BYOB Week

On this the last week of classes for the PR department, I would like to propose a Bring Your Own Boat week.

That's right folks, those of you who are users of the boat theory and those who may not have tried it, sail your way to that finish line. Party Pontoon, Catamaran, Sail or High Power Speed Boat, whatever your choice.

Remember, all things can be overcome. If a situation gets too tough, think of your boat and soldier on. You will make it. I promise the sun will rise tomorrow and new opportunities are around every bend.

De-stress!

Hey Folks. Rhiannon here with your mid-week escape.

Here's another song that brings a smile to my face and usually some crazy dance moves! Let it transport you away from your stress and onto that party pontoon!



Also, for those for you who want soemthing to rage out to. Here's one that I enjoy. It does contain some mature language, but they should all be muted out.

A'hoy ye landlovers.

This week I would like to encourage you to take a deep breathe. Take a step back from the over-whelming work load that the upcoming spring always seems to bring.

Okay, so you're stressed. Things have to accomplished yes. I know there is no way around that fact. But you don't have to let the stress effect other parts of you're life.

Had a stressful day at work or school? May I suggest a fun radio station on the commute home, a quick picture in your mind of a beautiful sunset from the bow of your boat, a deep breathe and leave it all behind. Enjoy the time you have away from what is causing your stress. Spend some time with people you care about.

This week my recommendation is to breathe. Let it out like the tide, a nice deep breathe will refresh you.

It's that time again!

Hello again everyone. It's time for the mid-week musical escape.

I thought I would change things up with a song that always makes me happy!

Now please enjoy, without further adieu....

Safety Dance, Men Without Hats!!!

Picture This

A boat where dreams meet reality. Thanks to Sharon who brought this beast to my attention!

Here are some images for those of you who might be having trouble imagining your boat. If I had the money to cruise around in this I think I would certainly be more stress free.

This boat includes:

Three decks, a 25 meter pool, a spa, helicopter pad, sauna, gym and massage room, a promenade of 130 meters, a music room, a dining room, a cinema, sun decks, suites, terraces, a lounge, etc.

The decks are connected by stairs but there is also an elevator.

 

It uses green energy to 20 to 30% fuel savings and 40 to 50% electricity consumption on board. Therefore there are 900 m2 equipped with solar panels, producing a daily output of 500 kW.

 

The master suite.

The living space is amazing!

 

Has seating for 12 passengers and 20 crew.

How my boat led me to world domination.

What's better then a night in and a board game with good friends? Uncontested global domination! But the road to becoming the world leader is filled with game playing, name-calling, alliance dodging and a cunning poker face. This does not bring out the best in people! You enter the room with 5 friends, then magically with the placement of little plastic people you are dealing with an every man for himself, war-zone.

I know what the game of RISK can do to people, I am veteran of many games now. I even recall saying to the group before we started, "I don't like what people become during this game." That is why I now bring to my army, a naval division. I am commander and chief in my own private ship where I am free to see the board and my strategies without the mind games.

This is the game board as we started placing the reinforcements. Even then people played their strategies and trying to out the other person's strategy for their gain.

After playing the game for a little while, lines have been drawn. Some panic sets in. Some bad rolls, losing armies in your defense. It's easy to get distracted from the main goal. To outlast! I headed to my boat to regroup. Sitting back, watching who was trying to do what.

Being able to separate myself from the hectic world of risk and remain calm really helped me. A visit to my boat, this one happened to be very old-world British fleet inspired, was my sanctuary. Other people were put onto boats and set a float. One by one, the armies fell around me.

And the yellow army rejoiced. The war was over and we had won.

Sailing with Rod Stewart

When I hear this I am automatically transported to my boat!

The first time I saw this video I was sitting in Pontypridd, Wales with family all around laughing and having a great time. The memory inspires that calm happiness in me.



Or check out this video of a young Rod on a boat singing his heart out.
Click Here

What songs transport you to your boat, or happy place? Is it better if it's a soft song? Or do you need to be rocking out?

Lost at sea. Storming and confused.

It's very easy to say "It's on the boat." Sometimes, as much as you want it to be on the boat a storm has come and swirling thoughts take over.


I have been known to get lost at sea. I somehow strayed from the shipping lanes and am now trapped in a storm, my only thought is the exact thing I am trying to forget about. Feeling down on myself for the decisions that were made or something I can't change.

As time goes by, I have realized that weather is a part of any sailing trip. We are only human. Emotions can get the better of us. The key is to realize you are stuck in a storm, but all storms do pass. So batten down the hatches and enjoy the ride.

Everyday of life is a new adventure. The mantra I have chosen to repeat to myself is "I'm new and I'm trying." I may not know everything. In fact, I am convinced I will never know everything. I am not going to stop pushing forward because of fear of the unknown. The best discoveries have been made by embracing the unknown and rolling with the punches.

Escape for a while.

Mid-week escape.

Here's a video for a laugh. Hope you enjoy!



or click Here.

Warning: Video contains mature language.
Thanks to YOUTUBE and SNL, creators of the video.

Setting course for sunnier skies.

I had been sitting in that airport jail holding tank for nearly 3 hours just running over the situation in my head.

Immigration officer: "Hello and welcome to United Kingdom. What brings you here?"
Me: "I'm here to see the sights and then start my new job."
Immigration officer: "I see, and did you chat with the British High Commission before coming?"
Me: "Yes, and they said because I am a dual citizen all I need are these papers."
Immigration officer: " But you traveled here on your Canadian passport."
Me: "They didn't tell me to do any differently."
Immigration officer: " Well, I am afraid I can't let you in the country. You'll have to come with me.

AHHHHH! I am now freaking out. I am trying to make the biggest move of my life and instead I am being hauled off to airport jail. How did I get here?

Okay, so paperwork is the devil. I had all my paperwork in order for my big move to England but because I showed up on the wrong passport I was locked up in the immigration holding tank for 9 hours awaiting what I was told was an "immediate deportation".

I spent the first three hours thinking the situation out in my head, swinging from angry to scared to bawling my eyes out and back again. After emotionally exhausting myself, I came to the conclusion that I couldn't do anything to change the situation in that state. This, my friends, was the first time I stepped onto the boat I now so frequently visit.

In that moment, I pictured myself on a catamaran in a calm cove off the coast of some tropical island. The air-conditioning now served as a cool ocean breeze blowing by my face. I could feel the sun shining down on me even though I was in a windowless holding room. I took a deep breath and opened my eyes.

In the hours that followed, I knew my outlook had changed. I was a calmer, more clear thinking person. Even when I was being taken to get my fingerprints and mugshot taken I was able to laugh about the situation with the officers. They let me make some phone calls and I was able to speak to the head of immigration and plead my case. I negotiated myself a ten day pass into the country so I could secure my job and living arrangements, but still had to return to Canada and go back on my British passport, bureaucratic and silly but a compromise none-the-less.

Thanks to my boat, I was able to get through the situation and now have a hilarious story about how I spent 9 hours in airport jail. Since then, I have visited my catamaran and sailed the world over. Whether I am stuck in a job I hate to pay the bills or worried about receiving those results that could change my life, I know I can face the world.

*sunrise picture provided by: science.nayland.school.nz/.../images/sunrise.jpg