until I tried it myself and failed miserably. Over and over.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5Bbu4jVIH5Y/SkFKl0idrhI/AAAAAAAAB2A/8ciIWGUabbc/s1600-h/jun2103.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5Bbu4jVIH5Y/SkFKl0idrhI/AAAAAAAAB2A/8ciIWGUabbc/s400/jun2103.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350639845911670290" border="0" /></a>Nathan catching a warm moment inside holding Ezri and giving my back a rest. That baby is getting heavy indeed. I guess their supposed to grow.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Bbu4jVIH5Y/SkFKADV9fJI/AAAAAAAAB14/N_nZYWOzJuc/s1600-h/jun2102.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Bbu4jVIH5Y/SkFKADV9fJI/AAAAAAAAB14/N_nZYWOzJuc/s400/jun2102.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350639197050731666" border="0" /></a>Later on in the evening we switched gear and had a "small" campfire out back. My gift to Nathan for Father's Day, letting him burn stuff. Here we are burning last years sealift create. It was in such a blaze that one of the rangers came over in a hurry worried that the Ranger's shed was burning down.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5Bbu4jVIH5Y/SkFK70nBFVI/AAAAAAAAB2I/EklMtaUf9cM/s1600-h/jun2104.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5Bbu4jVIH5Y/SkFK70nBFVI/AAAAAAAAB2I/EklMtaUf9cM/s400/jun2104.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350640223887889746" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5Bbu4jVIH5Y/SkFLPNdc0vI/AAAAAAAAB2Q/yy2pxq7QA6I/s1600-h/jun2105.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5Bbu4jVIH5Y/SkFLPNdc0vI/AAAAAAAAB2Q/yy2pxq7QA6I/s400/jun2105.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350640556976165618" border="0" /></a>He was pretty pleased with his efforts. I had a few flashes from that movie Backdraft.jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07870234938205295011noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37383956.post-30099444114937636712009-06-20T23:32:00.005-04:002009-06-21T08:59:58.402-04:00The ScoopUsually when I disappear for an extended period of blogdom time, there is something going down in the land of Jen. My last large posting absence was related to keeping secrets, secrets about being pregnant. This time (not pregnant) it's news about Nathan getting transferred with his job. The big news is that we are leaving Nunavut, after 3 years. It's seems like this is a common trend with a few of my other favourite Nunavummiut bloggers as well. It's a bummer. It turns out we are heading back to Canada's deep south, back to starbucks and shopping. Maybe it's not all a bummer. I can tell you a piece of me is breaking off and won't be taken back with us south. The good news is that we get to spend the rest of the summer up here before we make our transition back into the hustle. That's right the south, where your hustling or getting hustled. It's one big pimp show down there. We are happy, however that we will be closer with family.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Bbu4jVIH5Y/Sj2qUPztqsI/AAAAAAAAB1o/KT44YXPbDiU/s1600-h/3years.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Bbu4jVIH5Y/Sj2qUPztqsI/AAAAAAAAB1o/KT44YXPbDiU/s400/3years.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349619197203557058" border="0" /></a>This is Nathan and I, June 2006, when we first moved up to Nunavut. Don't say it, we've obviously gained a few pounds these few years. We all know that if your looking to loose weight, you shouldn't fool yourself into thinking the answer is up north where there are no fast food joints. There is plenty of yumminess, and you'll buy it no matter what it costs. Since there is no fast food, I have found myself a better cook, experimenting with many new recipes. I've been eating well these last 3 years.<br /><br />Coming north and leaving again is a sob story I've seen and heard too many times now. I'm bummed it's my turn, and so soon. Unfortunately and fortunately Nathan's career takes us to many new and exciting places. It's hard to move, no matter where you have been living. As the story goes, when Nathan was starting his career, I told him that I would follow him anywhere, except I jokingly said "Not Toronto or Nunavut!". Turns out I really didn't know what I was talking about (big surprise!), Nunavut was a blast. I just hope that I don't have to learn my lesson about Toronto, too many people.<br /><br />A lot of other bloggers have started other blogs to document their non-Nunauvt adventures. You can bet I will as well. I am worried however that when I move back down south I will have lost my identity. I will no longer be "Jen of Nunavut", but "Jen of Massive City where Jens are a dime a dozen". I have the entire summer to think about it. So don't think about dropping this blog yet because I still have a whack of adventures left in me.jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07870234938205295011noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37383956.post-34723281913705867422009-05-25T00:43:00.003-04:002009-05-25T00:48:07.593-04:00Midnight<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5Bbu4jVIH5Y/Shoilka5B7I/AAAAAAAAB1Q/zZLC4n-xGvg/s1600-h/midnight2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5Bbu4jVIH5Y/Shoilka5B7I/AAAAAAAAB1Q/zZLC4n-xGvg/s400/midnight2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339618337028114354" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Snow machines coming home from fishing, crossing the bay back to town.