Wednesday, November 25, 2009

the grand debate.... am i a idiot (read "Talking to Engines 101" first, to make any sense outta this!!!)

Hey its emily! u mite of heard of me from jessica's story (Talking to engines 1o1) wow. jess was so smart.
Todayy i felt that i should conquer jessica's blog (:

back to the dingy adventure. i just wanted to point out that it was all jessica's fault that we were stuck in the middle of no where.....which means to me that jess needs some smacking!

thanks em, so much (yes this is Jessica. I showed em the post and she wanted to put her ideas in.) and yes i know that this whole thing is MY fault . none whats so ever yours..... all mine, although you didn't think to check to see if the gas can was actually on the boat..... and yes, section one of that annoying boating quiz is about checking and double checking supplies. oh and tha boat test, has nothing what so ever to do with sailing, for all of those die hard sailors being entertained by this blog!

haha jess. rilly funny...your such a nerd sometimes. rilly u had to bring up the rules on the quiz?
oh was i supposed to kno to check for gas....i didn't get my license did i ?
tehehe. AHEIA! haha thats sounds like a-hee-ya. backkk to jess i guess....

well, you have to take that lllloooonnnngggg test that i finished in three days
, so it stuck with me.... and ya if i was in your shoes at that point i would have been so afraid that you would have tipped Shirley over, so therefore i would have checked everything ;) . and at the very leaast you should see that boat test (can you see how opposed to this i am?) and what does my group of friends (Aheia) have to do with anything? i thought we were debating my stupidity...........................

well hAHA. oh snap. did i push your buttons? and (Aheia) was an random thing. and im gonna lecture you of your stupidity for a loooooooonggggg time. your gonna get used to it (:
but, you kno im just saying nxt time im going sailing with you were gonna get a big tank or can of gas!

Well well, is that how it is, is it?ya, and my family is already lecturing me on my stupidity..... what after dad lost the old anchor off the side of the boat, and i haven't let him forget that one, he won't let me forget this one! Great. hmm is ther gonna be a next time? the first things outta your mouth were " Jess, your an idiot"!!!! lol! just kidding! a tank of gas would make us sink...... wow im getting ready for a centuary worth of comments about this.

oh you have no idea....jess...I remember wen u said" Yup, we have no fuel." and i replied " Jess, your an idiot." haha. wat a good story to tell our grandchildrens (: and yeah these posts will take for centuries until i fell better from being traped in the middle of no where! lucky your dad was there to see us! THANKS MR FRYE!: )

Uhhh em, Dad actually never actually saw us.... he heard us blowing that dog whistle, although he never heard us either... he heard the dogs.... that was hilarious!! i wonder when we will get over this........... knowing you, probably never!!! great. i can hear it now.... "
hey Jess remember that day......." great. i wonder who will let me forget it first... dad or you?

Actuallly, your dad and i will never stop reminding you (: its gonna be a story for our grandchildrens remember? haha well were gonna end this eventually (:
Soo i will make your day! and stop continuing this (:

HAPPY THANKGIVING EVE!!!!!!!!!!!! and to all!

Hear Hear, i agree now lets stop this and i guess i haveta let yo u annoy the heck outta me outside of this... so Hasts la vista sailing people!!!!! happy turkey day!

Friday, November 20, 2009

I see Crabs in the future.....

A while ago, i found out that i adore crab cakes.... of course my favorites come form my favorite island... let's hear it for tangier island! So i was half heartily day dreaming about owning one crab trap just to see if i could catch any fair sized ones... and it looks like someone decided to grant my wish! One of the long days that dad and i have spent on the boat doing a whole lot of small stuff, i got one of those rare five minute breaks, and i went exploring around the dock and the old run down house of the dock master's. The dock master's son used to be in the crabbing business, but he stopped years ago (or something like that). So the tool shed is full of old equipment that will never get used, and is currently rotting away. Well, apparently sometime in the past ten years or so, someone at the dock ran over a crab trap, and threw it into the reeds near the dock. During my five minute break i got a wire brush and started fixing the trap up. All i needed was ten minutes, a piece of string, a couple cable ties and the wire brush to fix the trap. It was actually in manageable shape! Let's just say that dad got involved and feeding my sick humor, biologist's view point, and curiosity, told me to go pull up one of the fish carcasses that are constantly rotting near the pilings of the dock from the fishing boats that use the dock. lovely. I got one of the steak knives, used the boat hook, and sparing the great details i hooked the fish behind the head and the spinal cord and hoisted him up on the dock. This would have gone great except for the fact that someone was having their wife, who NEVER comes to the boat, over, and i thoroughly grossed them out. Next i found out that i couldn't wash the dock off because the dock had been winterized. Great.
Put the huge fish head in the trap and pulled out two small crabs. not bad. Crabbing season has definitely ended, so it's back to doing my homework and singing Christmas carols until i can get anymore fish.... which reminds me.. last time i put my fish trap in the water i got some of the same species of fish that i encountered when i was down in Chinqoteauge. see through, silver streak on the side, and a pug nose. I wonder why they are here.. more mysteries for the fish girl!

