Sorry I’ve been away as of late…Super busy at work! I’m going to hopefully nab time to write a more extensive post tomorrow, but for today…I share a photo of said all consuming day job!
As some of you know I am a cook on a Tug boat in Valdez, Alaska. My schedule consists of working two months on, and then two months off. Sure, the time off is GREAT! But, I do tend to get burnt out and bored at work. What are some of my go to practices to prevent ripping my hair out, you ask? I’ll tell you…
This post is primarily about that devishly sweet mistress, Pinterest. She draws you in, encouraging you to trying new and bizarre things. My friend is currently purchasing a photo of a deer with flowers on its antlers… Don’t ask me. Stranger things have happened.
Each night, we try to find something on Pinterest that we want to try out and give it a whirl. Yesterday was a homemade sugar scrub. Tonight was Honey, Nutmeg, Cinnamon masks…. About a week ago we tried a self-made pore strip recipe and made the mistake of putting it all over our faces… Just so you know, that recipe can also be used as a hair removal system if placed in the proper areas. My forehead was as smooth, and as hairless as a baby’s bottom. Ouch. As Jasmine says…. A major Pintrocity.
So! Without further ado….Nutmeg mask!
2 T Honey-The darker the honey, the more antioxidants
1 tsp nutmeg
1 tsp Cinnamon
-Mix together and spread on face; rubbing the paste into your skin will act as a gentle exfoliant. Leave on for 30 minutes and then remove with water and a gentle circular motion. This mask is supposed to be great for stressed out skin, reduce inflammation, and exfoliate all while giving you a more even skin tone, and blah blah blah. It’s Great!
Give it a try, and let me know if you dug it!
Here is a short compilation of things I found out after living on a boat…not in any particular order of importance..
1.) Men don’t feel the need to shut the bathroom door when they Pee..Ever.
2.) A girl that says the word Boob, tit, or any of the other varying descriptions of said female anatomy are chill..Unless they are yelling about eye contact…then they are scary.
3.) After one becomes Chill, men no longer care if they are being gross, disgusting or innapropriate. It sounds bad..but it’s WAY better then the Walking on Eggshells approach.
4.) If you work on a boat, you do not ever have to buy a movie again. I’ve got about 900 of them, and have yet to watch them all!
5.) Any movie, show or two hours of entertainment don’t have to be entertaining…they just have to A. Help you fall asleep..or B. Make two hours pass by.
6.) Overtime is Overrated.
7.) A Seaman(woman) mariner?… does not have to be immune to seasickness, they just can’t be a whiner.
8.) You can’t be claustrophobic, dislike public bathrooms, or be against public displays of upper chest hair..particularly higher chest hair… I’m talking neck hair area.
9.) Being a cook is paramount to being the Golden Child.. Unless you stink.. Then you are universally hated by all….often receiving awful nicknames like Fruit fly…Mine is Cookie, thank you very much.
10.) Gum is a highly forgotten substance, that many desire and if you bring a case of it on board it is much like a prison in that you can trade it for much more valuable objects.
Well, those are just a few of the ones I can think of, but I’ll save some for later on! Have a great day/night!
Holy-Bajeezy.. This week has been long! Long days, and short nights! Sorry I missed Tuesday’s and Wednesday’s Blog posts, but internet has been shoddy and I have been exhausted! Going to keep it short today too, because I have been up since 0230!
Ok..Best thing since sliced bread.. And even tasty on sliced bread!!
That’s right, Coconut Oil. If you haven’t used it instead of Olive oil, spread it on toast instead of butter, and rubbed it all over your hair and body.. Well, my friend. You are missing out! It not only smells and tastes fantastic, it is incredibly high in healthy mid-range fats..not to mention that its cholesterol free! I recently discovered this wonderful salve, and can honestly say I will never go back! Get yourself a tub and start using it!
Been writing, updated my WIP journal to include the last 6 chapters, and went for a 35 minute walk today.
I am waaay too tired to think of a witty story to tell you, so I thought I would share a photo or two of my daily life here in Valdez, Ak aboard the Tug Stalwart!
The first Hummingbird I ever saw! So adorable!:)
Sorry that Foodie Friday is coming to you on a Saturday, but as I sat in front of the computer last night cursing the internet gods for cutting me off, I decided that 30 minutes of attempt and Fails was enough.
