FIRE CONTEST WINNERS!

OK, we entered everyone's names into a random generator and here's what we came up with for the winners. :) If you have an email or address on file, we'll be contacting you first thing Monday morning. (AK time!)

THANK YOU TO ALL WHO donated both monetarily and with items! We have just about $3,000 for the families! Awesome.

Deluxe handmade Knife By Siksu's Knives – Greg Louden
Atikluk – zippered – Laurie Parker

Atikluk – pullover womens – Eva Harvey
Birch Bark Basket - Jill Meyer
Mukluk Keychain handsewn – Denise Row
Mitten Keychain Handsewn – Kathleen Barker
2 jars of homemade Jams – B. Self
2 jars of homemade Jams – Greg Louden
2 jars of homemade Fireweed Jelly – Duncan Campbell
An Ivory Seal Necklace – Daisy Lambert
Three Fillets of Kenai Red Salmon – Karen Bendler
Three Packages Alaskan Halibut – Sally Loprinzi
Matted Photos - James Parente

Matted Photo – Deb Billingsley

Matted Photo – Gary & Elizabeth Alkire
Handmade (Beaded) Earrings - Valarie Brown

Handmade (Beaded) Earrings – Greg Louden

Handmade (Beaded) Earrings – Sally Loprinzi

Handmade (Beaded) Earrings – Ida Ballot

Handmade (Beaded) Earrings – B. Self

Walrus Ivory Earrings – Jill Meyer
Atikluk Apron – David Holthouse
Gift Certificate from Margie's Materials – Karen Bendler
Grass Handweaved Basket - Margaret Lawler
Swan Antler Carving – Jackalyn Riggs

Beaded necklace and earring set – Patty Frawley

Kitchen towel set – J.A. Siglin

Towel set – Denise Lachowsky

Towel set – Susan Sharbaugh

Towel set – Susan Severston

Crochet potholders – Rachel Lockwood

Crochet table doily – J.A. Siglin

Crochet table doily – Constance Steeples

Ivory Face Earrings – J. A. Siglin

Scarf – Sam Towarak

Scarf – Daisy Lambert

Scarf – Leslie Parrish

Scarf – Rodney Keeland

Baby Blanket – Lorraine Bartlett

2 salmon fillets – Chester Ballot

Seal skin slippers – Elizabeth Moses

Alaska Airlines Ticket – (OTZ-ANC) – Aggie Jack

On Bringing up a PERFECT teenager...

I know....I'm a great mom! Right?



I mean, how else could I have a perfect kid? He doesn't argue back, he does what he's told. He asks once. He doesn't question me.



Either I'm a perfect mom with a perfect kid, or else he's TERRIFIED of me.



For real. I think he's probably terrified of me. But, shoot I would be terrified of me too.



I have an evil eye that could MAKE. YOU. CRY!



Seriously. Momma'll take care of that. What babe? So-and-so is teasing you about being smart? Momma'll take care of that with her EVIL EYE!



Today my son is THIRTEEN years old.



My boy, born with a serious mullet and a conehead. He cried possibly three minutes and then he was content! See, perfect from birth.



He could walk at 9 momths, he could talk full sentences at 18 months. (IT WAS WEIRD I tell ya!) He could hold a conversation with an adult BEFORE he turned two. Sheesh. My perfect talker.



He also had sleep apnea and was hooked up to a machine from about 18 months until he turned three and he could have surgery. His surgery was supposed to be an hour, but lasted three. He woke up crying softly asking for momma. When I came up to him, he said to me in a perfect throaty voice, "Momma, they're trying to make me eat pudding. I want a cheeseburger."



We have A LOT of video from when he was growing up. My mom and dad's ONLY boy, and their FIRST grandchild, can you imagine how much video we have of him.



He was perfect. He never cried. He played quietly. He built age 12+ legos when he was three. He smiled a lot and was scared of puppies. He ran with the punches. My perfect toddler.



My baby. For a long time it was just my baby and me. He ate Top Ramen with me when we were broke. He walked with me to the sitter in the middle of winter when we didn't have a ride. He lived in low-income housing with me and slept with me on my childhood twin sized bed. My perfect sleeper.



