Wednesday, June 29, 2011

Fish Stories

The fish around the docks are a big hit with people.  Especially the little kids who like to fish.  Too bad for them it is illegal to fish on the docks.  I am constantly telling people they can use their hands, toes, nets whatever they can think of, but they can't use fishing poles and hooks.  Unfortunatley for this little boy he didn't listen to us and he got a fish hook stuck in his hand.

(sorry about the quality of pictures, they were taken on my phone and the light was terrible but I didn't want to ask the poor little boy to move so we could get better pictures)

That's Coley working on the fish hook. And those are my cute pink pliers!

He was fishing with a Rapala fish hook and they have hooks on both ends.  He was so excited to catch a fish that he reached down to pull it out and he got one side of the hook stuck in his hand.  Usually when you hook yourself you push the barbed end of the hook through the skin and cut of the barb and pull out the rest of the hook.  Well this little kid got the hook stuck in the meaty part of his palm and it was pretty deep.  We decided we didn't wan to damage anything so we suggested his dad take him to instant care just down the street. Before we could throw the fish back in the water, he asked if he could get a picture with it. 

Notice the happy smile even though the fish hook is still embedded in his flesh.

The best part of this whole ordeal was when they were getting ready to leave the docks. The dad looked at his son very seriously and then asked:
Dad: Son I have a very big favor to ask you!
Son: What dad?
Dad: So when mom see's this she is going to FREAK out! So I need you to calm her down and tell her it's not as bad as it looks and it doesn't hurt.   Can you do that for me?!
The little boy sighed and put on a brave face and said: " Sure Dad, I can do that for you!"

Wednesday, June 22, 2011


Brian sometimes hates going places with me because I tend to embarrass him.  Say like when we went to McDonald's and I ordered a kids meal and the guy at the window asked what kind of child's toy we wanted, (while he tried to peer in our window to see the kid in the back). So I just told him, "a girl toy, it's for me". Brian almost died he was so embarrassed! He said he would never go back there and he hasn't!

Brian thinks all the awkward encounters we have with people are because I look like a lost puppy. But this encounter I was just standing there and did nothing to provoke the man.  It all started with Brian's mom finding an armoire for free, it just needed a little TLC.  Brian and I decided it would be a good project to fix up together.

Our first stop was at Rod Works to find an embellishment for the top of the armoire. I thought it was a really neat store, and Brian wanted to barf.  We found some things we liked but decided to check out Tai Pan Trading before we decided on anything.  I have never seen Brian move so fast through a store before. We were in there for maybe 5 minutes max before Brian had, had enough of "girly" stores and just decided to get the embellishment at the other place.

When we finished with the "girly" stuff, he was excited because we were finally going to a "Man" store, Home Depot. When we walked in he took a deep breathe and said, "Finally! don't you just feel at home here?" with a giddy look on his face.  I just rolled my eyes and followed him around.  When we made it to the paint desk we told the guy what we wanted and he started getting it ready.  He then turned to me and asked me how long I had been lentiginous? I looked at Brian and he gave me a look like "what have you done this time"? I just looked at the man and said sorry I didn't know what that meant. He then asked if I liked being lentiginous and I told him since I didn't know what it meant I didn't know if I was happy about it or not.  He then laughed to himself and said, "it means your freckled faced." I ahhhed and told him I had them as long as I could remember.

Then things got a little interesting..... He recited a nice little poem to me about freckles, and he also did it an Irish accent! When he finished he asked me if I was Irish or Scottish or perhaps even Scandinavian? I told him I didn't know and he was very disappointed. But not for long because soon after he started telling me about his family history, and how his family was on the mayflower and how he gets part of the Declaration of  Independence because one of his ancestors signed it. I was smiling at him, and out of the corner of my eye looked at Brian. He had a look of sheer terror on his face and looked like he wanted to bolt out the door as fast as he could.

When our paint  finally finished the man handed it to us and thanked us for our business. Brian and I took the paint and walked away. As we were walking to the car I told Brian this was not my fault and he couldn't hold my freckles responsible.  He was very traumatized by the whole thing because he realized something.... Not even his precious man store is safe when I'm around.