the greatest.

I had the coolest day ever.  Not for any specific reason, just because.

It's getting to the end of winter, and the snow is still on the ground, but the days are much warmer, especially when the sun is out.  I was still at the cabin this morning, and spent a good chunk of time writing a little reminiscence of childhood.  I got a bit of a late start on my walk, but it was a good one!  I walked across a lake, and bushwhacked a little, then stumbled upon a cross-country skiing/ snowshoeing trail that I would happily have followed for hours, but had to turn back.  I bushwhacked a bit more (which was kind of frustrating, because my feet kept penetrating the snow pack, and I'd suddenly be knee-deep under the snow!  Good exercise though, I figure)  I was late getting on the road back to the cities, but made it perfectly in time for my haircut.  On the way down, I was looking up cute hairdos online, and came across these stunners of Katie Holmes:

I especially love this second one, just because the curve is so beautiful.  She's really stunning.  So obviously, I don't resemble her in the least, but Dennis did an amazing job with my hair, and it looks lovely.

I ran a few errands after that, drove past my house and down the alley way.  I got an email from my realtor today, she doesn't appear to be making any headway in finding funding options for the house.  I may start doing some research on my own, at the beginning of next week.

I feel especially happy with myself, as I finally finished a cover letter!  Yay me!  Tomorrow is the annual Dive Into The Past Scuba and Shipwreck show, and I'm planning to head over in the morning to talk with some peeps right when the thing opens.  I can't imagine anything will come up in the next 10 days, but I'm excited to start putting out the vibe.

riders on the storm.

I can't stop thinking of that song, by REO Speedwagon no less, that goes, "Riding the storm out," or something similar.  I'm thinking of the song because a question popped into my head earlier, one of those ambiguously gay blog-type vaguely rhetorical questions, it being: If you get into a bad rut (or out of a good routine), how do you deal with it?  Do you just ride it out (this is where the bad 80s rock/pop tune comes in), or do you force yourself into action to counteract said rut?  The reason I ask is because I've been on hiatus from the gym for the past, oh, 2, 3 months.  I'm getting to the point where I'm almost ready to go back, but not quite.  See, I'm the type who just rides it out, lets it pass on thru, like an out-of-town guest who's overstayed his welcome.  I'm virtually powerless to force when it comes to my habits, both good and bad.  I have that stupid authority complex, the one where if you say one thing, and I know the underlying theme is power and control, I'll just do the exact damn opposite.  Very, very stupid, considering that 1. I'm 33, and 2. I'm FULLY cognizant of the tendency, but there you have it.

I've had some blog vibes come in this week.  Yesterday someone left a comment on a post, and I was ever so excited.  Sadly, it turned out only to be a link, similar to the emails that end up in your junk folder, not even anatomically appropriate for my gender.  The other blog vibes were better, one from my aunt, who is a Dietitian/Nutritionist and just started writing a blog in conjunction with her work (http://nutritionoutlook.com).  While at her house this week (cuddling with my favorite bulldog, Diesel), we talked a little about her blog, and some of her colleagues who also blog.  I have to admit, when the blogosphere first started to take off, I hated it a little, mostly because people were blogging about really personal, and sometimes really mundane, topics.  Basically it was just TMI, total oversharing, and kind of boring.  This was the gist of my conversation with my aunt that day, that professional bloggers, if their blogs concerned a topic like nutrition, should probably refrain from sharing all the tedious details of their daily life, if only for the sake of professional integrity.

The second incoming blog juju this week was just today, watching HGTV, a link to www.dooce.com.  This one is intriguing in a whole different way, maybe just because it speaks to the voyeuse in me, because basically I want this woman's life.  I'm sure it's not perfect, and since she blogs about her life, I could probably read it and quickly learn the ways in which it is not, but regardless.  From the outside looking in, what she's got going looks a hell of a lot better/more normal/healthier than where I am @ present.

And speaking of the over-share...  My final thoughts tonight are on a house that I looked at yesterday with my realtor.  It still feels like a joke, looking at houses, like there's no way in hell I could ever be a homeowner.  But it's becoming almost a visceral sensation, this need to have a place of my own, and since renting just seems silly now, home ownership seems to be inevitable.  We looked at 4 or 5 houses, all within my price range.  It was almost laughable though, the first one was almost a thing of beauty, if you could overlook the holes in the walls and spray painted tags in the bedrooms and on the floors.  It had really good bones, or it at least appeared to.  It looked like the house had been pretty well maintained, and looked to be in decent repair.  The basement was mostly finished, and appeared to be dry, no trace of water damage; it had a fireplace on the main level, 2 bedrooms on the upper level and 2 dormer windows.  My favorite feature was the library with built-in shelves just off the main entry.  Argh.  I can't get it out of my mind, even though there was an offer pending.

Can't hurt to think about it a little, and dream just a bit.  The universe never ceases to amaze.

sunglasses, at night.

I'm freezing!  I'm offshore, probably going back to the beach tomorrow, and it's winter!  Even in the Gulf of Mexico!  My tootsies are so cold and have those little spots where there's just a complete absence of feeling.  I am not fond of that feeling, but I have only a few more hours til I retire to my room for my nightly hot shower before bed.  For some reason today I was ravenous for meat, and, it being steak day, I had a gi-normous steak for lunch (which is really my breakfast, since my shift starts at noon), so my body is probably still just diverting all blood flow to the buddha to break down such an unexpected feast.

