Caught in the shower...

So last night I was enjoying myself with a rare Josh dream. Here's the way it went.

Shannon and I were getting ready to go to Astoria but I figured out where Joshed lived and I wanted to shower before meeting him. So i talked Shannon into breaking in his house so i can use his shower.

While I was in there Shannon was looking at baby pictures and trying not to cry with all the Phil pictures around. I, on the other hand, was sitting in the tub thinking I really need to shave. Yep, I took his razor. SO I'm sitting there with his razor and I didnt hear the door open. I did however hear Josh yelling at me for being in his shower.

He scared me so badly I cut myself. So I'm sitting there trying to stay calm while I'm bleeding and trying to get over the fact Josh was staring at me naked.

Now here's where it gets weird: I managed to get Josh out of the bathroom so I can get dressed but I couldnt find my bra or my shirt! I look out the bathroom window and Shannon was talking to Jake and Josh had my stuff in his hand. I grabbed a towel and went outside....OH crap! There was a lot of people outside.

So I carefully walked up to Josh, kicked him, grabbed my clothes, waslked back inside and finished getting dressed.

The last thing I remember of my dream is that The whole time in Astoria Josh refured me to Razor girl. I was not too happy.

So there you have my odd dream of Josh Harris. Hope you enjoyed....or not.


*Aidin*

Something Is Extremely Wrong Here

Aidin and I have vivid dreams. We usually spend our weekends exchanging funny stories about the dreams that we had lately. So since this one is so fresh in my mind, I thought I would share it with you:


I was a greenhorn set to work aboard the Cornelia Marie, and Steve Ward picked me up at the airport. He didn’t talk much, and hardly looked at me except to snort and say, “Those ain’t gonna work.”

He was referring to my blue jeans and boots. Now when I say boots, I don’t mean cowboy boots, or rain boots. I mean girly boots with a thick wedge heel. A few of you saw the picture of the high heels I bought, I’m actually wearing my boots in that picture, just look down.

Boots...no not those! Attached to the jeans. Yes, those boots.

Anyway, my boots are not the point of this story, no matter how much I love them. He dropped me off at the small store in Dutch and told me he would send someone along to pick me up in an hour. I’m not a shopper, I hate shopping, so I was done in 10 minutes, my arms full of rain gear and sweatshirts.

I wasted time talking to the local people, trying to get comfortable, when Josh and Jake Harris walked through the door and herded me outside to the truck. Again, they didn’t say much. I assume they didn’t enjoy the fact a female would be onboard.

Once we got down to the dock, we had to walk down to the end to get to the boat itself. But it wasn’t the Cornelia Marie we all know and love. It was so bizarre. I watched Jake and Josh hop down to the deck and walk across it like nothing was wrong. But trust me, it was wrong.

Wheelhouse? Gone. Pot lauchner? Gone. Sodium Lights? Gone. Shelter deck? Gone.

There was no wheelhouse. None at all. As far as I could tell, there was no galley or anything. The deck was smooth from bow to stern, no shelter deck either in the bow. The other bizarre sighting? No pot launcher. Only the crane was visible as I finally shook my self out of my daze and got onboard.

I stood in the middle of the deck trying to wrap my brain around what I was seeing when Ryan walked up and took my duffel bag for me. “Where are we sleeping?” I asked.

“Over here.”

He led me over to where the wheelhouse would have been, and a small canopy had been rigged to keep a small amount of the rain and waves off of us. In all honesty, it was useless. I remember looking up and thinking, “How do you steer this thing?!”

“How do we launch the pots?” I questioned.

Jake appeared at my side and motioned with his hand to where the pot launcher should have been. A 10 foot hole appeared to have been cut out of the side of the boat. “We push them off. Haven’t you ever done this before?”

“Greenhorn,” I muttered as a reminder. “I don’t see any bins. How do we get the crab into the holds?”

Jake gave me an odd look. “We carry them.”

“We carry snapping, pissed off crab?”

He nodded.

“Great, the Cornelia Marie, catching crabs the hard way.”

And then I promptly got woken up by my son asking for something to drink at 3:30am. Thank god too, because I didn't see any sodium lights and I couldn't figure out how we were going to push pots off the side of the boat and not get caught in the line.

Strange huh? This happens to me often. If you ever have a Deadliest Catch dream, please share it with us!
 
Happy Friday everyone, its finally here! I don't know about the rest of you, but it felt like this one week was 2 weeks.
 
*Shannon*