About Dana

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I'm a dichotomy of blue jeans, pretty jewelry, frugalista, and Southern girl living the simple rural life. I want to live my life holistically, thoughtfully, economically, and most of all gratefully, and encourage other women to do the same.

Thursday, March 22, 2012

Big Bass is Big Fun

My son is enamored with fishing. Which is interesting because I generally think you need to STOP TALKING while fishing. And he really likes talking.

But apparently, he stopped talking long enough to catch a string of bream and one big bass this weekend in the river behind our home.
He is so proud of the bass. I heard the whole story.

He found a "honey hole." Don't know how he learned the fishing lingo, but he appears to have learned it.

He's already planning this weekend's fishing trip with his Cub Scout group.

I hope it's not a tale about the one that got away. I've heard that one before.

I hope it's another honey hole story. Those kinds of stories are what little boys' childhoods are made of, and I want him to remember these events. And there's a bonus - they're free memories (unless you count my husband's task of cleaning the fish. He doesn't think that's free or fun).

I cook 'em, but I don't clean 'em. I'm not THAT country.

Have a happy day.


Tuesday, March 20, 2012

When I wanted to be Captain's Tennille

I recently celebrated another birthday, which always puts me in a pensive mood. By now, I've learned to stop wishing I had thinner thighs or straighter hair or any of those nonsense things God didn't designate for me.

But I do remember when....

I wanted to be Captain's Tennille. Don't laugh. It was 1976, and that hair was cool. I wanted to make mine turn under all the way around my head like that. Alas, I have always had curly and wavy hair, and the job proved very hard for my young hands and round brush.

I wanted to be Farah Fawcett. The wings. Oh, it was all about the wings.

I thought Suzanne Somers would be nice to be like. Nice hair. Nice smile. I like her now, too, just for different reasons (bioidentical hormones, anyone?). And she's a survivor and has reinvented herself many times. I like that a lot.

Now, at this seasoned (ahem) age, I am happy to be me. Although it wouldn't hurt to have a dose of Lucille Ball's feistiness and perseverance thrown in for good measure.

Love who you are.