Look Familiar?

At this night time job thing and I'm sitting here in the dark, in my mind. Now I have the giggles because I'm not in my right mind. Wandering around in my left mind thinking about the deep sea. The deep dark black sea. Full of real scary sea creatures, not the ones of my imagination in the light. Eternal night workers. I've done some investigating in the past but usually about the time I find the 3rd or 4th horrible killer 'thing' ....I don't want to have any more information. On a thank goodness note.....they are way way down there. So I'm poking around and I find this creature of the deep. He is familiar, I know this guy. He's a movie star.

This monster might possibly be persuaded to just wander on by. 6 inches of him. We could handle that, right? Not to worry, we can't be bothered. Truly. He hangs out at about 5000 feet below the surface of the water. ....and THAT'S a fine thing. I'm so tempted to tell you about 'double ugly' that's cruising around at 8000 feet. Actually he's not ugly just pretty darned scary. Post note to my WOD diving post. Grouper aren't ugly either, just misunderstood.

Last night I was cave dwelling, tonight I'm on the bottom of the ocean.

WHOOO?

I'm tired. I'm working nights and I suck at it. I'm going to whine. Mr. Frank has a government job for a couple of weeks so they have to work when there is the least impact on 'the peoples'. So now that you are all tucked in he does some mad-scientist beaker deal and big noisy water spitting saw thing and really hot oven stuff. He's the one mixing and checking the goo that gets smeared all over the roads for us to drive/ride on. I voulnteered to come to his office and spruce up his filing because....well...he's a mad-scientist. I put a piece of black felt hanging from a pole on the window, behind the blinds, so the sun can't find him. Cave man.

I volunteered. I was warned a long time ago (in my youth) not to put it on paper and not to voulnteer. So.........LMAO...........here I am, spilling my guts to you guys and working in the dark.

WORLD OCEANS DAY

World Oceans Day
June 8, 2009
My first and second and third SCUBA dive (same day)
Self Contained Underwater Breathing Apparatus

Pool trained-passed. Classroom trained-passed. Off we go. Southern California diving requires a wet suit, year round. A FULL WET SUIT. Mine was quarter-inch custom fit…..like a glove. Fricken/fracken cold water. With the life being squeezed out of me and weighing 437 pounds, over the side I went, 60 feet down, head for the cave . Yes, true, brand new diver. Yep cave diving. NOT. It had a Hollywood Bowl entry fit for baby divers. So we (my accomplished dive partner) swooped into the darker water. Everything that could go equipment wrong with a dive did. Hilarious fun story (on deck) but I want to tell you about my water.

My first dive. 60 feet. You cannot ‘see’ the color you are in. From the surface to below as the light fades I had clear to, foggy grey/murky green/blue/bluer/bluer/black. From the bottom I had a clear muted grayish mush, then looking up was sheer transparent blues of all colors with sunlight streams shimmering and dancing. I spent time unknown on my knees looking up…until my partner poked me.

My second dive. 45 feet. Partnered with my Dive Master (another hysterical story) I encountered some unwanted company. I was not in my world. I was allowed to explore a bit on my own as long as we kept line of sight. Eyes on. I was thrilled. At this depth we had more company. More stuff growing, more stuff wiggling and wafting around. I was enchanted. I was in another world and I was in love with this freedom. Then I saw my sea monster. I wasn’t carrying a game bag, so nothing to fight over. He really is a blind bat kinda hunter so he virtually must have something to bite right in front of his face. I am safe. He is hiding in his dragon cave (a hole just big enough for him to back his wiggly Morea eel bod into) and he is ready to pounce upon the closest passer by. I am safe. I was 7 feet away from him. He pokes his head out a bit (6 inches) so I tuck my arms to my side. He pokes out a bit more (6 inches..more) so I fold my arms across my chest and clench my fists (no yummy fingers) What do I look like? A whale. What does he do? HE COMES OUT. Did you hear me? HE COMES OUT ALL THE WAY! They are not supposed to do that. Not on your first dive, I read that book. I start slow and easy moving with my water and staying beside the reef. I figure he will return to his lair. NOT. Can you hear me hyper-ventilating my tank dry? He swam right over to me, stayed right beside me, kept pace for about 15 feet. I swam just like I told you I had my arms. An unlikely escort, not at all in character and disturbing. My sea monster. Oh yeah just to let you know….he was longer than me. I wish I could tell you his story.

