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How to fish like a girl

100_0954Day 2: Educate us on something you know a lot about or are good at. Take any approach you’d like (serious and educational or funny and sarcastic)

Disclaimer: Any professional bass anglers should stop reading RIGHT NOW. The three amigos in this article are not professionals, and fish only for the thrill of feeling a tug on the line and potentially landing a whopper—or at least getting said whopper close enough to the boat to inspire a magnificent fish tale with which to bore awe family and friends. We do not compete in tournaments (not sanctioned ones, anyway…there always seems to be some sort of contest within the boat), nor do we fish to fill our plates. We are strictly catch-and-release, recreational fisher persons. Therefore, our choice of tackle and our bass fishing techniques are a bit…ummm…unorthodox and would likely offend any real bass pros.

Step 1: Choose appropriate fishing buddies. A hubby who’s willing to paddle the boat is a good choice, and a friend with the connections to gain access to a nice, quiet, well-stocked pond is a must.

Step 2: Stake out your real estate in the boat. Male anglers may only use one lure the entire day, but they are still going to bring Prius-sized tackle boxes and an unwieldy jumble of rods which they are going to try to stow in your space. Make it seem like you are not being territorial by offering to keep the minnow bucket at your feet (this increases their re-baiting time, giving you greater odds of getting a bite while their lines are out of the water).

004-023-cotton-candy-finesse-wormStep 3: Set up your equipment—quickly! The boys are going to try to get the best spots, so you must act fast. Two rods are encouraged, because inevitably one is going to get hung just when your companions are having a run of good luck, and they are not going to move the boat so you can get unstuck. Preferably, rig one line with a bobber and a feisty, active minnow (professionals, I TOLD you not to read this!!), and the other with an artificial lure like a ZOOM® finesse worm in cotton candy (read pink with glitter), spritzed liberally with garlic spray.

Step 4: Cast out your lines. If it’s been a while since your last outing, it’ll take a couple casts to get the feel of things again, so don’t be surprised when your carefully chosen, feisty, active minnow flies off the hook, lands halfway across the pond, then swims for freedom, and don’t be discouraged when your artificial worm wraps itself securely around the oak limb overhanging the bank. The boys’ll still be busy rooting through their massive tackle boxes to find THE lure with which to out-fish the other, so you’ve got time to paddle over to the offending tree to rescue the tangled worm (once their lines are in the water, though, any entanglements will be met with choruses of “Cut the line! Cut the line!”). Reel your lines back in, untangle, rebait, and try again.

Step 5: Fish. The minnow is fairly low-maintenance…it will swim around, dragging the bobber across the top of the pond as it searches for a sunken log to hide under, and in the process will eventually run into a hungry bass. Until then, you are free to actively fish the artificial worm. Cast it into shady areas near the bank, and reel it back in slowly, giving the pole a little twitch periodically so the lure looks and acts like a real drowning worm. Repeat.

Step 6: Switch on autopilot. Lose yourself in the repetitiveness of casting out and reeling in. Become absorbed in the turtles sunning on a log, the heron fishing on the opposite bank, the osprey circling overhead. Tune out the fish stories being traded by your companions, mentally compose your grocery list, plan your post-fishing snack from WaWa.

Step 7: Check your minnow. Glance over at the last known location of your bobber and notice that it is missing. Good gosh, how long has it been gone? Drop the pole with the artificial worm (it’s a good idea to release the bail on the spinning reel, because inevitably this worm is going to embed its hook into some massive underwater obstruction which will otherwise pull your rod out of the boat) and grab the pole with the minnow. Keeping the rod tip down, begin reeling slowly until you feel pressure on the line, then snap the tip up with a clean over-the-shoulder jerk to set the hook. This motion will cause great commotion amongst the fishing buddies as they abandon their own lines and struggle to discover, “What’s she got?”

Step 8: Land your fish. Assuming you have indeed hooked a fish and not a log, carefully take in the line. This is a delicate dance, two steps forward, three steps back, as the fish will weave, bob, dive, and leap in an attempt not to get anywhere near the boat. Your companions will be shouting all kinds of advice, “Give him some slack! Reel faster! Keep the tip up!” but tune it out and let your actions be directed by the fish on your line. As the bass tires and begins to submit to your will, ask a fishing buddy to ready the net to help land the beast, because until visual contact has been established and proves otherwise, every bite must be considered “the big one” and there is no worse feeling than getting “the big one” within arm’s length then having it whack its face on the boat, dislodging the hook so it can swim merrily back to its family.

Step 9: Gloat. Unhook the bass, grin engagingly, bat your eyes, and ask someone to pass the scale. Weigh the fish. Measure its length. Pose for pictures. Carefully release “the big one” back into the pond. As you rinse your hands, casually say, “Not bad for a girl, eh? That’s one for me, how many for you guys?”

