Logan, Our pint sized Fisherman!

Pawpaw’s latest fishing partner has been jumping out of the bed early this past week; retrieving his fishing pole and waiting by the back door with great anticipation of catching Moby Dick.

After they get to the lake I get a phone call from their cell phone with one excited pint sized fisherman screaming about the fish he caught. One after another he catches them, though they are not that big yet he imagines them to be huge. He can see that trophy on the mantle already for the fish he catches. This makes him and Pawpaw both very happy. Pawpaw has a fishing partner and pint sized fisherman has learned a new skill, even opening the fishes mouth to remove the hook.

Most of the catch gets thrown back into the lake to grow some more which upsets Pint size fisherman but there are a few keepers. Last count: Big Fisherman – 7 and Pint Size Fisherman – 8! Look out Pawpaw, you are being out fished.

Bitch and Moan

What is the matter with people? What? What? What? Are we all so insecure we can’t even leave a full car length between our cars? Is it Road Hog or Linus syndrome? Today I took a little trip through town when I saw this big, red, SUV - - an Expedition come barreling up behind my van. It looked as though I would have a red Expedition shoved up the rear of my van. I sped up - - the SUV sped up. I changed lanes - - the SUV changed lanes. Still on my rear, pushing me to my destination practically, my mind began to play games - - is this person rushing to the hospital because their child is choking to death; is this person rushing to a fire because they are a volunteer; is this person having chest pains and in need of immediate medical attention? WHAT!!!!!?????? Do I make this person feel more secure (like the proverbial blankie) by being oh sooooo close?

I glanced over at the vehicles in the lane next to me - - shoved up as close as they could go to the cars in front of them - - like box cars hooked to an engine. Not one car length remained between any of them. I am claustrophobic, even with my van. Sooo, I finally went through a light (legally, I might add) and changed lanes because I was needing to make a turn to go home. The red SUV came barreling up in the lane beside me. I got a good look. No it wasn’t a person in trouble. It was a young woman, perhaps in her 30’s and she turned in to the Lifetime Workout Center. Gosh I guess she could feel the Donkey Donk Butt gaining on her.