Luckily, they are being a lot more forgiving today and I am able to serve up to you this delicious chowder recipe. Every, and I mean EVERY friday on board this vessel is Clam Chowder friday, and the boys never get tired of this recipe! I hope you enjoy it as much as we do! And, I’ve just spent about 15 minutes trying to upload a photo for you, but unfortunately have had no luck.. that’s boat life for you! Please use your imagination, and enjoy the soup!
Well, as you may have noticed I did not post yesterday…and the guilt is slowly eating me from the inside out! No, Just playing. I was exhausted, worked all day and could barely keep my eyes open! So you all got nothing! Muahahah! Hate to admit that today wont be much different. I find that after almost 4 weeks at work, doing the same thing day in and day out.. I run out of things to talk about. Imagine that!
I’m still working on my WIP, and have written every day on it, whether those words are legible and/or staying in the final draft is yet to be determined. I have also started note cards for another WIP,But decided I didn’t want to actually start writing it until I have finished the first draft of this one! I WILL finish this! After three or four false start and stops on other WIP’s I feel the need to scream at myself on occasion…
I have lost about 17 lbs since we started this ROW80, so diet is going well! I read about 6 books this week, so I just have a few more and then I will start working on my “better your Plotting” writing exercise!
Hope all is well!
I spent about two hours floating around on a line boat today. Just shooting the cow manure with one of the only other females I have ever worked with, yapping about this and that. You know how us girls get.. We be chatty. Anyway, surrounding yourself with men every day, all day takes its toll every once in a while, and I think we both appreciated the girl time. One thing led to another and we began to discuss one of the staples of our fair sex. Marriage.
We are both going to weddings here in the next 6 or so months, she a little sooner than I, and we somehow went from “were so happy for our friend/brother was getting married” to: God…how much do you hate shopping? In-between that was a loathsome rant about dresses in general, and strap-less things that don’t hold in the ladies. Now, neither of us are polka dot bikini wearing kind of girls.. if you catch my drift. We got us some curves, and we are not exactly dress wearing folk. We work with men, doing jobs that men do, and an unfortunate side effect is that you either A. Look like a moron as you giggle and carry on like the world is all peaches and cream…or B. Realize that your voice drops just the tiniest bit while you’re at work, and accept that your just “one of the guys”…Here is how our “Dresses” conversation went… I will try to shorten it and make it snappy.. you know, life with out all the boring and what not.
C: Yeah, so the maid of honor went to an intense cycling class the day before we tried on our bridesmaid dresses, and when she got there she could barely move, let alone try on any dresses.
B: Ah…Cycling. Get’s ya every time.
(insert her laughing here.. that’s right.. I’m funny:p)
C: You know it! So anyway, I’m now the big girl, and the other two bridesmaids are about a 6 and an 8 and everything they try on seems to slide over them like a silk hanky. Where as I’m standing there like some bewildered beast as the snooty saleswoman eyes me up and down and finally concedes..”hmm.. Let me see if we even carry that in your size.”
C: Ugh, I hate trying on clothes…
B: Me too.. If only they had beds in the changing rooms so you could lay down and slide that last fat roll in. It’s so close when your standing.. It just needs a nudge in the right direction.
(Laugh. Score two for Brittney!)
C: Then she starts going on about fruit and how I’m not really a pear, and I’m not really an apple.. Blah blah blah.
B: What’s with that stupid fruit thing that everyone uses these days?
C: I should have said..No, I’m more like a Banana with Tits.
(Insert my laugh here, then she slapped her hand over her mouth and said, oh shit, that sorta sounds like I’m a transvestite…Insert more laughter, and some trouble breathing here. Score two for C!)
B:…Yeah, or a cherry without a stem.
(And Brittney clinched the win!)
So this is where we come back to reality…All sexual fruit innuendos aside, where did this idea that women have to conform to a certain shape come about? Granted, I see that some women have small tops and larger bottoms, and that there are women out there with heavier tops and thinner bottoms. But, what about those of us with strange curves; curves no fruit known to man can possibly encompass? Are we supposed to start referring to ourselves as deformed vegetation? Like an Orange with tumors, or possible some mutated combination of a tangerine and a Banana. I suppose my point is this. We are all beautiful..Each one of us. We all have something to offer this world, and I don’t think we odd-balls should feel bad about not fitting in the fruit bowl.
Just food for thought! Cheers!