We left San Francisco on February 10, 2010 with a plan to head south to Mexico and then make the innocently named "puddle jump" to the South Pacific (!!) this spring. From there, who knows?!?!?!? Maybe Fiji? Australia? New Zealand? For now, we're just thrilled to finally be out at sea! 
– I think the smell of even slightly over-cooked eggs has got to be one of the most repulsive odors ever. (And please don’t make me clean out the leftover dried-up egginess that remains in the pan.)
– There are some socks in the world that apparently are just not compatible with my feet and end up smelling really really really really bad after being stuffed into rubber boots for 6 hours (daresay I, they may smell more bad than the forementioned eggs) aaaaaaaaaaaaaand, to Matt’s dismay, I currently own three pairs of said socks.
– Thanks to Kristen and Ray, I’ve discovered that I really like brussell sprouts. Who knew!?!?
– The worst part of sailing so far is not the cold wind, the constant dampness, the lack of sleep… no, it’s the ENDLESS supply of dirty dishes we seem to generate that I have to spend entire days cleaning (I actually came to tears last night after laughing with Matt about this issue, finally sobbing on his shoulder, “I just don’t want to do them…”)
– The most efficient way to broil anything in our oven is to do it one item at a time, placed almost as far to the left as you can get it, rotated 90 degrees every minute
– Just because you’re in San Diego, it won’t necessarily be 80 degrees and sunny. It actually does rain and can be fairly crappy, wet and cold… or maybe that’s just when we’re here.
– It’s surprisingly not as hard as you’d think to use the head (i.e. toilet) when the boat is pitching violently back and forth
– Glass dishes don’t do well in gimbaled ovens (and, similarly, brownies aren’t nearly as appetizing when they have glass shards in them)
– The silly boat really likes to sail, so much so that she will strive to do more than 5 knots even with just a double-reefed mainsail! (the desire to sail is good, but, seriously – when you decrease the sail area that much, you generally expect the boat to slow down)
– Even when you think you have everything stowed pretty well, there is always something you’ve forgotten (like the drawers in the icebox that will slide heavily back and forth, making horrible bashing and crashing sounds and making you dread opening the lid for fear that it will smell like sauerkraut and pickle juice and mustard and white wine, perhaps with some mayo on the side) or the cabinet with the cups in it that hurls a mug at you every time you open it while underway
The stuff hurling out of cupboards at you sounds like when my sister and I would ride in the back of the camper when we were young. Soda is nasty stuff too when it flies without warning! Also – you need to go get some thin wool socks for your rubber boots, nylon socks stink (both literally and figuratively!)