<br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5Bbu4jVIH5Y/ShoiJz5E55I/AAAAAAAAB1I/gamdrXTmq2Y/s1600-h/midnight.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5Bbu4jVIH5Y/ShoiJz5E55I/AAAAAAAAB1I/gamdrXTmq2Y/s400/midnight.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339617860144916370" border="0" /></a>jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07870234938205295011noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37383956.post-60180720333049776922009-05-13T13:43:00.006-04:002009-05-13T14:42:08.976-04:00The belly, the baby & the snowstorm.<div style="text-align: left;">You know how they say the camera can add 10lbs, well for the sake of my sanity, it can also "remove" 10lbs or maybe 30 (even without photoshop). This post-pregnancy weight has really been getting me down. I know that it took a year to gain and I'm going to give myself a year to take it off, but talk about a bummer man. I also don't want to do any radical diets, in fear it may deplete my milk (isn't that the best excuse ever, like I could ever go on a radical diet!). Breastfeeding so far has done absolutely nothing in terms of weight lose. Sure, I haven't been dieting, but I also haven't been over eating. Even with cutting out most treats and not eating after supper, nothing is happening. The worst part, is that evil little piece of junk in my bathroom, the scale. One day I had actually thought I lost a pound, but then I stepped back on 10 seconds later and was up a pound. I don't know what to believe, maybe it's just broken. I think the best place for that evil hunk of crapola, for my sanity and self esteem, is in 1,000 little peices after I've blown it to bits with a shotgun. How empowering! I think I might do this, stand by for that story.<br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Bbu4jVIH5Y/SgsHSYQ6m9I/AAAAAAAAB0I/_wFCJyIo434/s1600-h/self.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Bbu4jVIH5Y/SgsHSYQ6m9I/AAAAAAAAB0I/_wFCJyIo434/s400/self.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335366195882925010" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Ezri and I have been playing around with the camera on my laptop. I think she might be a blogger one day. She likes to stare at herself on my computer and has little conversations with her mirror image. This is the way I've been making movies for myself to document her, but I'm finding it very limiting. You don't know how frightening it is to hold your lap top over a bath tub full of water, just so you can capture bath time (you know, so I can show it at her wedding, because I'm evil like that). This calls for a Movie making camera. Any suggestions?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5Bbu4jVIH5Y/SgsHLfXkESI/AAAAAAAAB0A/tJs5ydsEwtg/s1600-h/miniblogger.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5Bbu4jVIH5Y/SgsHLfXkESI/AAAAAAAAB0A/tJs5ydsEwtg/s400/miniblogger.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335366077530771746" border="0" /></a><br /><br />This is what the weather has been like the last week, I took this photo on Mother's day. Every time I pick up the phone and talk to my family down south, it's flowers blooming this and barbecuing that. Well looks at this! I'm torn between telling them to keep it to themselves, or begging for details, so I can live the warm weather through them.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5Bbu4jVIH5Y/SgsHDmAIOUI/AAAAAAAABz4/ruwx46Ze8AU/s1600-h/snowstorm.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5Bbu4jVIH5Y/SgsHDmAIOUI/AAAAAAAABz4/ruwx46Ze8AU/s400/snowstorm.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335365941872572738" border="0" /></a><br /><br />It's been even harder to get out now because of the baby. Nathan goes to work. I stay at home. I could get out to the store, but it's hard to get the baby all bundled up or even get her in my amauti by myself. If I was determined, it would happen. Really it's just that much easier to stay in my pajamas in the warm house. Though I think for my sanity, I need to get out more. Since it isn't warm here and I had this bathing suit that my mom sent, we did a dress up & pretend we're at the beach day (except I didn't dress up, that would have been silly). Why did my mom send a bathing suit to the arctic you ask? Well it's a 9 month suit, and Ezri is 4 months. She thought it would be perfect for this summer when we come down south. Unfortunately she will be unable to wear it at 9months, perhaps it would fit on of her legs by then. But for the meantime, a photo shoot gave us a good reason to try it on.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Bbu4jVIH5Y/SgsG1BJvdzI/AAAAAAAABzw/GH1fChFrZrI/s1600-h/bathingsuit.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Bbu4jVIH5Y/SgsG1BJvdzI/AAAAAAAABzw/GH1fChFrZrI/s400/bathingsuit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335365691462612786" border="0" /> </a>jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07870234938205295011noreply@blogger.com19tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37383956.post-57133595209646928542009-05-12T11:18:00.004-04:002009-05-12T11:28:39.166-04:00Box Stompin'Well for anyone that thought it was atmospheric pressure that was destroying my food mail (dad), here is finally some clear evidence. I wasn't kidding, the box itself is destroyed also, not just the product inside. Here we finally have clear evidence, two foot prints, one on top of the other. No, it's not a vendetta against me. My neighbours box came completely smashed open also, so much so, my husband described it as "so you could do an entire inventory of everything inside". Nothing was destroyed in the foot stomping box, it was all frozen stuff, so all the products survived. I think I might just cut back on food mail all together, it's really becoming quite a risk. And the prices have really gone up recently. I had a mini heart attack at this weeks bill, and this is coming from a woman who shops in the north. Food prices should rarely scare me these days.