First Captain's Log

So, Facebook just doesn't give enough space to say everything that needs to be said about my status, therefore, I have created my first ever blog. Let me begin by thanking you for reading it, and I just hope everything I write here is as entertaining to you as it is for me! Here We Go!

Captain's Log: Tuesday, January 2010. I can't recall what the date is today. I am sure I will discover it later, but for now it is to early for my brain to think that much. Last night was the first night home for the Samsel Crew, the Admiral and Captain were ecstatic at the prospect of sleeping in a real bed (not a pull out couch like we did at the cabin). So as the crew retired for a peaceful nights sleep, the Admiral and Captain also crawled in bed to pass out. Crew member Abigail decided her bunk was not the most comfortable place to be, so she retreated to the Admiral's Quarters. About an hour into her slumber the Admiral and Captain were awakened by one of the most horrid sounds and feelings known to exist in nature. That was the sound of Abigail throwing up all over both of us!

The Captain was quick to her feet to retrieve a towel, but was not quick enough to catch the second round of Abigail's dinner spewing all over the bed (and Admiral who was not as quick to his feet). Once the vile spasm had stopped, the Captain attempted to escort Abigail to the toilet, but yet another spasm engulfed little Abigail and once again, last nights dinner decided to pay a visit to the bathroom floor. After this, sweet Abigail raised her sad, shocked eyes to look straight at the Captain and say,"I think I am feeling a lot better now mommy."

Standing there in the bathroom, covered in toasted cheese sandwich and yogurt, looking into those beautiful blue eyes, the Captain could only respond with a chuckle. Normally a hug would have been in order, but with last nights dinner everywhere, the hug had to wait until bathing could occur.

With the events over for the time being, bath's taken and clothes changed we retired once again in an attempt to sleep. Abi in her own bunk, the Admiral in the spare room on the twin bed and the Captain to the couch.

Sleep evaded the Captain so she decided to be productive. She washed all clothing casualties from the previous events, and finished a good book. by 4:30am sleep once again beckoned to the Captain. She grabbed a pillow and a warm snugly blanket and laid down on the couch. Her head had just barely caressed the pillow when the unthinkable occurred. What you ask could it be? Would it be more vile spasm to bring more food back for a second round? No, it was just littliest crewmember Madelyn awaking for her normal day of playing and funning around!

With the evening behind her the Captain is now forced to go into her day with 3 hours of sleep and just wait to see what Fate has in mind for her today.