 

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A fish tale, brought to you by Jenni’s blog-every-day challenge at Story of My Life.

 
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Posted by on August 2, 2013 in Challenges, On Me, True Life

 

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That’s not my name!

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Day 1: The story of your life in 250 words or less (or one paragraph… no one will be counting your words… probably).

Born Karen Michelle on July 25, 1972, in small town, Ohio, I spent the next 33 years informing anyone who called me Karen that my real name was Michelle. Due to my dad’s job, my family upped stakes and moved every few years, an experience that, as a very shy child, I hated with a passion, but for which I’m deeply grateful now. Wanting to be near rooted family members, I chose a college halfway between my mom and my dad’s childhood homes, which allowed me to indulge in the grandmothers’ love and home-cooking on school breaks. Armed with a biology degree and no idea what I wanted to be when I grew up, I stuck around my college town after graduation and started to put down roots. After working several years each as a veterinary assistant (gaining enough experience to decide that I definitely did not want to go to vet school) and as a picture framer/retail manager (because it was about as different from being a veterinary assistant as I could get), I finally went back to school to become an elementary teacher. Joining the local Lions Club nabbed me a husband, and when he gave me his last name on New Year’s Eve 2005, I promptly moved my maiden name to the middle position and petitioned the court to make Michelle my legal first name. Now it doesn’t matter how much trouble I’m in, I don’t have to sheepishly await for someone to holler, “Karen Michelle!” 🙂

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Exactly 250 words, brought to you by Jenni’s blog-every-day challenge at Story of My Life.

 
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Posted by on August 1, 2013 in Challenges, On Me, True Life

 

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In excess

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Digger, a friend and loyal follower of this blog, recently submitted a question for Deep Thought Thursday:

You have one too many.  What do you do?

I’ve tried repeatedly to ponder my answer to this question, but every time I look at it, Kenny Chesney starts singing in my brain, “One is one too many, one more is never enough.” It’s been difficult to get past the earworm to my real thoughts on the subject.

First of all, I’m not sure I can think of a situation where I would consider having one too many as a problem. For every scenario I’ve been able to come up with, I’d consider myself blessed to have an extra of anything.

That being said, an extra isn’t necessarily always convenient. Especially when one has some OCD tendencies that she tries to keep hidden. I like it when things are as they are supposed to be, and I don’t have to work too hard.

So basically what it all boils down to is, I don’t have a one-size-fits-all answer to this question. It would depend entirely on one too many what?

For example, if I had one too many Oreos (say I was trying to divide the rest of the package equally among x Oreo lovers) I would surreptitiously eat the extra one to eliminate the inequality. Then I would have to be careful not to breathe near the hubby if he were one of the Oreo lovers. He is a human cookie breathalyzer. From a hundred paces. And more than happy to call me out for sneaking one.

In a completely unrelated vein, I have been collecting antique door knobs for years with the intention of attaching them to a board to make a coat rack. I have no idea how many knobs I have now, since some are in storage. I need an odd number for the project, and there’s a really good chance I’ve got one too many (for all I know, I have five too many by now). If that’s the case, I’d list the extra(s) for sale on ebay, in hopes that someone else out there is looking for single, mismatched door knobs for a special project.

If I had one too many people coming to dinner, I’d have to consider in what way s/he was too many. Do I have one too few chairs? If so, I’d drag out my paint-spattered folding step-stool, and I’d wedge my butt between its handles while I enjoyed the extra person’s company during the meal. Does my lasagna recipe feed eight, but this person makes a party of nine? In that case, I’d make a double recipe, and have hearty leftover lunches for the coming week.

I am nothing if not resourceful. One too many of anything isn’t going to throw me off for very long. Give me a minute to think, and I’ll make it seem like whatever number I’ve got is exactly the number I meant to have.

 
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Posted by on July 25, 2013 in Deep Thought Thursday, On Me

 

Help me make something out of this

101_6626My favorite writing prompt this week was WordPress.com‘s Daily Post for Saturday, Your Life, the BookFrom a famous writer or celebrity, to a WordPress.com blogger or someone close to you — who would you like to be your biographer?

I’m not sure my life story is interesting enough to warrant space on anyone’s bookshelf, but if there’s an author out there who I’d trust to turn the mundane into a page-turner, it would have to be Laura Hillenbrand. I admit that I’ve only read one of her books, Unbroken, but that one chronicle of a WWII POW’s survival sold me on her amazing abilities as a storyteller. The harrowing tale of Louis Zamperini, former Olympic runner, was presented with humor, grace, and sensitivity, and I was completely entranced from the very first page. Hillenbrand included so many details, from every aspect of Louis Zamperini’s life, gleaned from poring over letters and diaries, as well as countless interviews with family, friends, Olympic teammates and coaches, fellow POWs, and Japanese veterans. Her research and the resulting biography were so thorough that Zamperini has since called Hillenbrand to get details about specific events from his life so he can be accurate as he pens his own memoirs!