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5Bbu4jVIH5Y/SgmTeG93P-I/AAAAAAAABzo/9Vy92QQrVQg/s1600-h/box.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5Bbu4jVIH5Y/SgmTeG93P-I/AAAAAAAABzo/9Vy92QQrVQg/s400/box.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334957379072507874" border="0" /></a>jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07870234938205295011noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37383956.post-19184698776271193602009-05-07T09:09:00.005-04:002009-05-13T15:03:23.823-04:00Nunavummiut's Guide To Online ShoppingHere is another list for all you online shoppers. I have made purchases from most of these places, excluding a few of stores listed under Kids Stuff. Feel free to give your input and add any other sites you shop with in the comments section.<br /><br />If you are an online company searching for new ideas to attract shoppers, what Nunavummiut want most, free shipping. It's simple, ship for free and we will shop.<br /><br />As a general rule, do not get the expedited shipping. It's good for nothing. Shipping will happen on it's own time up north, whether you pay more or not. However, what will effect the speed is where your purchase is coming from. If you're on the Baffin side, things from Ontario will reach you faster then from British Columbia. The estimated shipping times in my list below are most accurate for the Baffin area.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Books</span><br /><br /><a href="http://www.amazon.ca/">Amazon.ca</a><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);">Shipping: </span>Free over $39<br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);">Estimated Time:</span> 2 weeks<br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);">Pros: </span>You don't have to be part of any rewards "club" to get the deals. Their items seem to run slightly cheaper then their competitor.<br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"><span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);">Cons:</span> </span>They do not sell toys like Chapters.<br /><br /><a href="http://www.chapters.indigo.ca/">Chapters</a><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);">Shipping:</span> Free over $39<br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);">Estimated Time:</span> 2 weeks<br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);">Pros: </span>They sell toys.<br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"><span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);">Cons:</span> </span>You have to be part of their "Club" to get the discounts. So not cool.<br /><br />Jen of Nunavut thumbs up goes to Amazon.ca<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Drug Stores</span><br /><a href="http://well.ca/"><br />Well.ca</a><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);">Shipping:</span> FREE!!!! Let me say that again FREE!!!<br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);">Estimated Time:</span> 1 - 3 weeks<br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);">Pros:</span> Super customer service. FREE SHIPPING (listen, this is a big deal in the north!). A wide variety of products. PLUS they actually sell medication unlike London Drugs.<br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);">Cons:</span> Not as many non-medication items sold. For example, items I will have to get at their competitor's site: electric razor.<br /><a href="http://www.londondrugs.com/"><br />London Drugs</a><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);">Shipping:</span> $30 for 4.5Kgs (base, meaning you better get 4.5kgs of stuff to make it worth while)<br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);">Estimated Time:</span> 2 - 6 weeks (seriously 6 weeks, I'm not kidding)<br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);">Pros:</span> This company carries a wide variety of items, food, health items, make-up. Prices are reasonable. They carry seasonable items like Christmas candy & decorations.<br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);">Cons:</span> Their Shipping is definately not great. The worst part is that they call themselves a drug store and they do not sell over the counter medication. They show you that they have it in stock, but you can NOT purchase it online. Buying medication online is a big deal for Nunavummiut, it's not available in most small communities, except with a visit to the health centre.<br /><br />Jen of Nunavut thumbs up goes to Well.ca<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br />Bath & Body</span><br /><br /><a href="http://www.thebodyshop.ca/">The Body shop</a><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);">Shipping:</span> $5 <span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"><br />Estimated Time:</span> 2 - 3 weeks <span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"><br />Pros:</span> They have all kinds of promotions and sales that you can take advantage of. Their products smell heavenly. Great price for shipping items north. <span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"><br />Cons:</span> To shop you have to find the itty bitty text at the bottom of the page that says "Take me shopping". Seriously it should be more prominent then this. Discounts and free items are only taken off your bill at time of charging credit card. Though they do honor these discounts, it does not seem like it at first when checking out, if feels slightly sketchy.