I am alive. No capsizing. No out of control-ness. In fact, I had fun. And I saw dolphins. Three of 'em.
Blake is a good sailor. We took out a Hunter sailboat and even though Blake doesn't know any sea shanties, we had a good time. Imagine, a sailor not knowing any sea shanties. I'd say there's something lacking in the way the Navy is training its sailors.
I was scared at first, with my traumatic first experience. But after awhile it wasn't scary. Granted, when I took the rudder and main line I was still scared, but by the end of the three hours, I was a lot more willing to learn. I liked being out on the water, seeing the pelicans, dolphins and seagulls.
Then we went grocery shopping at the Commissary.
Then I came home and made some dinner and then made cupcakes. Only problem is, I don't have any confectioners' sugar. So I'm going out for frosting.
A good day.
Sunday, September 28, 2008
I had Yoga and Seafood
Wednesday I took a yoga class on base. Awesome. I always knew I would love yoga, but I was too cheap to pay for class... well, this one's free. yay. It was SO relaxing and I love that feeling of stretching my muscles. The whole gym on base is nice. All of the treadmills and ellipticals have their own tv screens and they overlook the water. Plus it gives me something to do... as I am still looking for a job. Yeah. I'm not discouraged, though.
I do feel kind of bad that I'm not bringing in any money. Blake doesn't care though. Whenever I get down he tells me that we have enough money and it's not a big deal. I love him.
So the Pensacola Seafood Festival... well, it was more festival than seafood. Lots of really awesome craft vendors. The people of Pcola sure like to throw pottery. But the food was mega underwhelming. It was seafood, yes, but it was like county fair quality. So Blake and I left the festival and went to The Fish House, which is awesome all the time. We had the most greatest Key Lime Pie for dessert. Yummmmmmmy.
Today is grocery day and maybe sailing day and just chilling out day.
I do feel kind of bad that I'm not bringing in any money. Blake doesn't care though. Whenever I get down he tells me that we have enough money and it's not a big deal. I love him.
So the Pensacola Seafood Festival... well, it was more festival than seafood. Lots of really awesome craft vendors. The people of Pcola sure like to throw pottery. But the food was mega underwhelming. It was seafood, yes, but it was like county fair quality. So Blake and I left the festival and went to The Fish House, which is awesome all the time. We had the most greatest Key Lime Pie for dessert. Yummmmmmmy.
Today is grocery day and maybe sailing day and just chilling out day.
Monday, September 22, 2008
Panic Attack
Saturday, Blake and I took sailing lessons on base. Truthfully, I didn't want to do it in the first place, but Blake really loves to sail and taking the lesson is the only way to rent a boat from the marina. So I decided that I was going to banish all negative thoughts and just go for it.
Great idea.
My husband is in the Navy, but I am clueless about ships. I know stern and aft and starboard and port. I have never been on a sailboat... until Saturday... when I was expected to sail one.
It was three hours of instruction followed by a little over an hour of sailing. About 30 minutes into the course, I knew I was in trouble. I understood everything the instructor was saying, but I knew that it was not as simple as he made it sound.
So we get the stuff to rig the boat (heavy stuff) and make our way to the beach. I am nervous, but am definitely willing to give this a go and try my hardest. Blake asked if I was ready and I took a deep breath and out into the channel I went. We were supposed to go around two buoys. So I make my way to the last buoy... so far so good. Then I turned and I should have let go of my sail more than I did and I capsized. Awesome. It's not difficult to right the sailboat, it's just physically draining. But right it I did. And luckily Blake was there to get my hat and flip-flops, which were slowly floating their way to Pensacola Bay. But alas, my sunglasses are no more.
The instructor told me to just take a few and then start sailing again. Well. The capsizing was indicative of my ability to sail. I just didn't get it. I still don't. I understood the mechanics, but couldn't apply them. The instructor told me I shouldn't give up and that it's like riding a bike. He was very nice... and towed me back to the beach just in time. Because I was having a panic attack. Seriously. I have never had one before and hope never to have one again.
