25 Random Things About Me

I got tagged on Facebook.

I decided to play along for a change and write up this list… which turned out to be more fun than I expected.

So here it is:

1. I ignore almost 100% of chain emails and messages (this is the first one I have ever responded to!)… and won’t be offended if you don’t respond back.

2. I have a tattoo: a celtic spiral on my right hip.

3. I have quite a sweet tooth… and the cavities and crowns to prove it.

4. I worked for 4 summers in a salmon cannery in Bristol Bay, Alaska.

5. I think it is valuable to have worked such a crappy job… it’s a great base-line comparison for the rest of my life.

6. Working at that cannery made waitressing on Lanai seem like heaven!

7. My best job ever was a volunteer dog mushing gig in Denali National Park.

8. I met my husband scooping poop at the Denali Park Kennels.

9. We lived several years in a 16′ x 18′ single room cabin, without electricity, running water or telephone.

10. In winter and spring, the closest we could park was 2 miles away, so we’d ski, skijor or hike in & out.

11. I really loved living in that cabin, and never minded using the outhouse, even in negative 40F weather.

12. I was pretty clutzy growing up, and spilled my milk at the dinner table nearly every night until I was about 14.

13. I am fluent in German, having lived a year (after high school, before college) on exchange in southern Germany.

14. I lived there on a bio-dynamic turkey farm, and learned how to clean turkey stomachs with the best of them!

15. I can say: “hello”, “beautiful”, “delicious” and “thank you” in Thai, having traveled there alone for two months one winter.

16. While in Thailand, I attended a meditation retreat, where I didn’t read, write or speak for the entire 10 days.

17. I can say: “hello”, “beloved”, “hurry up!”, and “I don’t like you, you’re ugly” in Tagalog, which I learned from a sweet little fillipina grandmother at the salmon cannery.

18. I studied Italian one year in college, but the only phrase I remember is: “I studied Italian in college, but I don’t remember what I learned.”

19. When I was in the 5th grade, I had to take speech therapy classes, because I was talking too fast.

20. I am an avid hockey nut: I play about 6-8 hours a week, and am a vociferous, loyal fan of the Dartmouth Women’s Hockey team.

21. I’m not much into regular girl things, like clothes, make-up or fancy hair, but I do like to paint my toenails in the summer.

22. Despite being a bit of a tomboy, I make half my living as a fiber-artist, knitting, felting, sewing and embroidering warm winter hats.

23. I don’t have to look while knitting, and enjoy spectator activities (concerts, hockey games, movies) best if I am knitting at the same time.

24. I love old-time banjo music, and really only tolerate bluegrass.

25. I was adopted as a baby, and have recently been reunited with my birth father and his family… I finally look like somebody else! πŸ˜‰

Dog mushing in Denali Park.

Dog mushing in Denali Park.

Skijoring with Pippi.

Skijoring with Pippi.

In front of our little cabin, with my brother Tim, nephew Chad, and sweet husband, Andy.

In front of our little cabin, with my brother Tim, nephew Chad, and sweet husband, Andy.

Dry Creek, Alaska. You can just make out the roof of our cabin in the spruce trees below that gravel bluff.

Dry Creek, Alaska. You can just make out the roof of our cabin in the spruce trees below that gravel bluff.

Knitting at a Laura Cortese concert.

Knitting at a Laura Cortese concert.

Knitting at Grey Fox Bluegrass Festival.

Knitting at Grey Fox Bluegrass Festival.

Knitting between hockey games.

Knitting between hockey games.

Some of my felt hats.

Some of my felt hats.

I bake a mean strawberry rhubarb pie.

I bake a mean strawberry rhubarb pie.


Me & my Labradad!

Me & my Labradad!

Hockey: The Best Grief Therapy $10 Can Buy

I’ve had a hard time of it since my Mom died in August.

It’s been hard to continue making hats, which was terrible timing, since autumn and the holidays are my busiest hat season.

Honestly, for a while there, it was hard just to get up and face the day.

Thank goodness for hockey!

Not only does it provide fantastic exercise, and much needed endorphins, but the singular focus of chasing that little black puck around and hitting it with a stick is pure bliss.

Nothing in my head for a whole hour but hockey! No room for grief. No room to feel sorry for myself. Just hockey.

For my money, it’s the best grief therapy around. I highly recommend it!

(That’s me in the yellow helmet, by the way…)

Spring Fever vs. Hockey Fever

Spring crocus flowers bloom in the garden of fiber artist, Carrie Cahill Mulligan, in Canaan, New Hampshire.

Well, after the second snowiest winter in New Hampshire history, spring seems finally to have sprung in Canaan, as evidenced by the lovely crocuses in front of our house.

You’d think I’d be over the moon, as nearly everyone here is, ready for all the fun of warmer weather.

The truth is, I am entirely torn. Because warmer weather brings the end of hockey season for me, and this winter I have played the best hockey of my life.

Fiber artist, Carrie Cahill Mulligan, of Canaan, New Hampshire, skates after the puck at Thompson Arena, during the intramural women's hockey championship game this winter at Dartmouth College, in Hanover, NH.

That’s me in the yellow helmet, playing in the women’s intramural hockey championship match at Dartmouth’s Thompson Arena last month…

And there I am, moments later, just after scoring a goal (something quite unusual for me, as I generally play defense…)!

Despite being born in Canada, I didn’t learn to play hockey until I turned 30 and was living in Healy, Alaska.

So I reckon I am making up for lost time… I have 5 hockey games in the next 5 days, and then the ice goes away for the summer.

If I seem a bit down, despite the sunny weather, you’ll know that hockey fever just won’t let me be…
Fiber artist, Carrie Cahill Mulligan, of Canaan, New Hampshire, celebrates after scoring a goal at Thompson Arena, during the intermural women's hockey championship game this winter at Dartmouth College, in Hanover, NH.