It’s still Sunday, -- well, it was when i wrote this-- but it's monday a.m. now- 5:35, to be exact. but I felt like writin. i Just didn't want to overtake soulmans’ post day. Looks like picking a weekend day was a bad idea. Weekends are always slow in blogland. I’m not too sure about you folks, but I was either gone, or asleep out here most of the entire weekend.
* side note- (seein as it is now monday, and not sunday-- when i say yesterday-- that would be saturday-- and of course today would be sunday... i spose if i get to a point that i acually speak of today--as in monday-- i'll just have to say monday.)
Yesterday I fished, slept, watched tv, and slept some more. i bet you wish you had my life?
And today was much of the same.
Except today I fished longer, got hotter, caught more fish, and slept less.
but you know-- nuthin good happened in the way of fishin, before a few "soul moments"
such as :
that's my finger-- literally stuck between the handle and the reel. for a while i wasn't sure i was gettin out of that--without callin hubby to come rescue
me. but , after several minutes of pain and perseverance , i prevailed-and escaped. it's cuz i'm me you know. stuff like that only happens to me, and y'all know it. :))
and yesterday-- wanna see yesterdays catch-o'-the-day?
this was actually off of two different casts--
the black thing? a six foot "zip up bag" of some type- has a handle- says pugg (somethin) on it-
ugh--- and a big ole branch- covered with moss and fishin line-- AND one of MY fishin rigs-- a hook, rotted plastic tube bait, tungstun weight, and glass bead.
yep- i saved the weight and bead--and kept the bag-
no idea what i'll do with the bag yet.
so friggin fun.
And today I actually got a nice fish.
this guy should be dedicated to jamie--perhaps i'll break my code of fishermans' honor, and package a few for her to grill up on one of her nicer days out there.
yes jamie, i'll clean em first :))
I haven’t pulled one like that outta the pond since it got hot out here. Well, not counting when they were hittin on jigs for a while. But then they just shut down for the longest time.
Except for the tiny little bastards. Soulman would catch some decent ones but I was just getting like six inch things. I was startin to get pissed. Well, today I just skipped over “my spot”, and traveled down to the opposite end where I almost never ever fish anymore, and I started catchin em once I moved away from the plastics and jigs, and used crankbaits and spinnerbaits—and voila.
this was the first for the day,
i was afraid they would all be like him, but out of three,
there were only two like that. :))
I don’t know what their deal is, but they decided they want crankbaits now. And that’s what I got all my fish for the last two days or three days on.. the same crankbait. I’m gonna cry when I lose it somewhere. I stole it from soulman on Friday – I guess. Hell maybe it was Saturday—had to be friday morning. When I got my first fish on it.
(which would be this wimpy guy)
it was brand new outta the package—when we started, but —after 2 fish— when we left-
I told soulman he had to get himself a new one, cuz this crankbait was now mine:))
and he let me keep it.
this, is a fish catchin machine !
Raine-- go getcha one-- :))
--hmmm, well, I think I’m mental.. I don’t know what day it was, but it wasn’t Saturday with soulman… I went alone on Saturday and today, so maybe it was friday morning before he went to work?
—but it doesn’t matter really. Does it? I can go mental alone right?
So anyhow—here’s some pix, for your viewing pleasure :))
And that my friends, is my weekend…
Oh—cept for these—this was Friday—after school---
Me and soulkid—she had to take some pictures for her photo journalism class, so we went to do that and here’s a few we took that day--
I just got all kindsa distracted because I went and cruised blogland for the last hour or so. Yes, spur of the moment like that. It happens sometimes. I seriously think something is wrong with my brain at times. I have no focus at all anymore. But that’s alright I reckon. At least that’s what everyone says. So whatever. I’ll just go with it. I don’t care anymore.
Do you—or y’all or whoever—realize, that in half a day—this day—half of it—i—by myself—without sharing—have managed to consume half—ok—more than half, of a package of frickin banana split oreos. That is just nothing short of wrong. Not to mention sickening. Seriously.. sickening. Gut wrenching, gag me , sickening. I don’t like sweet stuff. Yet lately I’m on some sort of sugar “something”. I eat it all the time . and lots of it. like for three or four days. Candy, donuts, oreos. WTF is up with that.? I bet I’ve gained five or ten pounds. It’s insane. I’m a fruit and veggie, and meat gal. unsweet tea, water, black coffee, that kinda thing. Occasionally I do the peanut butter m&m craving thing. I have gone completely overboard lately. If it was a drug, someone woulda locked me up by now. Crazy. If my pants zip tomorrow, I’ll be surprised . if they don’t, I’ll cry. But either way—I must stop with the sugar. Lest I explode.
Speaking of tomorrow--- it’s the beginning of a brand new week. I wonder what that means. I know that for some—in the soul crib—it could mean a lot. But I have no idea what that is, or could be, and I won’t, until Tuesday afternoon. It’s been over a week that I have had this feeling of not having control . it’s not good either. I feel like I don’t have control of what will happen, I don’t have any idea of what may happen, and the control I should have of what should happen.. doesn’t happen, so even there, I have no control. So? How do I handle my lack of control??? I don’t. That’s how.
I simply gave up on even trying. I did try. Til about maybe Saturday. Then I threw in the towel. And gave the hell up. To who? I do not know. The control gods I reckon. They can have it. they can have it all. and they can get back to me. They can just send me a fuckin memo. Cuz I’m done worryin about it. and everything else.
Al I do is worry about it, and sleep. Or try to sleep. Or sit and stare at the walls. Or my list. Sleep, write, worry, think. Repeat.
So. Anyhow. There ya go.
here comes Souls' head, in a box.