My third dive. 7 feet tops. (oops, bottoms?) I was in a storm. An incredibly powerful heart pounding heaviest air sucking (fresh tank) the perfect storm. OK, ok but I’m a bit on my high-wire, still. Closer to the shore line we were subjected to surge. It was wonderful fun, just had to watch your depth to rock ratio surge force. If you wanted to stay still you had to grab a rock, much easier to go with the flow. But I saw something. There… Wait. See there, did you see it? I maneuvered closer. The sea grass was about 3-4 feet tall and in the surge it acted like the image of waves crashing on the sand. That big curl. Big huge curl to the left….flowy, flowy, big huge curl to the right. Very cool. But I saw something. Well I just had to go check it out. Hard fought to get closer. Swim swim, swoosh left. Swim swim, swoosh right. See it? What the ??? is that? Ok wait, sea grass will part. I am 4 ½ feet from the ugliest toadliest monster I have ever imagined and I would have to imagine that ugly AND it was the size of a St. Bernard AND it was dead. I thought I was the first person to discover how a dead fish in the sea was found??. Wait a minute. How can a dead….that thing, not move? Stock still in between two rocks with sea grass swishing back and forth over the top of it? Not Moving. Oh jeez, just had to get a little closer. I’m holding my breath….Cardinal scuba sin. It WAKES UP. Did you know the verb, “dart” was invented by a fish? Are you familiar with mach speed? I got within arm’s reach of it…WE know now, because I was not breathing, WRONG… do not do!! Thank God they can move backwards because he would have had to bowl me over otherwise. Do you know how ugly grouper are? Please go look. This was the end of that tank of air. I was over my day. I would also love to be able to tell you his story. I have lots of dive tales in lots of waters. This was my first time in. The oceans bring me to heart pounding life.

Post Note. Divers always pick up trash.

and to further note, thank you Crazy Girl for this invitation. Oceanic Blog-A-Thon!

LOOK LOOK LOOK!

Oh, shit...the flash, Can you see it?

No flash....see?

Open the door. Still there. In my own back yard, the entire thing, end to end, both pots. HOLY every color.

Fading away, still can't believe what I saw. See this?

This is not my idea of fun water to play in. Although today there is equipment available to ensure a comfortable environment for the human to be able to explore either in it or on it. If it can't be done in zorries it's way to burry for me.

This is my ideal water consideration.

Doing some part too.

World Oceans Day
OCEAN'S DAY UPDATE
I want to help with this too. Lover of Life @LIFE IN THE SECOND HALF has been posting information on this upcoming project so for my part I'd like tp pass this on to anyone that has not known. So...here ya go.

This is your assignment. Homework due Monday 6/8/09. Turn it in, EASY "A", everybody gets one.

Surprise!

LEMONADE AWARD

Put the award logo on your blog.
Nominate at least ten blogs that show great attitude and/or gratitude.
Be sure to list and link your nominees within your post
Let them know they have received this prestigious award by leaving a comment on their blog.



The MOST outrageous Meeko Fabulous , has awarded me the above and I thank him. I don't do very well with these but I don't want to get into any trouble either. (especially with Meeko, I absolutely do not want to be a post subject of his....*v*`) Then again, I don't play well with others or by the rules a lot. This is so much like homework for me and so.. see...um......I test well.

AND I've concluded it is mean of me not to participate with blogger, so I guess I'll just have to do the work***sorta***.

