Number 1...What Else Do You Call The First Blog You Ever Wrote?

Well here we are the beginning of the end. Weird opening I know. However, I never was much of a supporter of the whole Blog world. I know, I know, catch up with the times Ang. however, it is not about that, it is about fighting the machine, sort of, being different, sort of, being myself, sort of, expressing my individuality, sort of.
I wrote a piece about how Blogging will be the spewing damaging end all of the world, the catch phrase that melts our minds and numbs our souls, and yet here I am; giving in, taking my last breath, diving into the deep end of the arsenic pool. Have you ever seen a fight dog before a fight? They are not so tough, they sit, cornered in their cages terrified of the master’s hand, pissing on themselves; I am like that a lot of the time. Who is the master? Time? Life? God? People? The air I breathe? who is to say, all I know is right now as I sit here, this computer is a voice for which no one will ever here. But, that’s okay, I can live with that as long as the story is written and the page is held, the word spoken, the pen scrawled, the hand tested, the mind stretched, and the balance restored. And we all here “sing us a song you’re the piano man! Sing us a song tonight! For we’re all in the mood for a melody! And you’ve got us feeling alright!”

Enough of those kinds of thoughts now; on to regular every day life, you will see it is rather bland and ordinary I promise. Athena has made herself rather scarce today, she was very cuddly and active yesterday, however today she has been reclusive and hidden from the light, I don’t blame her, I have become some sort of vampire myself, lol. Almost as if I go outside with out sunscreen, I may get sun burnt, not really, but my life has been rather sheltered lately.

Fishing, let’s talk about fishing. Last Friday I went fishing with my good friend Keith. (I recently asked him to stand up in my wedding; he and his beautiful wife Allyson are very good friends of Erika and mine; and I was very happy when he said he would be honored to stand up in the wedding with me.) We sat at that lake, the breeze was great, asking each other back and forth if we were having a good time, if the other was okay, if we were ready to go, both wanted to stay, the sun finally got the best of us. (or maybe it was the fact that my damned Bic lighter ran out on us I guess we will never know for sure) we may have only caught one fish, but that was a great day, my anxiety has been high, stress and tensions have been unbearable at home and for me personally. Keith looked at me when we first got there and said “if you feel stressed here...” my own thoughts trailed off in my laughter, he was right, I had a stress free morning. We may have only caught one fish, however, that one fish gave me a memory of laughter, and a joke to tell his son for years to come, and a memory that just my friend and I share.

Okay Okay Okay Okay, (any one else like Joe Pesci?) this is getting long, and I need to rest and be bored, and do nothing except for a chore or two around the house. Take care and there will be more later.
Angie