He spoke Inupiaq and English, he Eskimo danced and watched Ren & Stimpy. He owned three guns before he was three. He knew exactly how to clean them and take care of them and shoot animals. My perfect Hunter.







He attended an Inupiaq Immersion school, then a Christian school, then skipped the 4th grade when he finally went to the Public School. He's still in AP classes. My perfect student.



He takes care of his sister and protects her and lets her crawl into bed with him. He feeds her breakfast and makes sure she did her homework and gives a great stink eye to kids who bother her on the playground. My perfect older brother.



When I flip a lid (because I've been known to do that) and yell at someone to "Clean the KITCHEN right now, I didn't work all day to come home to a dirty kitchen" and leave, I come home to see him washing dishes by hand. When he runs out of socks, he puts them in the washer and I frequently find all my socks and the other kids socks and Dean's socks washed and dried. My perfect cleaner.







When I come home from work, he asks quietly if he can play out/go hunting/go for a bike ride and I say yes, he gives me the sweetest smirky smile and says, "Thanks mom." My perfect son.







So, Happy birthday Koy. I know I'm not perfect, but so far in life, YOU ARE.

Better than crack...

So, late last night, I enjoyed some great company in the form of some beautiful Eskimo friends.

We laughed and laughed, ate homemade doughnuts with Maple frosting, Moose Jerky and drank Tilaqait, and simply enjoyed each other's company.



They told me I was so cute and innocent! WHAT?!

Seriously.

So, I am here to show you that I AM so in fact, addicted to something. I mean, its not Crack, or like Angel Dust or anything...or even Weed. Or whatever any of those other drugs are. (Come ON, I'm from NORTHERN ALASKA...and I led a VERY sheltered life!)

It's Facebook.



Gosh, I can't get enough! I'm on it at home all night when I'm there...I'm on it at work (and technically speaking, its a VERY great avenue for Shareholder Communications, so I am seriously justifying it, because that IS my job...shareholder communication, and where else do you think I get all these GREAT photos for!? Yeah...facebook!) I am thinking about what my cool snappy status will say all day long!

I have found family and friends I didn't even know I had! Its like Blogging on crack in real-time!

I just love me some facebook!

I mean I'm just enriching my relationships right?! I know, its SO bad to sit here all day and wait for Tia in Anchorage and Laura in Virginia to comment on my status so I can talk back to them! But I do it anyway. Cause it makes me happy. And I'm addicted.

Hello, my name is Maija. And I am a Facebook Addict. I need treatment.

BUT, I think this weekend me and the LADIES are going to run away to camp to hang out and de-technology ourselves. And use honey buckets. And make sourdough hotcakes. And haul water. And take a sauna. Aaahhh...my own sort of intervention!

And in Kotzebue, AK...the snow is STICKING. Ugh. Here we come winter. A PERFECT time to shell up and change my status seventeen times throughout the day! RIGHT?!

Hallelujah...

I knew I lived in a world that cared. I don't really care to watch awful things on television. I don't like to watch people get hurt (like on that show "Scarred..." Can't watch it.)

Don't get me wrong, if something's funny, and NO one is hurt, I'll laugh. I might even blog about it. Especially if its Cathy! haha.



Anyway, I spent the weekend at camp with my grandmother. We talked and talked. She cried, I cried. She laughed, I laughed. We took a sauna. We picked berries. She made hotcakes and Tinguliks and Bible and Heart and Tongue and Moose Nose. We hung like the buds we are.

Dean went hunting, and met up with some of the coolest people on earth...Raymond and Agnes.



When Koy and I couldn't get across because of the large waves, Raymond came to get us. He drove the boat in the PITCH blackness across the sound, in the OCEAN, to camp. Pitch Black Seriously. I told my Aana and she said that Raymond's Dad was like that too. That his name, Raymond, Jr. is a well fitting name.



They caught caribou and a huge moose. It was just a simply grand time. Perfect.