It says put the award on your blog. I don't know how, so it goes in this post.
It says nominate but that is asinine because it intimates a vote ensues. I will pick.
List and link...YEAH, that I can do.
notify...Yeah, that I can do. but I don't like it because who am I to be picking? Everyone should have one. OMGAWD, you know what I can do? Screw this up so horrible then Meeko will have to take care of it. He's so much better at this, really really good. Dear Meeko, please find enclosed 12 copies to be distributed yesterday......he's so good. ok, anyway. Crapola.

on the m104
Lola's Curmudgeonly Musings on Life, Love & Other Trifles
monkeys on the roof
The Gold Puppy
nik's backyard
stuff from ellen's head
Life at Willow Manor
The Ramblings of a Disgruntled Secretary
Mountain Mamma
LIFE IN THE SECOND HALF
Expat From Hell
Sleepless in Gainesville





Surprise!







GOLDEN HEART AWARD
This was awarded to me by a wonderful girl nik's backyard waaaay up there in a cold place. Very fun blog. It is my pleasure to pass it on as you in turn are to pass it also to those you believe have a Golden Heart.

on the m104
Lola's Curmudgeonly Musings on Life, Love & Other Trifles
monkeys on the roof
The Gold Puppy
nik's backyard
stuff from ellen's head
Life at Willow Manor
The Ramblings of a Disgruntled Secretary
Mountain Mamma
LIFE IN THE SECOND HALF
Expat From Hell
Sleepless in Gainesville


I love this forum and all her peeps and I will admit ONCE having a boo-boo face awaiting an award. Kisses and hugs for them, thanks. In the interest of popular science I'm off to detention for throwing chalk loaded erasers towards the board at Tommy which disqualifies me from any future participation in after school activities. You could sneak me a note of honorable mention if you wish to. You know, something to let me know you still love me even though I'm incarcerated. Get Tommy to do it, he's always in trouble.

AND ANOTHER THING, THIS WAS TOO MUCH WORK. I'M THE GOOF OFF.

It's your move.

Pilfer Proof Paper

What does that mean? Paper meaning, (not tape..although it stuck to the box?) it had that paper texture... oh yeah and it WAS brown. This sealed a box recently delivered to me by Fed-ex. Pilfer? OK, we really do have to give this a moment. Everybody on this planet is going to hell! You sin, you're going. OH, wait, you're forgiven....ok go ahead everybody goes to heaven. Pilfer is stealing..? ==...!! small? Only not. You use one pen a month on the job. You take home OH MY GAWD I COULD GO ON & on & more and you do that for 25 years. You grab those napkins out of the dispenser, you need three but you take 12. An extra sweet n low for your purse. Pilfer is just a penny but you do it a 900,000 billion times. I received this package. I was happy, knew just what it was. Pilfer Proof Paper? Sony Corporation. What do you think here? Let's take a run at it.

Part ordered. Part pulled (goes in employee pocket) no, goes to shipping (goes in employee pocket) no, goes to packaging (goes in employee pocket) no goes to dispatch WAIT A MINUTE.

After it is sealed by packaging??? It IS NOT, they are pilfering. Those pilferers. WHO KNOWS??? So it is packaged and sealed, pilfer proof. Packaged and sealed and handed over to dispatch for Fed-ex. Who makes packaging tape that says pilfer proof?? Once boxed and sealed there is no pilfer. That's breaking and entering and theft.. so, but, ...has Fed-ex been delivering empty boxes? Has Fed-ex been stealing from Sony and they think, oh those pilfering employees? Really I want to know. What is the point of printing 'Pilfer Proof Paper' on that packaging tape???

Here kitty kitty!

Oh I've done a bad thing, a torturous thing, an evil thing. By all accounts, it is a brave new world to believe they could be friends. I think so. Stranger than fiction and very entertaining. I am a very loving pet owner and this cat, in particular, holds my heart for huge reasons, but like children, some torture is appropriate. I told my 9 year old daughter that diatomaceous earth was ground up elephant bones. Riot of a tale there but not par to Cotton Candy. He was a charming visitor....for a little while. Enlarge the pics for full effect, except the one of the squirrel up close. The window needs washing.