I've almost been out on this rig for a week.  The first week is typically the hardest, since it takes that long to re-accustom oneself to the confinement of living and working on a boat or rig.  Once the first week is over, it gets much easier, although I'm saying this from the comfort of knowing I'll be leaving within the next few days.  Really though, it does get easier.

I may be back on the beach in time for Mardi Gras!  And might wander into the festivities, even just by myself, just to experience it a little.  I'm not sure my friend who lives in Nola would be up for anything, since he works a normal-type job, but I think it would be fun to get a little lost, provided I could find a way to get there and not have to walk forever, or pay through the teeth for parking! 

Here's a funny observance I made today.  I want to go home, not necessarily to the staid 9-5, Monday-Friday I left 3 years ago, but I would like to actually have a home and a somewhat normal existence in Minnesota.  I fantasize about having a really calming, soothing little house, and to be able to have brunch with my parents or whatever (sincerely, this is what I dream of! So funny for one who couldn't wait to get away.).  So, obviously, the first step is looking for a job, or finding something that would allow for a more regular schedule, or simply more time at home.  Today I found myself researching degree programs necessary to become an HSE rep (basically a safety representative offshore, a third-party contractor in most cases, hired by the petrol companies).  I don't really want to do that job, but am finding myself in this place where the only place I can think to go from here is to doing something else out here.  I don't really want to work offshore anymore, the lifestyle is hard and pretty uninspiring, not very healthy, so I would much prefer to get away from it altogether.  But it's the rub, that since I'm here, I'm not sure how to go anywhere else, or do anything else.

I remember reading once, probably in an Anthony Robbins book, that it's all about association, that what largely drives our behavior are the things associate to one another.  Like, if I associate being thin with being appreciated only for superficial characteristics (a negative association), I'll subconsciously never allow myself to become thin, to avoid causing myself that pain.  Which explains why we sabotage ourselves so easily in the areas of health, success, relationships, etc.  But it also works with positive associations, which may not always manifest as positive in our lives.  To use the earlier example, it's the 2nd side of the same coin that maintaining my weight at slightly above ideal is just a little safer, maintains a more comfortable degree of anonymity, let's say.

So, what I'm trying to figure out is what I associate being offshore with, what's the positive association that keeps me here?  It will 2 years since I moved from California on March 8th, and I genuinely think I would have already moved on if there wasn't something keeping me here, in the sense that this job, this environment, this type of work is feeding something in me.

mafiosa.

So, where's the line between being convincing, and being manipulative?  Between assertive and competitive?  Working in this industry sometimes taxes my brain in ways I can't begin to understand.  It's worse at times like these, when I'm working in the yard, and closer to the office, and closer to the politics.

I went in to talk about my current situation with the Offshore Personnel Manager today.  I needed to talk to someone, because I think I'm spending more time in the hotel than I am at home.  Or maybe in equal measure.  In any case, I have no balance right now, and my objective is to give OII a good chance to make it right before making any decisions.  I can't say I don't already have one foot out the door, but I also don't want to have to make a run for it, as that always seems to incur debt, by virtue of being an act of singular desperation.  I would love to make a smooth, easy transition.  Have I done that before?  Can I even imagine what it's like?  I'm really not sure, but I'll envision it until it feels so real I can totally imagine it.

Being in the office is always confusing though, because there are so many different stories to be heard.  I never know if I'm coming or going, or who to believe.  There's so much double-speak going on, and me, being far too honest, I never know how to interpret what's being said.

jiu jitsu.

I'm getting back to my roots, the roots of the dabbler.  I have a burning desire, since my last hitch on the Clear Leader, where I met an eager beaver by the name of Kevin, whose alter ego is a pro MMA fighter.  I've actually been thinking about it for a while, I don't know exactly why, it just strikes me as something really engaging and fun.

I went back to the shop today.  I am resigned to letting whatever comes in to happen.  I don't want to force and fix anymore, just want to ride it out and relax.

in(deed).

I've returned from my Caribbean cruise with the family.  There was no internet, and no phone available on the ship (well, there was, but the cost was exorbitant), which was actually really, really nice.  I can't say I've been without since last year when I was on a wee work boat for a week.  Although, internet would have been welcome in that instance, it was a pretty poopy hitch.  In any case, it was pleasant not obsessively checking my phone, or email, or facebook all the time.  I know I do too much of it, even though I don't really care, and don't hear from people often enough for the amount I check to see who's contacted me.  OCD, I tell you, I'm OCD sometimes.

Beyond this, the trip was wunderbar.  Oh, I totally overdid it, and my body is rebelling at present; and I ate too much, and didn't get enough sleep or nearly enough water, but at the end of the day, it was grand to have a vacay with the family that allowed for so much time together, but not so much as to drive me crazy.  It was also just really, really enlightening.  In the past few months I've been in intimate situations (not romantically intimate, more tete-a-tete sort of intimate, long periods of time spent in close quarters, with the same people, like on the transit to Africa on the Boa, and this trip with the fam), and have started to understand myself so much better.  I keep thinking of the Bob Marley song, "Running Away," certainly a remnant from our shore excursion in Jamaica.  But it's on my mind, that you can't run away from yourself, just like Bob says in the song.  One can blame shortcomings on others for only so long, until eventually comes the day when one has to own up and accept that the shortcomings are one's own. 

Family, I suppose, is the best mirror for everything we love and hate about ourselves.