I’d like to hand over my story to someone who will take it on as her own, sifting through the minutiae of the past to create a path of words that allows the reader to walk right alongside me throughout my life’s journey. Someone who can sort out the jumble of events, emotions, relationships, and adventures of my past four decades, and make sense of how they’ve all worked to make me the person I am today. I think if Hillenbrand were in charge of this project, I would learn something about myself in the finished story!

 

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What can I do for you?

100_3545I know how to paint–I did our kitchen–but would rather
barter to find someone who can do the rest of the house.

If the world worked on a barter system, how would you fare? Would you have services to barter? Would you be successful, or would you struggle? (Monday’s prompt from The Daily Post.)

I think it would be AWESOME if the world worked on a barter system. Then I could finally create a resumé that really represents what I can do. I feel like I have a wide range of skills in a whole host of areas (and am adding to the list every day), so I think I’d be able to manage quite well in a bartering society. Here’s what I can offer:

  • teaching/tutoring (elementary math, science, and social studies; elementary through college level writing; ELL instruction for all ages)
  • custom picture framing
  • animal care
  • creating newsletters/flyers for your business
  • travel planning (Give me your travel dates, preferred mode of transport, and the type of activities you enjoy, and I’ll provide an entire itinerary)
  • assembling flat-pack furniture (can supply my own Allen wrenches)
  • handy(wo)man services (recaulk showers, minor plumbing repairs, install towel bars, hang pictures, program the DVR, etc.)
  • cooking (nothing gourmet, but I can follow a recipe)
  • house/office cleaning (I even do windows)
  • laundry (I can do minor repairs, such as stitching up a hem or sewing on a button, and will even iron under duress)
  • painting (interior–walls, ceilings, trim. I warn you, I am not fast, but I’m really type-A, so it’s quality work.)
  • tile floor installation (I learned to do this via Google, but I did a damn fine job, if I do say so myself.)
  • lawn care (mowing, weed-whacking, weed pulling–I will have a go at trimming the hedges, but do not guarantee results)
  • personal shopping
  • organizing (It’s much more interesting organizing other people’s stuff than my own)
  • spoon carving (*NEW*)

In return, I am seeking someone who can trade:

  • painting (Remember I said I’m not fast? I’ve got an entire house that needs painting.)
  • carpet cleaning
  • hardwood floor installation
  • mulch spreading
  • patio/deck design and construction
  • landscaping
  • tree removal
  • Thai foot massages
  • personal training

What do you think? Would you be willing/able to live in a barter-only society?  Know anyone who has studied Thai foot massage?

 

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I’ve got sunshine on my shoulders

101_9060I’ve got sunshine on my shoulders

The cold, wet misery of the April 2012 to April 2013 British weather is becoming a distant memory, pushed away by several weeks of limited amounts of rain, warming temperatures (this is all relative…60° is definitely warmer than 40°, but does not inspire me to give up my sweaters), and lately, brilliant sun. So much sun, in fact, that despite vigilant use of sunblock on our last two weekends’ outings, I have tan lines! Granted, the tanned parts are only the backs of my hands and the back of my neck–even though the last two days neared 80°, memories of the cold and damp aren’t yet buried that deep, and I’m still leery of leaving the house in short sleeves. 🙂

 

Mirror, mirror, on the wall…

101_6556Question 169
How many times during the day do you look at yourself in the mirror?

Hmmm, let’s see.

I do a quick check before I jump in the shower each morning to see how bad the bed head is–this will help determine my morning allotment of computer time.

After my shower, there’s a quick check in the full-length mirror to make sure nothing’s on inside-out, then I’m in front of the dressing table mirror for as long as it takes to fix my hair and throw on a bit of mascara.

As I’m leaving the house, I take a quick last look before I head out the door. If it’s windy, there’s a hair check in the car’s rear-view mirror and another if a mirror is available when I arrive at my destination (if not, a suitably reflective window will do).

Even though I’m standing in front of the bathroom mirror when I brush my teeth, I rarely look up, so that’s two or three times each day I don’t look in the mirror.

Last peek is in the evening after washing my face, to be sure removing the morning’s mascara didn’t leave me with raccoon eyes.

I absolutely NEVER, EVER, EVER look in a mirror in the dark. It’s a silly phobia, born of too many horror movies, but mirrors in dark rooms completely freak me out.

So, short answer is, I look at myself in the mirror about half a dozen times a day. Does that sound about normal? At what point does one cross the line from not wanting to be embarrassed by her appearance to being totally vain?

Gregory Stock, creator of The Book of Questions provides much of the fodder for Deep Thought Thursdays. I thought the questions would allow readers to get to know me better, since I share my personal reflections about my values, beliefs, and life in general. If you’d like my view on one of your own thought-provoking questions, feel free to ask away in the comments below!