Yacht Watching February 5, 2008
Posted by Emily in : Islands, Princess Hannah , 3commentsA new day, a new yacht. Hannah knows boats like other kids know cars. A few days ago, we spotted this yacht out on the ocean headed straight for Saba. We thought it might be “The Octopus” (if you know yachts like we do down here, you would know the Octopus is the largest yacht in the world) which has come to Saba four or five times since we have lived here. Yes, the enormous yacht moors off Saba and Paul Allen is somewhere exploring the “Unspoiled Queen“.
I was very curious to see if it was indeed the Octopus, so I loaded Hannah in the car and away we drove to the other side of the island to Wells Bay (where it was headed) to take some photos and maybe spot a few celebrities. 
When we arrived at Wells Bay, I could clearly see that although this yacht was big, it was not the monstrosity yacht, the Octopus. Still, I was curious to find out about it so I snapped a few photos. When I got home I was able Google the name of the yacht and to my surprise, it belongs to my previous boss!
The Yacht “Limitless”
The yacht Limitless, (I should have recognized the font on the boat. It is The Limited’s font) is owned by Leslie Wexner, the man who started the retail company “The Limited” back in the 60′s. He is the CEO of the following companies: Bath & Body Works, Victoria’s Secret (I used to manage a VS store in Texas), Henri Bendel, White Barn Candle Company, Express, The Limited (I managed a store in Utah) and others I’m sure. The man practically owns all of Columbus, Ohio.
We didn’t see Les Wexner (or anyone for that matter). They must have been SCUBA diving or something. I did however, see a lot of Saba on my way home. I had the camera with me (something I don’t usually take in the car for a ride) and I took pictures of the drive across the island back to my house. Keep in mind that ALL THE PICTURES were taken from the driver’s seat of my car. I did this for two reasons:
1. I was too lazy to pull over and pry my pregnant butt of the seat, and I wanted to photograph Saba from the car.
2. I wanted to show how beautiful the drive is on Saba.
This is a “Saba Basket Ball Hoop”. I found this in The Bottom.
This is in The Bottom. It is the only “covered” street (by trees of course) on the island.
This is in The Bottom.
This house, which is in The Bottom, is still celebrating Christmas in February.
This is a view of The Bottom (the Capital village) from the village of St. Johns. In the upper left hand side of the photo, you can see “Whale Back Mountain”.
“Whale Back Mountain” as viewed from St. Johns Village.
This is The Bottom as viewed from St. Johns.
This is a house in St. Johns. I have never really noticed it because it is on a tight corner that requires both eyes on the road and both hands on the wheel if you don’t have a death wish. I pulled over to take some photos of Whale Back Mountain and this house directly faces that mountain. What a beautiful view this house has!
This photo was taken while I was driving through St. Johns.
This road leads down to the Elementary, Middle, and High School in St. Johns.
These buildings are the Schools I just mentioned. They are literally located on a cliff that drops into the ocean!
This is “The Saba Road”. If you don’t take this corner in St. Johns carefully, you will find yourself and your car floating off in the Sea.
Entering the Village of Windwarside.
This is a church in Windwardside. Again, this view is from my car on “The Road”.
This is Windwardside in the foreground and The Level is in the background.
These steps will take you to the top of Mount Scenery. It is a serious hike to the top!
I am entering the village of Hells Gate. I live on a cliff like those other crazy houses.
I would have photographed more as I entered Hells Gate, but the batteries in my camera died. Please come visit us, we leave paradise in 90 days!
Required to Think for Himself February 5, 2008
Posted by Emily in : My Handsome Husband , add a commentLet’s just say that I take my job as a wife and a mother very seriously. Maybe too seriously. I make a lunch for David every morning to take to school, I do ALL the laundry, make all the meals, clean the house daily, (it’s more like a “spring cleaning” I do every day because I am obsessed with a living in a clean house) do the dishes, etc. You get the point. I do everything humanly possible around this house everyday, so my husband doesn’t have to use his brain when he is at home. Medical School uses a lot of brain cells, including the ones that you need for day to day stuff, apparantly.
Last night I made some baked beans. Why? Because I was craving them, and when you CRAVE something, you never, ever, ever, allow your pregnant self to be deprived. Since David does not cook, (well, let’s clarify. He makes cold cereal and he can grill steak and chicken) he is subjected to eating whatever I am craving.
Last night was one of those “fend for yourself for dinner” nights. Usually, on nights like this, you can find David sitting at his computer eating a sleeve of Ritz Crackers, a banana, or anything he can get his hands on that you can pop into your mouth. He noticed the beans on the stove and said, “What are these?” I know he was really “speaking woman” and meant, “I am hungry. I have no idea what this is, but I would like to eat it and I would LOVE it if you would dish some up for me on a pretty plate and hand feed it to me.” I am fluent in understanding woman, so I know this is what he meant.
I explained that they were baked beans and he could eat some. (Meaning, they were not earmarked for another purpose.) He was standing at the stove, hands on his hips, eying his “dinner” and he literally said this to me:
“Now what?”
“NOW WHAT? WHAT DO YOU MEAN?”
“Now what do I do?”
Trying to wipe the laugh off my face, I told him, “GET A PLATE and DISH some BEANS onto the PLATE. The SALT and PEPPER are in the CUPBOARD next to the CUPBOARD where you can find a PLATE.”
Fortunately, David does know his way around the kitchen, (he does dishes and puts them away when he has time) so I was not required to get up and assist him.
I’m not sure if David found this situation to be as funny as I did. I’m just wondering if doing all this “extra stuff” for him is hindering his ability to think for himself.
