Eaten By Polar Bears

Hey Everyone,

I know it's been an inexcusable amount of time between this post and our last, but in our defense the title of this post is far more exciting than anything that's happened here in the last couple of weeks. There have been a few funny moments, like when Colleen got spammed by Jahova witnesses. I don't mean email spam either. This was a letter, painstakingly hand-written with fine cursive lettering attempting to persuade us to enlighten ourselves. Turns out that even Inukjuak isn't far enough away to escape the wrath of Jahova.

Instead of writing at length about nothing, I'm going to opt for an efficient point form list of things that have been happening up here:

1. Got new clock radio to wake up with. Fear of missing school due to power outage is abated.
   
   
2. Woke up to that good old Inuit classic "The Bad Touch" by the Bloodhound gang. I sure hope all the elders were still asleep.
   
   
3. Went to have shower only to discover that our water pipe had frozen. I don't understand how this could happen. It's only -55 with the windchill outside.
   
   
4. Write down some important dates so I don't forget them:
   55 - The number of teaching days left in the school year.
   17 - Days until Colleen's parents arrive, take a look around, come to their senses and
   promptly leave again.
   19 - Days until I find out which schools rejected me for teacher's College.
   21 - Days until I have a near death experience for forgetting Colleen's birthday (Sonja, for
   the love of everything good and holly CALL ME to remind me).
   141 - Days to loose my Christmas weight and look good in a tux (Oh yeah, and remember
   to say Yes).
   96 - Days until we fly back to civilization and milk some cows.
   1 - Days until I forget about Colleen's birthday again.
   
   
5. Beg friends and relatives to send us wedding song ideas in a public forum, like a blog. This one one will do.
   

As you can see, things have been relatively same old, same old. We're still keeping active, having a great time with friends, looking forward to St. Patrick's day and, of course, dreaming of warmer weather.

Till next time, peace out homies,

Markus