I was "in irons," which means that my boat was pointing into the wind and I was going nowhere. I couldn't get myself out of irons and because of capsizing, I was exhausted. I knew I wasn't going to learn anything more and I just wanted to go to the beach and feel dry land. Blake kept his boat by me and tried to talk me through getting my boat the right direction, but it wasn't working. I tried to keep my cool, but inside I was FREAKING out. I was kind of... floating away and I waved to the instructor, but he couldn't really talk me through getting my boat the right direction because apparently I had floated into a really crappy situation. Great. Then, he said, "I'll be right back" and he left. No explaination, no reassurances. Good thing Blake was there. Turns out, the instructor had to tow a guy back to the beach who was in a worse situation than me. Anyway, eventually, I did get back on dry land.
Blake kept telling me that no one is great the first time and it only gets easier, the bigger the sailboat. But I know I'm not cut out to sail. I will make a great passenger. Blake is the sailor.
Then we went to the beach on base. That was fun. Even though the beach was technically closed for the season and swimming was "not advised," the water was great. I only waded in anyway. It was super fun. Pensacola has the best sand ever. It's so soft and white and beautiful. Hanging out at the beach all afternoon was nice and relaxing after my sailing ordeal.
Then we came home, cleaned up and went to KFC. Blake felt bad about my sailing experience.
All in all, I don't like sailing. I do like the beach. And I have a great husband.
And my upper legs got burnt. And the backs of my legs. But that's all. Weird.
Great idea.
My husband is in the Navy, but I am clueless about ships. I know stern and aft and starboard and port. I have never been on a sailboat... until Saturday... when I was expected to sail one.
It was three hours of instruction followed by a little over an hour of sailing. About 30 minutes into the course, I knew I was in trouble. I understood everything the instructor was saying, but I knew that it was not as simple as he made it sound.
So we get the stuff to rig the boat (heavy stuff) and make our way to the beach. I am nervous, but am definitely willing to give this a go and try my hardest. Blake asked if I was ready and I took a deep breath and out into the channel I went. We were supposed to go around two buoys. So I make my way to the last buoy... so far so good. Then I turned and I should have let go of my sail more than I did and I capsized. Awesome. It's not difficult to right the sailboat, it's just physically draining. But right it I did. And luckily Blake was there to get my hat and flip-flops, which were slowly floating their way to Pensacola Bay. But alas, my sunglasses are no more.
The instructor told me to just take a few and then start sailing again. Well. The capsizing was indicative of my ability to sail. I just didn't get it. I still don't. I understood the mechanics, but couldn't apply them. The instructor told me I shouldn't give up and that it's like riding a bike. He was very nice... and towed me back to the beach just in time. Because I was having a panic attack. Seriously. I have never had one before and hope never to have one again.
I was "in irons," which means that my boat was pointing into the wind and I was going nowhere. I couldn't get myself out of irons and because of capsizing, I was exhausted. I knew I wasn't going to learn anything more and I just wanted to go to the beach and feel dry land. Blake kept his boat by me and tried to talk me through getting my boat the right direction, but it wasn't working. I tried to keep my cool, but inside I was FREAKING out. I was kind of... floating away and I waved to the instructor, but he couldn't really talk me through getting my boat the right direction because apparently I had floated into a really crappy situation. Great. Then, he said, "I'll be right back" and he left. No explaination, no reassurances. Good thing Blake was there. Turns out, the instructor had to tow a guy back to the beach who was in a worse situation than me. Anyway, eventually, I did get back on dry land.
Blake kept telling me that no one is great the first time and it only gets easier, the bigger the sailboat. But I know I'm not cut out to sail. I will make a great passenger. Blake is the sailor.
Then we went to the beach on base. That was fun. Even though the beach was technically closed for the season and swimming was "not advised," the water was great. I only waded in anyway. It was super fun. Pensacola has the best sand ever. It's so soft and white and beautiful. Hanging out at the beach all afternoon was nice and relaxing after my sailing ordeal.
Then we came home, cleaned up and went to KFC. Blake felt bad about my sailing experience.
All in all, I don't like sailing. I do like the beach. And I have a great husband.
