Friday night I raced home, showered, changed and packed threw our bags into the boat and realized Henri has some sort of eye-funk infection. I swear that this dog was sent to Earth to drive me to the poor house. I called the vet and of course they want her to come in on an emergency visit. I decided since it was not goobery-esk and just watery eyes, I would dose her up with some benadryl and call it a day. (A MUCH cheaper solution as well.) And what do you know… it worked. There was a significant reduction in the irritation and she was not scratching at her eyes. Go me.
Headed over and picked up the MIL (Mother-in-law) and BS (the live in boyfriend who knows everything about everything). Anyway, we got them all packed up and headed on up. We were kindly reminded about once every hour we should be up there already by BS who by the way, has the attention span of a gnat.
Saturday morning, we headed out before the sun got up (my LEAST favorite part about fishing) and we caught our share of crappies and white bass. Well, mostly I caught them, but hey… I’m not here to brag. The river was hella-choppy and the wind was nasty, so we opted for breakfast, a nap and some cards instead. The Lieutenant and BS filleted the fish and there was only one minor injury.
On the way back to shore, I took the opportunity to pretend I was a photographer and snapped a couple cool pictures.
We went back out Saturday night and I caught this monster. 6# and I have no idea how long it was. Just wanted to get the slimy stinky thing out of the boat, but oh boy was he fun to pull in.
Saturday night I learned a new card game. ‘Up Yours’. Entertaining, especially when drinking some sort of fruity cocktail with your MIL who lets the feisty out when the alcohol goes in. Seriously love that woman, especially when she is sassy.
Sunday we headed out again and the weather was more than anyone could ask for. Sunny, warm, with just enough breeze to distract the humming-birds, er, mosquitoes. The Lieutenant and I had a bet going to see who could outfish whom. Hate to spoil the ending, but I won by a landslide. I even switched to spin-bait while he remained with the minnows and jig-heads and I STILL won. 10-6. It just goes to prove that I am the bestest fisherwoman EVAH. I took the opportunity to snap some more pictures on the ride back to the dock. Some beautiful landscape.
Proof there is a little white trash in everyone, even the people that make 6-7 digit incomes.
And when you need a little pick me up… make your own rainbow.
I am also happy to say that I successfully backed the trailer into the water not once, not twice, but THREE times. I am getting good at this. BS was pretty upset that I did it and he didn’t because you know, I’m a woman and I just don’t know how to…
*Bernice twirls her hair around her finger whilst tilting her head to the side a little to attempt to understand the concept of doing something “manly”*
Seriously folks, this is just another reason why I love the Lieutenant. He is patient, kind and is all for me learning to do new things, even if it is just backing the trailer into the water. Sometimes it takes me a couple tries to get it just right, but he encourages me to keep trying. I am such a lucky gal. I mean, he even loves me when I am unshowered, covered in bug spray and fish slime with a bandana covering my greasy hair and a smelly ripped flannel keeping me warm. That’s what I call love folks. But then again, maybe he knows that underneath all the filth, there is a skirt wearing, makeup loving, high heel sporting hot chick. Yeah, that has to be it…
And finally, I leave you with the most disturbing, vile, skin crawl-inducing site that gives Crankyprof’s birthing frog a run for it’s money…
Tent worms.
Everywhere.
*shudder*
We cut them out of all the trees on the property and burned them. Nasty little bastards.
But that pales in comparison to finding a tick on your hand while in a moving vehicle. The first thing I did when we pulled in the driveway was strip down, throw all of my clothes in the washer and did a thorough tick check from head to toe. All while singing a little Brad Paisley in my head.
All in all, it was a decent weekend. I only had to resist the urge to slap BS once and that was on the ride home. Apparently he was trying to “prepare” us for when we have kids. It was at least 10 minutes solid of “Are we there yet? She’s touching me. I have to go to the bathroom. I’m hungry” etc etc. That wasn’t the worst part. That was when he was on the phone and yelling (his version of talking) for at least 20 minutes.
We made it home in one piece and that is all that matters. I put on my suit (jiggle be damned) and helped the Lieutenant wash/wax/vaccum the boat. I must say, I am the awesomest wife ever.
Sorry for being so random, sporadic and most likely very difficult to follow. I have a massive caffeine buzz going on right now and I just can't think straight. More to follow on the LT Bernice issue later...
Until then, another picture of my feet for your viewing pleasure.
1 comment:
Yay for strong women! That fish looks crazy big.
You continue to impress me, as always.
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