<br /><br /><a href="http://www.lush.ca/">Lush</a><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);">Shipping:</span> $8 - $17.50 (2 - 4.5kgs) <span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"><br />Estimated Time:</span> 2-3 weeks <span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"><br />Pros:</span> How do I describe this company other then YUMMY! Website & checkout is user friendly and straight forward. <span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"><br />Cons: </span>Shipping isn't great & they deter you from ordering some "meltable" products in the summer time.<br /><a href="http://www.bathandbodyworks.com/"><span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"><br /></span>Bath & Body Works</a><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);">Shipping:</span> $9.99 - $12.99 (Based on how much you spend) <span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"><br />Estimated Time:</span> 2-3 weeks <span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"><br />Pros:</span> YES, they finally sell online! They sell inexpensive hand soaps and body products.<br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);">Cons: </span>Prices are in US funds. This company has some overwhelming scented products. It might be better to shop for products down south where you can judge a scent before using the online store.<br /><br />Jen of Nunavut thumbs up goes to Body Shop!<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Kids</span> <span style="font-weight: bold;">Stuff</span><br /><a href="http://www.toysrus.ca/"><br />Toys R Us</a><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);">Shipping:</span> Based on weight when shipping north. <span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"><br />Estimated Time:</span> 2 - 3 weeks <span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"><br />Pros:</span> You can get EVERYTHING a kid needs. The best part is that they sell baby furniture, I got a crib sent up with only $40 shipping! <span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"><br />Cons:</span> Shipping seems inconsistent. Add a pack of batteries in with the crib and some how the shipping charge is $50! Balancing purchase & reasonable shipping is a challenge. You might have to tweak your cart to get the best possible purchase/ship result. The American site has way MORE stuff. Don't get confused about which site your on (.ca or .com). You might end up in tears when you can't buy that particular item for that really cheap price.<br /><br /><a href="http://www.gymboree.com/">Gymboree</a><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);">Shipping:</span> $10 - $54 (Based sales, but if your spending $1,400 on baby clothing, you have a problem. More likely you're going to spend $10) <span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"><br />Estimated Time:</span> Unknown (meaning I haven't made a purchase with their online store....yet) <span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"><br />Pros:</span> REALLY FREAKING CUTE KIDS CLOTHING and some kids toys. Their bubbles are of the best bubble quality (Yes, I've tested many bubbles, just like a fine wine). <span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"><br />Cons: </span>Their prices are US and their prices are REALLY FREAKING EXPENSIVE.<br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"><br /></span>Others:<br /><a href="http://www.raspberrykids.com/">Raspberry Kids</a> - I just found this place, shipping is reasonable and there are some totally cute things. If your a mom, you MUST check this Canadian company out!<br /><a href="http://www.scholarschoice.ca/">Scholarschoice</a> - For those kids that like to learn stuff.<br /><a href="https://www.funkymonkeybaby.com/">Funky Monkey</a> - Cute, but overpriced baby attire, toys and doodads. For those fashion obsessed moms. Shipping is overpriced.<br /><br />Jen of Nunavut thumbs up goes to Toys R Us<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Clothing</span><br /><br /><a href="http://www2.victoriassecret.com/">Victoria's Secret</a><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);">Shipping:</span> $14 -24 (Based on Sale) <span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"><br />Estimated Time:</span> 2 - 4 Weeks <span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"><br />Pros:</span> They have a large variety of woman's clothing, in a large variety of sizes. Some good sale items. <span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"><br />Cons:</span> Prices are in US funds, and some of their fashion is questionable 1990's "Fresh Prince" style.<br /><br /><a href="http://www.llbean.com/">L.L. Bean</a><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);">Shipping:</span> $5 - $13 (Based on Sale) <span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"><br />Estimated Time:</span> 3 - 4 weeks <span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"><br />Pros:</span> Sell good quality Men & Woman's clothing, shoes, outdoor gear & Luggage. <span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"><br />Cons: </span>Items are in US Funds and are expensive. Some clothing items are "old lady", no one should ever wear tapered pants, and waste lines shouldn't sit above the belly button. Pant buyer beware.