And my upper legs got burnt. And the backs of my legs. But that's all. Weird.
Wednesday, September 17, 2008
Another sick
Man, let me tell you... today I became sick again. My immune system is kind of like a time machine. It would be awesome if it worked, but it doesn't. Speaking of, do you remember the time machine in Napoleon Dynamite? ha. That movie was funny when I saw it. Now, the only thing about it of any use to me is when I want Blake to do something or vice versa, I'll yell "Tina, you fat lard, come get some dinner! Come eat some ham!"
Sunday, September 14, 2008
My life was boring
Long time, no blog. But I can give you a quick recap of what I did between then and now.
-sun and humidity
-pool
-shopping
-food
-hurricane watches, but no hurricanes
And then, last Sunday, my life became lots better. Blake drove down. He got his orders changed and didn't tell me. Instead, he surprised me by just showing up last Sunday. I was in the bedroom and there was a knock at the front door. I heard Ryan open it and he said there was a package for me. I said, "On a Sunday?" And there was Blake with flowers and chocolates. Good man. He was just getting over a cold, but it was amazing to have him with me again. So for a couple days, Blake and I were just happy being together. Then, I got his sickness. He probably gave it to me with the first kiss on Sunday. So I've spent the last three days laying in bed, sick sick sick. But now I'm better.
Even though I was sick, we went couch shopping yesterday. It was our third time shopping. We had to save up money, but mostly... we're just picky. Blake had to have a reclining couch. He wouldn't even consider a regular one, which left me kind of miffed. I like clean lines and usually, reclining sofas are big, wrinkly and ugly as sin. He also only likes leather and suede-esque materials. (And he told me I was the picky one) So I compromised. We got a sofa and a love seat. Between the military discount and the sale last weekend, we saved $300. I can't wait to sit in them. It will seem more like a home.
Next up, a dining table. Which I hope to have before Thanksgiving. Who wants to eat turkey and pie off of a card table?
-sun and humidity
-pool
-shopping
-food
-hurricane watches, but no hurricanes
And then, last Sunday, my life became lots better. Blake drove down. He got his orders changed and didn't tell me. Instead, he surprised me by just showing up last Sunday. I was in the bedroom and there was a knock at the front door. I heard Ryan open it and he said there was a package for me. I said, "On a Sunday?" And there was Blake with flowers and chocolates. Good man. He was just getting over a cold, but it was amazing to have him with me again. So for a couple days, Blake and I were just happy being together. Then, I got his sickness. He probably gave it to me with the first kiss on Sunday. So I've spent the last three days laying in bed, sick sick sick. But now I'm better.
Even though I was sick, we went couch shopping yesterday. It was our third time shopping. We had to save up money, but mostly... we're just picky. Blake had to have a reclining couch. He wouldn't even consider a regular one, which left me kind of miffed. I like clean lines and usually, reclining sofas are big, wrinkly and ugly as sin. He also only likes leather and suede-esque materials. (And he told me I was the picky one) So I compromised. We got a sofa and a love seat. Between the military discount and the sale last weekend, we saved $300. I can't wait to sit in them. It will seem more like a home.
Next up, a dining table. Which I hope to have before Thanksgiving. Who wants to eat turkey and pie off of a card table?
Monday, September 1, 2008
Vividly
I always dream vividly. I remember smells, tastes, touches and little details. Most of the time, it's a wonderful thing. It's like having a second world or getting a new, random movie every night. Sometimes, though, it's detrimental to my mental health. Like the time I had a dream that Blake cheated on me and I woke up and was kind of mad at him.
Well last night I had another disturbing dream. Not a nightmare, but... hard to explain without going into details, but let's just say it isn't the kind of dream you share with anyone. ever. And it's put my whole day off kilter. I try not to think about it, which makes me think about it more, which makes me feel really awkward. I don't know... I'm weird.
Well last night I had another disturbing dream. Not a nightmare, but... hard to explain without going into details, but let's just say it isn't the kind of dream you share with anyone. ever. And it's put my whole day off kilter. I try not to think about it, which makes me think about it more, which makes me feel really awkward. I don't know... I'm weird.
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