Wednesday, November 18, 2009

Talking to engines 101

It all began when my dad and i wanted to go on a relaxing sailing cruise last weekend. My friends all had church, or had some homework, babysitting, or soccor to do, so i invited my one frined who went out on the last boat. She one year younger than I, so we never see each other, but we have a great time anyway. Well, there wasn't much wind, so we used a little sail and went to our favorite beach. dad stayed on the boat, while i decided to take the Dingy out. i couldn't get the thing to start and niether could dad, at first, so we had to sit at the boat with the moter (shirley) in neutral. After talking with Shirley, and reminding her how beutiful a moter she was, we were finally given the okay to go. Dad suggested to take the gas can, and i thought that he had stowed on the dingy while he was fiddeling with the moter. He didn't. After we went to "shark tooth beach"- a beach that is covered with fossilized shark teeth- My friend, Emily, and I went to the next beach. After we got there we walked up and down the beach seeing if there was anything of interest on the beach. The tide was as high as i have ever seen it, because of all of the rain in the area. it was over some of the docks, not ours but still!

I decided that i would let Emily try her hand at steering the Dingy. I have my license for boating, but she dosn't, although i trained Em to be a Safety patrol, and iv'e known her for a couple years now, so i can trust her. We pushed the dingy off the beach and after squeeling from the icy chill of the fridgid water, we hopped in and i started the motor, as i congradulated Shirley on her looks. Started very quickly, very good, but i should have known that something was up. Shirley never starts when i want her to.

about half a mile or so away from the shoal survivor, and the engine stops. Great. i fiddle with it and manage to go a couple more feet. Emily and i encourqage Shirley as well as we could. No change. I finally think to check the fuel... and no fuel. no fuel can. Crud.

A while ago, dad and i spent the night on the boat fixing a few things. After we were done we went out on the dingy and went fishing outisde of the Jetties. We got stopped by the police. fishing licenses, life preservers, a boating license for me, whistle... ect. no whistle. "we can yell" was the lame excuse my dad gave. So, we got a free whistle with the words "know before you go. Take a boating course." etched on the whistle. ironic that i should need that whistle to call my dad when i knew that i needed fuel before i went. Well, i blew that whistle, by the way, it is a great dog whistle. Dad never heard the whislte- funny i can STILL hear it- but heard the dogs going crazy just offshore, and all of the owners trying to get thier dog to be quiet. i was standing up and waving my arms insanly. my frined almost fell off the dingy she was laughing so hard! i'm going ot get her or that some day!

in the end, i have no dignity now, and this is another story that will go down in the frye family stupidness folder. Great. oh and Sorry to all of those poor pups!

Sunday, November 1, 2009

Sailing kids and thier familys.

My Dad was invited to a get together and i came along. Always interesting to hear where people have gone. Only problem is that I'm the only kid! although, i can usually find another young soul. At this get together, another sailing gal commented on the children of sailing family's. She said that the kids were always down to earth and very nice. My reply..... not so nice!

Sailing kids are either really kind, or aren't! Although, adults can't tell form the face which is which. The not so nice put on a good show, but after the parents leave to see someone else's boat....... let's just say that i run along with the parents sometimes! They can be really bratty, or just want to see if they can get you into trouble. It's kind of like a "how stupid are you" contest. Once, i was told that this little boat was a little kid's ( only I'd say 8 or so) and he didn't have his license yet. Dad doesn't mind... will i drive it around? uhhhhh no way! right...... your own boat..... does it say STUPID in bright letters on my forehead? (dad don't answer that!) uhhh huhhh! right, no lets go play with my fish trap instead.

Not all kids are like that though, if i was asked i would say..... only 15 or 20% are that way. Let me tell you... they follow their parent's examples extremely well. even if you have a big boat..... please don't send your kids off with the latest video game for a couple hours, and ignore them when guests come over! it makes the kids become really bored, and want to get into trouble, or someone else into trouble. Most kids are good at finding something to do, and to have some fun even in a tiny island with no TV connection! for instance, on Tangier island i took the kids in a family of about five on a trip around the island and played with cats, went to the homecoming celebration, and went down to the beach real quick. We had a blast and were gone for several hours, only came back for food, flashlights, bathrooms, and to check in. we all had a blast!

on another note, though, the other breed of kids...... i met one family at Rockhall where the parents were out on the back of their boat sipping wine, while the three kids were downstairs watching spongebob ( not my favorite ever! lets go sit and laugh at nothing for a while... yeah right. not happening. give me Mike Rowe on Discovery Channel any day!) and one kid, a baby i think, was screaming for a hour straight! parents never once went down. Okay they went down once, and i heard some colorfull language at the kids because the conference call had been interrupted( what call? no cell service on my phone and there hadn't been a phone out.... hmmmm what do you think watson?) and also because they had a headache. And i didn't? i saw the older brother out of the boat later, and when i offered to let him fish off of my boat (he was watching for a while) he just said " what? and get my hand slimy? i will only do it if you hold the rod, add the bait, and take off the fish. I just want to reel it in." What is the point of fishing anyway? i just don't get it. If you do, feel free to enlighten me!

so you see, the way the parents act is reflected in the kids. To my experience though, the little boys hold out a lot longer ( yea, you can usually find me looking for crabs on a mud flatt with six little boys with me) while the little girls follow their parents really early. Weird, but true in my sight! i just don't get it! Why lie and make your kid's life miserable when you could have fun with them? Would you like a wine, or get a head start on loosing that weight by going for a bike ride or catching fish for an aquarium with the kid? Parents always complain that the kids are unresponsive to them, although they would never guess it's because that the kids know that as soon as they try to tell you how their day went, the parents will take off talking about theirs.

For the most part, kids in sailing families are pretty nice, but only a kid can tell what a kid is behind the parent's back. Not all the complaining that we do is for attention! sometimes it's the truth...wait that's not what i meant to say! anyway, ignoring that comment, i can make friends with most sailing kids, but there are a few that are just.... unresponsive and don't like to have fun! but that's only a small number!