The Jerk Store Called

Steve and I joined my dad last Sunday for a nice slow ride around Strawberry Resevoir in the boat that he lovingly calls “Queen Mary”. It was fun to see my dad’s face light up as we came into the Renegade dock for a potty break. There was another boat at the dock and the lady in the boat told my dad how much they liked his boat. To be honest it is a no thrill fishing vessel.

But after growing up with the OCD parents who would always freak if we got our ski boat marked up, it is rather nice to not have to worry about the boat as we approach a dock.

It was an enjoyable day and we actually had a lot of action and managed to get 8 fish in the boat. We are purely catch and release so for all we know it may have been the same fish at times. I had a huge moment on the boat. I actually held my first fish while Steve took out the hook. As I watched the fish come up out of the water into the boat they would jump around, jerking back and forth. I would hold it firm while Steve tried to take the hook out and that darn fish would still force through a flip or too. Then finally after we released the hook (and snap a picture or 2)

I would place it in the water. One perticular fish I thought might not have made it. He just sat there for a minute and then he finally swam away.
It was at that moment that I felt like that fish.

Steve and I had been trolling through life at a pretty steady rate and didn’t seem to have a care in the world.
Well then the universal forces that be, cast out and somehow that damn lure grabbed hold of us. We have been flipping and flopping around not really sure what was going to happen.

I feel like we have been placed back in the water and we can either decided to keep on swimming or just float to the top. I am not sure that hope always floats because sometimes you have to take hope and swim with it. As long as you keep moving and don’t just tread water in place, we can get to the other side.

I think Dori the fish said it best, “Just Keep Swimming, Just keep swimming, just keep swimming”, I finally get it.

2 Quotes I stole from Facebook Statuses:

1. When you feel like giving up, remember why you held on for so long in the first place.

2. If you look at life like a piano where the white keys represent happiness & the black keys represent sadness. As life goes on you realize the black keys make music too…

Well another lapse in posts. We are 3-1/2 weeks into the lay off/unemployment. I must say that I am starting to feel a little unsettled. I know intellectually we are going to be fine but it is the small reality in my head that keeps sending little fits of insecurity through me. Luckily the relationship is able to handle it. We are both trying to be rational enough to understand where each others irrational is coming from and so far it is working. It helps that Steve has stepped up and helped out around the house quite a bit. I must say I haven’t gone into the grocery store for 3 weeks now.

I found this picture so fitting because the retards in Washington and the duchebags.. woops I meant Tea Baggers are playing games in Washington while so many suffer because there are no jobs.
 
On the other hand, last week was a fun week at work because I got to install and set up a Business Objects Enterprise server and we had a couple of consultants come in and work on a proof of concept for my company. IT was great to feel useful and interact with consulants. It also made me miss consulting …hmmm.,maybe…????

By Thursday there was a little sadness that I encountered. I finally made an appointment with a doctor for a complete physical. (not the sad part) I went mostly to relieve some of my fears about my memory loss I was encountering. Because I watch way too much Grey’s Anatomy and my grandma suffered from Alzheimers; I was feeling like I was getting an early onset. My doctor didn’t seem to agree but we will see what the futre of the test results reveal. While I was waiting to give blood my nephew called all upset and he just kept asking when I could come home from work. I finally got him to calm down enough to explain to me what was going on. He explained that his pet rabbit Roger was dead in the back yard.

It was his rabbit but my dad had adopted it and it lived at my parents home.

I have to admit I was really sad myself. I used to call him ‘my bunny’. I would always enter my parents home from the backdoor so I could visit the little guy. He would always come to me because he realized I was the one that would dig his favorite pieces out of his food to give him. So I went to help my nephew bury the rabbit. I ended up having to call Steve to come help roll him up in the blanket I couldn’t bring myself to do it.

The week was topped off by a nice weekend. Lazy with just enough of things to do that it didn’t get boring and it went by way too fast.
Steve and I decided to do a lazy Friday night topped off with Real Time with Bill Maher. Saturday we woke up and went downtown to the SLC Farmers Market.

We bought some fresh tomatoes, basil, bread and garlic. Saturday night we went to my cousins house for dinner which was enjoyable. Unfortuneately, the 2 cats and dog has played havick with my allergies.
Sunday we went out for 18 holes.

It was at times frustrating; it was also enjoyable. I do love the sport although I am struggling again with my driver this year which tends to throw the rest of my game into a roller coaster ride. We finished the weekend with homeade briscetta and pasta, pinot grigio and True Blood and Entourage. This is the greatest way to end a weekend and gear up for the following week.