Sunday, August 12, 2012

Fishing Stories

Well it kind of went like this.  Once upon a time there was this:

 That wrought this:

 And this:

That became this:

 And then here:

 To here:

Then this:

To Finally this:

 The End.

Monday, August 6, 2012


It sure has been a time since my swiftly flying fingers found their way to my blog.  So much going on, so much to do, so much to NOT do, and even more that I want to do.  So, here I sit, Orange Spice Tea in hand, reflecting.

Just a couple short weeks ago I was here:

Doing this:




And I learned some things, relearned a few more, and came to realizations about others.  The most important "not so new" realization is that time is precious.  The time spent with my family making memories that will last me my entire lifetime - - is precious.

The beauty that surrounds us is just phenomenal.

I am an ocean girl right to the inner depths of my soul.  I don't think I could survive without that occasional fix.

I learned that fishing for albacore tuna is not for sissies.  And I ain't no sissy.

My mother is the most beautiful, genuine, incredible loving, sweetest lady on this planet.  She just is.  Period.  My dad is a fighter; a trooper; my hero.  My baby brother is an amazing man, gentle, kind and a great husband.  My sister (in-law) tickles me right to the bone.  She is genuine Oklahoma, and I love it, and her quick smile. And my man.... what a good, honest man.

Oregon was, as always, a lovely time filled with laughter, fishing, bridges, loverboy, cheese, Mo's, salty air, fog, and fun.