As stated in the last post, some folks really suck at this post about life everyday kind of stuff because frankly some lives are as dull as dishwater. Not complaining about life in general, because the blessings abound.
Therefore, Gone Fishing. But never said for what. Gone fishing for you. Gonna track you down and smother you in pithy comments and look up your family tree, criminal record, driver’s license, Congressman, SAT Scores, dreams and WOW factor and maybe do a royal editorial.
Gone Fishing.
Note: Did You notice nowhere were the pronouns I, me, my, mine, bighead, used in the above two paragraphs? Try it. See how hard it is to post without Them.
(Image ganked from R.D. Bailey BASS Club who apparently ganked it from someone else. Origin unknown. It says, “Image may be subject to copyright.” And then again, maybe not. Who has a way of knowing these things. Picture is of a Micropterus salmoides chasing a Zara Spookis Snag Yourlipus.)
I like to try to cram as many first person pronouns into a post as I can. Me, me me — it’s all about me.
Sick of me yet? Happy fishing — see you on the banks.
My family tree has so many branches you can get lost two generations back. I have had one moving violation in my lifetime, but no arrest record, that I am aware of. SAT scores were average and the only office I have ever run for was in the financial aid world, so it really doesn’t count. I am a public servent in my every day life, who needs the title.
Hope to hear from you soon one way or the other!
First person pronouns? Never heard of ‘em.
Here’s the deal for a weekend trip; I never understood the attraction of preparing to pack a “dry bag” for three days out on a fishing boat; making sure you have the right brand of silver tequilla (took the whole bottle darn it); took enough good hand rolled cigars for two weeks; then is now watching in the living room (finished packing now that I have washed his jeans and folded, etc) the new Star Wars DVD movie. Life must be lopsided or something thats all I have to say except I’ve got the three lab dogs. ‘Boy Howdy’ what trouble can we get into?