We came home with 2 caribou, 1 moose, 17 gallons of blackberries, and 9 1/2 gallons of Cranberries. I'd say it was a successful trip!

THEN, I came home and checked the mail yesterday to find twelve letters, addressed to "Kotzebue House Fires C/O Maija Lukin." In them? ONE THOUSAND dollars in checks and cash. A THOUSAND dollars for the people who lost their homes. THEN, I checked the Paypal account, and in it was $2,165. That's THREE THOUSAND dollars that YOU all have donated for these families.



I know three thousand dollars is not going to get their houses back, but THANK YOU from the bottom of my heart. Thank you all so much. No talk about high gas prices, no talk about how difficult life is. Just people helping people. Like all of humanity should.



P.S. In Kotzebue, AK, its SNOWING. :) Happy Winter people!

Typical day at camp...

Yesterday, I was unavoidably absent from my ever persistent FaceBook and Blog. Why? Cause I was resetting my internal technology laced body with some much needed TLC.

And by TLC, I'm not talking about a BABY STORY marathon. I'm talking about being stuck at Sisualik. My other home.

Jon and Eric flew Nugent and I to Sisualik in our plane, Stubbs. Upon takeoff, Noodge, being the loving and maija-like dog he is, THREW up in the back seat, next to Eric. I laughed cause it sorta smelled like dirty cat food. And besides, I was too nervous to think of Dog Puke to focus on that.

Dean and Koy picked us up in my native charriot and brought me to the house.

We immediately started on the two caribou Koy and Dean got because there was a black bear lurking in the depths of the tundra waiting for us to leave them out. After cutting the caribou by the light of the moon (and a few headlamps) we headed inside for some much needed unwinding...with books, looking out the picture window.

By the light of my 21st birthday present from my dad, I was able to read about three quarters of the book. I super duper enjoy reading by the light of lanterns and propane lights. Its just so comforting.

I also love watching the Fire Channel. It crackles and is offered in full surround sound. But better than that, you can actually FEEL the heat coming off it enveloping your wool sock laden feet.

And pretty much just look out the window at your inisaqs to make sure no bears are eating your meat!

Sleeping at the camp house is blissful. The cool air coming from the ground up mixing with the heat above. You always, and I reiterate, ALWAYS have a good night's sleep at camp. Even Dean, my perpetual snorer, sleeps well, sans snoring!

Morning time at camp is the same as it has been since the original house was built in the late 60's. Sourdough pancakes, mushaq (cream of wheat or oatmeal), and camp coffee.

And why change something that's perfect?!

Kids spend their days lounging around, reading, getting into mischief, or hunting squirrels with a bat and a .22.

Dean cuts wood and both him and Koy chop it for Aana's house, Mom's house and the Sauna.

Me? I'm berry picking in the late fall. There's nothing better to do for four hours then pick berries with your Aana. Its a time I can reflect on life, think about things, and just plain relax. If bending over for hours at a time doesn't get to you that is! (I'm used to it, so I'm good!)

Pretty much, days at camp seem lazy and serene, because of how relaxing it really is. Hauling water and chopping wood, putting 24 gallons of berries away (17 black and 7 cran), cutting and hanging meat, don't seem like chores.

It's all relative you know!?

Here's to people's different views of camp. As for me, If you need me, I'll be back out there this weekend.

PS, I found this "pile" of stuff in the kids play corner of the house. If you look closely, you can see the following:

Ring Bling
Broken Shells
Lego parts
.22 shell
Crab Shell
driftwood
rock with a hole in it

This is what kids "play" with. Although I don't know why the .22 shell is there, other than that it was just there. Hmm...

The time has come...

A long long time ago I wrote a story about the "CAMO CLAN" invading Kotzebue with their gun cases and game bags and Cabelas poster child gear.



The time has come again. Theyyyyy'rrrreee BAAAAAaaaAAAck.

Kotzebue is just a little, itty bitty town in northwest Alaska with two grocery stores (one large chain, one locally owned) no fast food chains, and bordering on the line of insanity, NOTHING to do! Oh...but I'm wrong.



