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.
Love,
TCB
About Dana
- The Country Belle
- 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
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.
TCB
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.
TCB
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