<br /><a href="http://http//www2.marks.com"><br />Mark's Work Wearhouse</a><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);">Shipping:</span> $5<br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);">Estimated Time: </span>2 - 3 weeks<br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);">Pros:</span> Reasonably priced, good quality men and woman's apparel. $5 SHIPPING! Canadian shipped, no duty.<br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);">Cons:</span> They have a serious lack of selection, some times better, especially during the Christmas months.<br /><br />Others:<br /><a href="http://www.ae.com/">American Eagle</a> - Popular, skinny people fashion.<br /><a href="http://www.buycostumes.com/">Buycostume.com</a> - Halloween Costumes.<br /><a href="http://www.eddiebauer.com/">Eddie Bauer</a> - Men & Woman's preppy and expensive fashion.<br /><a href="http://www.lasenza.com/">La Senza</a> - Canadian, lady's pantaloons.<br /><a href="http://www.1-plus.com/">MXM</a> - Bootylicious plus size woman's clothing, Canadian shipped.<br /><br />Jen of Nunavut thumbs up goes to Mark's Work Wearhouse!<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Photo<br /></span><a href="http://www.shutterfly.com/"><span><br />Shutterfly</span></a><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);">Shipping:</span> Depending on item, price increases with each item.<br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);">Estimated Time:</span> 3 - 4 weeks<br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);">Pros:</span> They have a wide variety of Photo products to choose from. They have easy to use layouts when creating photobooks.<br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);">Cons:</span> Their shipping isn't fantastic and prices are in US funds. Their photo books are not nearly as well priced or done as Blurb.com. Their free shipping is a joke by the way, not for Canadians. No, Canadians must pay.<br /><br /><a href="http://www.cafepress.ca/">Cafepress</a><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);">Shipping:</span> Depending on item, price increases with each item.<br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);">Estimated Time:</span> 3 - 4 weeks<br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);">Pros:</span> They have more variety when it comes to photo products then Shutterfly. They have a new Canadian site with Canadian pricing (however I'm not sure if shipping is within Canada or US).<br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);">Cons:</span> You do not know if you are working on an "out of stock" item until you try to add it to your cart. It's a waste of time designing something that you can not buy. Their travel mugs have been out of stock for a while. I also do not like the quality of their ceramic mug printing.<br /><br /><a href="http://www.zazzle.com/">Zazzel</a> - Photo printing on all sorts of items, I found them when Cafepress was out of stock on travel mugs.<br /><a href="http://www.blurb.com/">Blurb</a> - Great price & quality photobooks.<br /><br />Jen of Nunavut thumbs split in the middle Shutterfly & Cafepress, depending on item.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Other</span><br /><br /><a href="http://www.costco.ca/">Costco</a><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);">Shipping:</span> Depending on the item, FREE!<br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"> Estimated Time:</span> 2 - 3 weeks<br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);">Pros:</span> Some large items ship for FREE!!! They have a wide variety of items that you just can't get anywhere else online.<br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);">Cons:</span> You have to be a member to avoid and extra fee at checkout. But really they are amazing so don't even worry about that little extra fee, or just become a member, I did.<br /><br />Costco.ca ALWAYS get's a thumbs up!<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br />Online Shopping to Avoid</span> (I'm not linking. Seriously, don't bother visiting)<br /><br />Canadiantire.ca<br />At the moment I'm not sure exactly what's going on with their website, it doesn't seem like you can purchase anything online. However previously Nunavummiut were excluded COMPLETELY from all shipping deals and promotions. Also when talking with customer service, they had no idea where Nunavut was. Hello your company name is CANADIAN tire, shouldn't you know all of the provinces and territories. Really, there aren't that many.<br /><br />Futurshop.ca<br />SERIOUSLY, who researched your shipping costs? Lets pretend that we are in a big city, somewhere in the middle of southern Ontario. Then lets pretend that we live a sneeze away from one of your stores, as do my parents. Why would you give them the options of ground or air? I'm pretty sure no one is going to fly that single DVD across the street, even if we pay $9.27 versus the $1.99 for ground. Now lets take our journey back to Nunavut. If I want that SAME DVD, I am now paying $31.24. For one DVD? Costco will ship me an entire TV stand for FREE and Futureshop wants $31.24 for one DVD. Forget it. Please, if you need CDs and DVDs shop amazon.ca and you can find a full list of electronics at Costco.jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07870234938205295011noreply@blogger.com27