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Wednesday, August 19, 2009

Show and Tell - The Story Behind the Story

I'm Baaaaack, courtesy of Two Bass, A Beer, A Benedryl and A Blessing Way.
What!? You don't know the story yet? Well - click on over and read that first! Today, for Show and Tell - I offer a pictoral version and they will make A LOT more sense if you read the story.

The Tale of Two Bass

Begins with a boat, well - a canoe actually.

"HEY!" I joked, after not catching about twenty fish in a row, "I'm getting better. I can gauge the size of the WEED I have on!" "Heh" Jer managed, "better take a picture of it then." So I did.

$14 fish number one

And $14 fish number too, where, because I am suave like fisherwoman, I managed to catch the net too!

The Tale of A Beer and a Benedryl

Well, I didn't actually take a picture of either (Ironically it was a Bass Ale) so here's a representative shot of the Shiraz that hides in the back of my pantry for what I like to call, 'executive decision emergency' nights.

Oh, and while I was self medicating the rest of the crew was oogling over their fish:

No, I did not take drastic measures because of my fish tally! I told you it would make more sense if you read the story!

So that leaves...

The Tale of the Blessing Way

Which, because of the tone of this post and the time I will defer for yet another day. But I think the picture says just about all you need to know. We were six connected, in-tune, red-tent sisters by the end. It was just about perfect.

What are you showing and telling?

6 comments:

Kristin said...

I love the pictures! It was a fabulous accompaniment to the story.

Mrs. Gamgee said...

I love your $14 fish! Too funny!

Eskimo_Kisses_4_U said...

A wonderful story. Sometimes we just need some peace and 'help' in our time of grief. So glad you found your way back to yourself and your family.

Lavender Luz said...

I had noticed your absence. I know that physically, you went north, but metaphorically, you went deep.

That ceremony sounds so powerful. Even more powerful than your cocktail!

Welcome back (physically and metaphorically)!

KuKd Chick said...

Awesome story and pics! Felt cathartic just reading about it. I need some good girl-n-fish time myself. Gotta figure out how to make that happen.

~Jennifer~ said...

Here from Blogger Bingo. Love the pictures and really wish I could go fishing now. First I have to get past my "hook in the eye" fear.

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