Tingles

April 2, 2007 at 10:47 pm (Crazy Shit)

I hadn’t seen you in what felt like forever. I heard your ring tone and saw the red light announcing it was you. We agreed to meet later and when we did, you shadowed me. When I stood with my back to you, a mere inch away, talking on the phone, you played with my hair.

I felt your breath on my neck and the voice on the other end of the phone became very distant. Time stood still as your lips grazed the crest of my shoulder and the side of my neck without ever touching me.

Breathless.

Powerless.

Floating.

I love it and I hate it.

I want it and I scorn it.

Pain, without love
Pain, I can’t get enough
Pain, I like it rough
‘Cause I’d rather feel pain than nothing at all

You’re sick of feeling numb
You’re not the only one
I’ll take you by the hand
And I’ll show you a world that you can understand
This life is filled with hurt
When happiness doesn’t work
Trust me and take my hand
When the lights go out you will understand

Pain, without love
Pain, I can’t get enough
Pain, I like it rough
‘Cause I’d rather feel pain than nothing at all
Pain, without love
Pain, I can’t get enough
Pain, I like it rough
‘Cause I’d rather feel pain than nothing at all

Anger and agony
Are better than misery
Trust me I’ve got a plan
When the lights go off you will understand

Pain, without love
Pain, I can’t get enough
Pain, I like it rough
‘Cause I’d rather feel pain than nothing at all
Pain, without love
Pain, I can’t get enough
Pain, I like it rough
‘Cause I’d rather feel pain than nothing
Rather feel pain

I know (I know I know I know I know)
That you’re wounded
You know (You know you know you know you know)
That I’m here to save you
You know (You know you know you know you know)
I’m always here for you
I know (I know I know I know I know)
That you’ll thank me later

Pain, without love
Pain, can’t get enough
Pain, I like it rough
‘Cause I’d rather feel pain than nothing at all
Pain, without love
Pain, I can’t get enough
Pain, I like it rough
‘Cause I’d rather feel pain than nothing at all
Pain, without love
Pain, I can’t get enough
Pain, I like it rough
‘Cause I’d rather feel pain than nothing at all
Rather feel pain than nothing at all
Rather feel pain

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The Fishing Trip

April 1, 2007 at 11:55 pm (Nate, The House)

I logged in to post about my fishing trip and found I was “Blog of the Minute.” How odd is that?  Ummmm…. whoooo hooooo!???! Yeah, anyway, Nate and I took the big fishing trip on Saturday. We were supposed to be at the lake at 7 a.m. for the stocking of the 2,000 lbs. of catfish to herald in the season.

 It rained. And rained. And rained. Ugh. But we fished anyway, just a bit later, more towards 9:30. Some really nice guys were beside of us and let Nate use one of their poles once they had caught their limit.  It could cast further than his and once they found a nice hole where the fish were biting, Nate reeled in two really nice sized fishies.

 Then, he kept getting nibbles but not enough to hook it. Finally, it took the bait, Nate set the hook, and landed flat on his rear as he fought and fussed around with Fish #3. You could see why when they finally netted it. What a cat! No, it wasn’t an award winning 85 pounder but it was a nice 6 1/2 pounder. 

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It’s the one hiding behind the smaller fish. And if it looks like Nate had been crying, well he had been. See, he wanted to keep the big fish in our BATHTUB!  No, no, no, no, no fish in my bathtub!  My dad allows the boys to fish at the farm but also allows them to throw them back.  Nate loves to fish but hates to kill the fish.

Well, I have no such problem. Or so I thought… I dumped the fishies in the big sink in the kitchen and set out to prepare them for cooking.  Oh, wait, where are my pliers… oh, yeah, somewhere at the house, maybe, if the pliers survived at all… and I’m tired and wet and starting my period and I don’t feel like going out for a freakin’ pair of pliers.  Yeah, and no hammer or nails to nail said catfish to a wooden block after killing said catfish with a blow to the head with a hammer or mallet, which I also don’t have.

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Don’t believe that garbage about fish not being able to survive out of water.

No hammer, no mallet, no nails, no pliers.  PLAN B! I cut their tails and bled them out by hanging them from the cabinets over the sink by the stringer. It looked like a slaughterhouse. TIP: This doesn’t really kill them either. They were all quite fussy about this process.

I took a tip from our good friend, Gollum, and finally slapped the smaller fishes’ heads against the cutting board. Gollum, if you will recall, slapped the fishes head on the rocks in Return of the King.  The first fish, well, it just took me pert near forever to skin that bastard.  The second one, forget it, I just scalded that puppy until I could just wipe the skin off. My dad fussed about that because, *whine* “It ruins the taste of the fish.”

Nope, tasted fine to me.

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But, that still left big fellow, who despite my best efforts, was still sort of breathing in the sink. This was not helped by the fact that Nate continued to pour water on said fish while I fussed. It was a fussy day.

I wrapped a scouring pad around the blade of my biggest knife and beat the crap out of that fish with the handle. Which really, just pissed it off so I beat it some more.  Then I cut off it’s tail, gutted it, washed it well, and wrapped it in foil a gozillion times, since the bastard left me one last reward… splaying its razor sharp barbed fins, so I had to resort to multiple layers of foil to ward off freezer burn.

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Then I tied plastic bags around it up over the fins and rearranged my entire freezer.

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And there shall it stay until I can take it to the farm where my father can skin it appropriately, as I didn’t have anything big enough to scald it in. 

 And that, was our fishing trip. I swear, I’d rather hunt for 8 hours in freezing temperatures, field dress 10 deer, and haul them all back to the house as to face one thick-skinned catfish.

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