How Many F-Bombs Can I do in 15 Minutes? National Women’s Association Talk 2023

In July 2021 I was honored to host the She Sailor Sea Story with the topic WIND. In November 2023, I was asked by Debbie Huntsman if I would speak on the topic of Ship’s Log. She had no idea I am very invested in my ships log already and was happy to show some of it off in all its glory.

I had also put out a challenge to viewers. If they counted how many F-bombs during the live talk and sent it to me that night I would send them Skipper Jenn Swag. Ed Huntsman, Behan Gifford, Terri Smith, and Laura Johnson played. They all already have swag, thus is the fan girl following I have acquired. Thanks fan girls!

Since I am lazy, I still haven’t officially counted my f-bombs said and written. Fan girls reported somewhere between 12-16. Once per minute average works for me. If it doesn’t for you, I’m not sure why you are reading this. You can watch the full video here.

Debbie, who is a sailing goddess I can never deny, asked if I would share more pages from my log on my blog. That rhyme was pleasing to write, thanks Debbie!

I am happy to feature some of my dearest friends, all of whom I consider family, and official Poop Deck Life Crew with some quick stories of days on the water with them.

The first picture: I talked about Andrew, my brother from another mother and BFF in the talk, but everyone should bask in his handsomeness some more.

This was the day in 2018 I took him for a sail and asked him to step off the boat to the dock with a line. I neglected to tell him to cleat it off or do anything with it. He is NOT a sailor. So, he stood there with the line loosely in his hands as I crashed into the dock bow first. We laughed very very hard. He now won’t hold lines on my boat. I now am extra bossy with anyone who holds a line on my boat.

These two magestical unicorns are my sangha family. We took this ride during 2020 in the pandemic when the world was exploding around us. All four of us have autoimmune disease, so the pandemic was extra suck for us. My boat and the water were a privileged getaway. G and Kait, I love you, thank you for helping me stay sane.

This is my Mom, Kathy. 48 years ago she pushed me out of her vagina just like I did Poop Deck. It’s a true story.

My Mom is a very patient woman with a good sense of humor, even when she doesn’t find me funny.

As a child, I got my mouth washed out with soap a lot. I was also grounded often for swearing. In the end, I wore her down. When I became a sailor, she flatly said it was only a matter of time as I had always had a sailors mouth.

Props to all the moms of strong willed kids out there.

This pix was taken in 2019 on a sail where Eric slept the whole time because he generously was up all night making sure my engine ran smoothly to take my Mom out for a sail while she visited from Kansas. He also painted the whole think a sparkle blue as he put it back together, such is the love he has for me an my Poopsie.

Also a shout out to Eric who is an engine guru and has taught me each step of the way, helping me to grow as a sailor. He is also a very patient man.

This is Jimi and MB. I’ve known them for 30 years and they came up to Friday Harbor in 2022. MB was the initial inspiration for this blog to keep her up to date on shenanigans.

During their visit, we had an absolutely perfect daysail together and a very fun visit.

Except for the part where I sprained my ankle at a grade 3 two days before the sail. I tripped over a floor fan in my house like a delicate graceful ballerina. I shattered my laptop in the process, and flung coffee all over my bedroom interior. I gently called, “MB, can you come up here for a second?” She loudly exclaimed, “OMG! WHAT HAPPENED?!”

Then I set a mooring ball the next day and helped tow an engineless boat to it because I am apparently crazy. Eric lead a 30 ft boat with a dinghy hand holding the lines to adjust as he went, because he is definitely a badass. He said after his arms felt about 6 inches longer.

THEN we had the perfect sail day. It was all worth it. 100%

These assholes. FAMILY. In 2022, they came, they saw, they made me laugh until I cried, again. I love you three forever and ever and ever amen.

Tash: No one can belt hair band rock like you, especially while driving a boat.

Cabot: Your ribbon dancing is almost as good as me. Almost, needs practice, have to visit more often.

Matty: You are an old man, you’ve been an old man since I met you, you will always be an old man. I love you.

If you haven’t watched my video on the Freshwater Regatta from STYC, you really should. I explain the origin of BMOB in detail there with some pith notes on sailing being too white. I also grace you with some epic special effects. (You are welcome Alex.)

John is one of my favorite people to sail with. He’s a natural, loves to learn, and is one of the most chill while simultaneously fun people in my life. We sailed from Friday Harbor over to Deer Harbor and had pizza at the infamous Island Pie this day. It was a very very good day. It’s always a good day with John around.

Life without your people just isn’t life.

DEEP GRATITUDE FOR MY FAMILY, GRATITUDE!