Jaime's So Called Life

So it's been awhile since I've last blogged. It's been so long that I literally almost forgot my password! I'd like to say I had a writers block but that's a lie. I'm just lazy. A lot of stuff has happened so I'm going to do a LONG recap. I'll be all over the place here. I'm not kidding. I highly recommend you take your bathroom break now...

Most people love camping. I use to be one of those people. That was until I moved on to the boat and felt like I was camping every day. I mean we do live in an RV on the water. Mid February's event was a reminder again of why land and I are way more compatible. I was in the MIDDLE of cooking Erin a fancy dinner like I do most nights (don't act surprised) when the oven turned off and the flames under the burners went out. We ran out of propane. The chicken was still raw! I was on the verge of melting down. But I didn't. That is a BIG step for me. I finally utilized the skills I learned from my biofeedback therapist. I took some deep breaths, repeated happy thoughts and praised the "radiation box" for finishing my cooking :-)

Again I have been tested by the boat tonight!! I think "she" is after me. When I say she, I am referring to the boat. I'm going to take the time and insert a little boat trivia here..."Why is a boat called a she? One plausible theory is that boats are called she because they are traditionally given female names, typically the name of an important woman in the life of the boat's owner, such as his mother. It has also been surmised that all ships were once dedicated to goddesses, and later to important mortal women when belief in goddesses waned. Interestingly, although male captains and sailors historically attributed the spirit of a benevolent female figure to their ships, actual women were considered very bad luck at sea."
Now back to why I think "she" is after me. I have the chicken breast thawed, pan is out along with the BBQ sauce, the bacon is cooking in the microwave, cheese is shredded and I go to light the stove and NOTHING! I go to the control panel, make sure the correct switch is on, double check that I flipped the switch on the stove, try the lighter and again no flame. I call the Captain down from his office to inspect things and apparently there's a leak. We are out of propane. Bacon and shredded cheese for dinner anyone!? Lesson learned here. I need to quit talking behind "her" back so much.

After turning the big 3-0 I have this sudden urge to fill up my weekends with random activities, things that I would normally pass up. It's like my biological clock is reminding me that once babies come there will no such thing as "free time". The constant ticking in my head has made me make a rash decision into joining the circus! Well I haven't actually joined the circus per se but Erin and I will both be partaking in a little trapeze action. Get your head out of the gutter! I'm talking acrobatic school people!



I like to refer to myself as being a sharp individual. I usually catch onto things pretty quickly. Erin is constantly challenging my gullibility. Just when I think I figure him out he pulls a fast one on me. We (mostly me) send little cutesy emails during the week to one another. I never get tired of hearing him say that he loves me. That was until I realized that he set up an automatic response to reply to my (what I thought were cutesy) emails! So here I was telling him to have a nice day and I loved him and he didn't even have to read it before his email automatically told me that he loved me more. So for the last month (possibly longer) I've been having an email relationship with his Gmail! Now I don't know who I like better...