Apparently it's the wish and dream of many a men (and women) to come to Kotzebue to hunt the famed Western Arctic Caribou Herd. With the big bulls and the enormous numbers (400,000 last count) people flock from around the WORLD for their chance at a big bull.

I just researched (Googled) the WACH Hunting trips, both guided and transported, and HOLY CRAP DO YOU PEOPLE ACTUALLY PAY THAT MUCH TO COME UP HERE?!??!??? What is WRONG with you!? Seriously. And these guys are not EVEN FROM HERE. They're lazy fools living in New Mexico who rape and pillage the system to get you to come to Alaska to "experience the hunt." You're not even SUPPORTING the locals. No wonder people dislike when its Camo Clan Time.



Wouldn't it be much, MUCH better if you could hang with locals, stay at locals houses, use their boats/planes/4-wheelers, for a FRACTION of the price?! Last week, Dean's cousin came up and shot his first caribou. Literally got on the flight in the morning from Anchorage, left a few hours later, camped over night in the Arctic Oven shot a bou, and came back home, only to gut and cut and leave the next day!



We are not monitored by state and federal officers, because I am an Alaska Native, from this region. We (and by we, I mean my husband, family and I AND WHOEVER we take out) can hunt on all the native owned lands. (Not the allotments, there are other rules, but I'm not getting into them) Sheesh. We have a guy visiting us, who brought groceries, game bags and is purchasing gas, so we can take him out, get him a caribou and get us some too.

You scratch our back, we'll scratch yours.



And QUIT SPENDING THAT MUCH MONEY ON a trip that WON'T guarantee you the Caribou you want. Sheesh.

I'll get off my high horse now. As my husband and friend relax at the cabin waiting for the herd to walk through.

I LOooOOOoOOOoOOve my people...

Technically I am half white (Finnish, but lets not discriminate, I'll claim EUROPEAN) and half Inupiaq (Eskimo), and my son is a little of this and that. My half, and a little Hispanic and a little African-American and a little more Inupiaq. And, my husband is a little Canadian and a little Russian. And my daughter is a little Korean (Asian) and a little Indian and a little Hawaiian, and more Inupiaq. My dad considers himself a "child of the world" as they lived in Finland, Iran, Turkey, Colorado, and Alaska, and I'm his child, so that makes ME a "child of the world," right?

So, really... that pretty much covers everyone right?! (Dang it...except Australians. I don't know how to include y'all, but I just think the way you talk is cool, so I'm TOTALLY claiming you!)

And now for some MORE prizes...

Ivory Earrings, very cool.

I just love everyone!

Thank you for your humungous, Gigantic, EXCEPTIONAL amount of support! I was very mistaken when I said that I love living in my community, meaning the town and region that I am living in now. I was so, so wrong. I apologize.


Warm Scarves...winter is a-coming!

Why was I wrong?! Because (Thanks TOM) "the concept of "community" isn't geographical. I may live in New York but some of my neighbors live in Alaska and when a tragedy like this strikes we should all pull together. I only wish I could give more."


Baby blanket. Cotton and Fleece.

People from all walks of life have given.

I read (and CRIED, and CRIED) about a blogger who donated in the midst of her own tragedy. Losing her beloved husband only weeks prior, raising a 2 year old and a new baby on the way, living in a small rural village, and no one to take care of her. She took care of the funeral expenses, the traditional practices and everything, BUT SHE STILL GAVE to our friends, our neighbors, our townfolk.


Beaded Earrings

I read about a lady who was diabled, who was feeling a bit sorry for herself, but after reading the post, "hobbled her way" to the post office to donate $100! HOBBLED. A DISABLED PERSON!


White Zip-up Kuspuk (atikluk)

I am so humbled and grateful for everyone who has taken the time to read, forward and of course, GIVE to our own.


Here is the REAL Swan Antler. Very cool. I put my pen next to it, so you could see how grand it really is!

Tom, you were right. Community isn't geographical at all. We all live in this world together. Thank you for showing me that we always take care of our own.