Sunday, January 17, 2010

Captain for a Day

Ok, technically, I wasn't exactly the captain...but I did have the chance to spend some time on Steve's boat, the Nevada. And I did sit in the captain's chair, even though Steve had a momentary panic attack. Come on, when am I ever going to have the opportunity to sit in the captain's chair again? Oddly, I didn't feel powerful or in control of a 17 ton boat (is that right? or is it 17,000 tons? really don't know), probably because there weren't any worker-bees prepared to do my bidding, oh, and of course the fact that it's tied to a pier. Right. Can't forget that. I was enormously impressed by the sheer size, first of all, and then of course the fact that even though it is gargantuan, each person only gets a tiny little bed and a cubby for all their stuff. Remember your locker in high school? (If you had a full one, divide that in half) Yeah, that's about the amount of storage space allotted to each person. For three months. What would you put in your 3x1x2 cubby?

We were even able to have dinner on the sub, which was pretty good. The chefs gave us a little tour of the kitchen, and believe it or not, it's about the same size as mine. I was shocked. When the boat is underway, there's about 180 people on board, eating four times a day. (The fourth meal, between dinner and breakfast, is called "midrats.") How these chefs manage to feed all those people with so little space is unfathomable to me. For our meal, there was lasagna, garlic bread, salad and angel food cake for dessert. The chefs did a great job, and the lasagna was yummy. I tried to share my piece of cake, but I ate it before anyone else could get a bite. Oops.

Seeing the boat was an opportunity of a lifetime, and I'm so glad I didn't pass it up. It was so special, getting to see where Steve spends the majority of his time, and I've got some good ideas of what to send with him the next time he goes out to sea.

Friday, January 8, 2010

Virgin Post

So...this whole blogging thing is new to me, but might be fun. New year, new challenge, right? Might as well give it a go. Plus it will give our friends and family an opportunity to keep up with us without actually talking to us. Isn't that the point of this information age? To know as much as you can about your acquaintances with minimal face to face interaction? :-) Just kidding. Seriously, though, maybe you will learn something new about us. At the very least, I hope you'll be entertained. (That is, if I keep up with this...) I sincerely doubt that Steve will ever blog; if he does I might have to keel over in shock.

Since this is blog numero uno, here's a brief update on our current life: Steve and I have been married about four years, and we are currently living in Port Orchard, WA. Steve is stationed on the Nevada, which is undergoing an overhaul in Bremerton, but will eventually move back to Bangor. Steve loves his job, and wishes he could spend the night because it's so much fun. Oh...wait...he does spend the could I forget? He'd also really like to work on the weekends; he says it smells so nice, he doesn't want to be anywhere else. Oh...right...he does work weekends. So yeah, Steve works a lot, so we make the most of our limited time together. At the moment, we are watching back episodes of Lost on Hulu. Ah, the bonding that can happen over an episode of 50 people stranded on an island. Good times. I'm working as the Credit Assistant for an oil company in Tacoma, which is a bit of a drive, but I don't mind. I actually really enjoy my job, aside from people yelling at me. That part sucks. But I get to carry around a box cutter with my thugs and demand that people give me money. What could be better? (FYI, that was a joke. Please don't tell the police I use a box cutter as a weapon.) I'm also in rehearsals for a show in Poulsbo, during which I get to speak in a Welsh accent. Yup. I'm from Wales. It's cool.

Steve and I have a wonderful dog named Kenai; we found him on Craigslist last year. We had a bunch of people over for Christmas and he didn't pee once. I was so proud. Huge accomplishment for the little guy.

That's us in a nutshell...a Brazil nutshell...which is actually a seed, masquerading as a nut.