Okay, so like I mentioned, I haven’t been writing a lot lately (um, at all) because I’ve been kind of down. Oh, okay, REALLY down. Down in the depths of personal hell down. I was totally convinced Alaska does not want me here. A lot of unpleasant things have happened since I stepped foot off the plane over a year ago. It would seem that any (ad)venture I have thrown myself into has violently churned me up and spit me out. I certainly don’t use the word FAIL lightly but I think that would be a good, all-encompassing term for my chosen endeavors and ideas. To be quite blunt, I felt like a mega loser who Alaska was out to get. I honestly felt that Alaska hated me.
The great thing about my time in Alaska (yes, there are good things…wait for it….wait) is all the chances I’ve had to meet great people. People who listen to me, don’t call me crazy, and actually attempt to bring me out of my wallowing self pity in a loving and hilarious way. Enter Jules & Sarah. Both of whom I met at my job. They are consistently the bright spots in my work day. Basically, if they didn’t work there, I wouldn’t be able to get up in the morning and slog to work. Money is not enough of a motivator, even though we have dangled over the precipice of poverty quite often since moving here.
Sarah and Jules are my arm pool floaties (water wings, you know you love them). I can swim on my own, but it’s nice to have a back-up safety float to assist me when I get really really really freaking tired of life. They are helpful and kind and hilarious all at the same time. Which is quite an excellent combination.
I complained this past week to them about Alaska hating me. They both immediately disregarded this idea by introducing concrete evidence of the contrary: “If Alaska hated you, why would it have deposited us on your doorstep?” And the very logical: “Uh, Alaska is the Last Frontier. It’s hard to live here, even though we aren’t pioneers anymore.” Well put.
And, to combat the bad Alaskan energy that I feel, they have lovingly created a Good Juju Attractor: Larry.
He is an amazing blinged and pimped out lawn flamingo. He is so cool that even his ass has a face. That’s Moe.
He is wearing Alice in Wonderland flip flops, beads, a glam high-heel, money, a jelly-bean pooping cow, a Vietnamese nut, a Star of David, an assortment of my favorite animals and things culinary, and a PIMP HAT. Larry (and Moe) represents a lot of things. He’s like a tricked out alter of the good wishes that these amazing people want for me, and of the good parts they recognize in me. I totally get it. Larry is mine to add bits and pieces to, and Larry has parts that once belonged to Sarah and Jules in other happy parts of their lives. What a good way to pass on good energy and make a good energy magnet–giving another person symbols of the happiness you have experienced. And it was easy to see how how much fun they had creating Larry! I think I was already experiencing the power of Larry; they brought him to life yesterday and I had an EXCELLENT day yesterday with Ryan and the dogs. Coincidence? Hardly.
Hopefully Larry will be my resident good vibes magnet. Although, Sarah and Jules are two pretty powerful magnets themselves. I mean that as the highest compliment. Thanks, Jules and Sarah!
