Blue Angels

I've become obsessed with the Blue Angels.  Going to their practices is about the coolest thing you can do in Pensacola.  I've gone to two so far and Matt thinks I'm a junkie.  Matt doesn't get it because he hasn't gone yet - but I think he's going to take a day off in June so that he can.  I'm pretty excited about it.  I also intend on taking everyone who comes to visit to a practice just so I have another excuse to go.  Even though I don't really need an excuse because last time I went I went by myself just because I wanted to go so badly.

I think the best part of the show is when you can't see them - you're just twirling around trying to figure out where they're gonna come from and the BOOM! they fly right over you and you nearly poo your pants because it's so loud.  And then you get so excited because you were just so surprised that ANOTHER ONE COMES OUT OF NOWHERE!  And you're like touche, Blue Angels, touche.

It's like reliving the Fourth of July every time you see them.  When they fly by super fast you just want to say, "God Bless America".  I think Matt is a little disappointed that the Army doesn't have anything that evokes this feeling from me.  I still love my little solider man anyways.

Since there are no professional sport teams in Pensacola the Blue Angels are kinda like the home team.  Which I kinda like because you don't have to change your allegiance from one team to another.  I always hated it when we were in Atlanta when people didn't understand why we weren't Falcons fans.  I always said to them if THEY moved to Chicago would THEY because Bears fans?  Of course not.  You stick with your team.  Well, I've never had a Thunderbirds or Blue Angels preference before.  Now I do.

On Wednesdays when they practice you can go into the Naval Aviation Museum and meet the pilots and get autographs, pictures, stalk, just chat with them.  I felt that it would be weird if I went and did that alone so instead I took the more psycho-stalker option and just took pictures from above.  I'm a creeper.

Laundry Room

Our laundry room used to be lacking in about every aspect - color, function, storage and organization.

It was just a blank slate... but it's actually a decent sized blank slate.  It's fairly deep so once you get the washer and dryer in you still have lots of room to take advantage of.  But that shelving up there was no doing it.  Not only does it limit how much goes up, but everyone gets to see it, too.  Not going to work.  So I added the same color I put in the bathroom I painted already, slapped some organization to the walls and voila! - a room you'd actually want to spend some time in.  (Sorry the pictures are a bit blurry - I'm not sure why they are).

The organization pegboard that Matt and his Dad made for me one weekend.  It's actually pretty easy to do and makes things look a lot nicer.  Here's the post for instructions.  I basically did everything she did, but you can modify it to fit your space pretty easily.

Just some decorations on the shelf.  The yellow ceramic carton is actually useful - I put loose change and things I find in pockets in it.  The owl is also a vase, but he's just there to look pretty.

The hanging thing on the left is a drying rack.  We air-dry certain things fairly often so it's nice to have a place to do it instead of just draped on random chairs in the kitchen.  The sign on the right I found at Kirklands last night and it basically sums up my attitude about laundry - "Sort tomorrow, Wash later, Dry someday, Fold maybe, Iron never".  

And here is the whole she-bang.  This room is done.