tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-422555164465305734.post6669616677094983649..comments2024-03-11T16:14:49.158-07:00Comments on Don't pet me, I'm writing: The dirty lies writers tell themselvesTAWNA FENSKEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11468819219529035563noreply@blogger.comBlogger14125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-422555164465305734.post-3222523046560648322010-07-14T03:59:34.208-07:002010-07-14T03:59:34.208-07:00Loved this post. Just joined and was shopping arou...Loved this post. Just joined and was shopping around. Looking forward to more. Thanks, DougDoug MacIlroyhttp://ironwoodwind.blogspot.com/noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-422555164465305734.post-83414488777957429312010-07-10T07:42:07.412-07:002010-07-10T07:42:07.412-07:00hehehe! Oh the stories we tell ourselves. Glad I&#...hehehe! Oh the stories we tell ourselves. Glad I'm not the only one! <br /><br /><br /><a href="http://sonshinemusic.blogspot.com/2010/07/bea-bonanza-giveaway-day-5.html" rel="nofollow">Check out my BEA BONANZA BOOK GIVEAWAY!</a>Rebecca T.https://www.blogger.com/profile/11994380364321336824noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-422555164465305734.post-52212324711543803982010-07-08T17:30:09.418-07:002010-07-08T17:30:09.418-07:00Me? Thinking dirty, filthy lies in order to make m...Me? Thinking dirty, filthy lies in order to make myself feel better? NEVER. I am pure as the driven snow. I am honest and open and never try to ignore the reality of the world we live in just for a small moment of ignorance-based bliss. Shame on you for even participating in such heinous crimes against the natural order!!!<br /><br /><i>(Did anyone actually buy that? Wow, I'm better at this than I thought)</i><br /><br />I will admit to lying to myself in the past in order to justify mooching music off of my friends instead of buying the CD. "He's a freakin' billionaire already... he doesn't need my $9.99... he'd probably just use it to do drugs anyway..."???https://www.blogger.com/profile/06931897373435075660noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-422555164465305734.post-70601839751628485032010-07-08T17:04:06.309-07:002010-07-08T17:04:06.309-07:00Ha ha ha. That's funny. I love to fish too, bu...Ha ha ha. That's funny. I love to fish too, but instead of getting sad when they're caught, I get freaked out because they're slimy and scaley and slippery and wiggling around and always looking at me. Yuck!Kathryn Rosehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05270893925385208665noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-422555164465305734.post-48710375416845958452010-07-08T14:50:11.751-07:002010-07-08T14:50:11.751-07:00Trade you husbands. Mine is totally mean about stu...Trade you husbands. Mine is totally mean about stuff like that!<br /><br />Okay, so it's ten years ago, I'm pregnant and driving through the canyon. A cute little furry ground squirrel ran in front of the car. I couldn't swerve--sheer dropoff to the right--so I *sob* squished him.<br /><br />I immediately burst into tears (the myriad of pregnancy hormones did NOT help) and pulled over at the next shoulder. My husband, who had been dozing, was panicked.<br /><br />Him: "What's wrong?"<br /><br />Me: "I...I...hit a squeaky."<br /><br />Him: "A what?"<br /><br />Me: "A ground squirrel! That's what we call them in my family!"<br /><br />Him: "Bwahahaha! Do you call them that because they go 'squeaky, squeaky' as the wheels go over it?"<br /><br />Me: "Wahhhhh!"<br /><br />Yeah, so about that trade?Angela Perryhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12283365861048428440noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-422555164465305734.post-61259918123163510942010-07-08T12:16:20.328-07:002010-07-08T12:16:20.328-07:00I haven't been fishing since I was 8. I had no...I haven't been fishing since I was 8. I had no problem with catching the fish, but I would not bait my own hook. I just couldn't do that to the sweet little minnows! I am a city girl though, so I haven't been fishing since then.<br /><br />Reading that story made me literally laugh out loud. You and your husband seem like quite the couple!Lilyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06044336707596369037noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-422555164465305734.post-529225297086484682010-07-08T09:48:42.812-07:002010-07-08T09:48:42.812-07:00Awesome lies. I can. not. deal with the poor fishe...Awesome lies. I can. not. deal with the poor fishes flopping in the cooler. Nor can I bear the hook going up into the top of their mouths. I was not born to fish.Elisabeth Blackhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08962421339750272755noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-422555164465305734.post-58776087460186265392010-07-08T08:15:22.723-07:002010-07-08T08:15:22.723-07:00I can barely kill a bug in my house, never mind a ...I can barely kill a bug in my house, never mind a fish in a lake. This post was extremely enlightening - I never realized fish could be pedophiles! Or worse yet, vote for McCain/Palin!Debra Lynn Sheltonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08238268767406623274noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-422555164465305734.post-88579830968670695852010-07-08T08:08:19.306-07:002010-07-08T08:08:19.306-07:00Awww. That was very sweet.
I'm a city girl, b...Awww. That was very sweet.<br /><br />I'm a city girl, born and bred. I don't eat seafood at all unless STARKIST is slapped on its butt. <br /><br />But I would feel the same way about killing one. What you've described is sort of the game I play with myself (Oh, God. I said play with myself to Tawna!) when I people watch. Is the guy with the lazy eye and hairy belly peeking out from a too-short t-shirt going to follow that poor, unsuspecting librarian home? What about the scruffy teen eyeballing the shiny Mustang? Yep, he's about to jack it. <br /><br />Of course, with fish, you don't run the risk of getting caught staring, as I have.Patty Blounthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11928111057602279792noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-422555164465305734.post-52055318088991843332010-07-08T07:39:56.357-07:002010-07-08T07:39:56.357-07:00I love that part, too, Kelly - that Pythagoras fir...I love that part, too, Kelly - that Pythagoras first offered to throw it back, then came up with the "saved from a slow death by cancer" rationale. He's a prince!Jeffe Kennedyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04779020656676094853noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-422555164465305734.post-37071593594677613812010-07-08T07:39:30.234-07:002010-07-08T07:39:30.234-07:00Ha! I don't think I use my writerness like tha...Ha! I don't think I use my writerness like that, but I'm going to start! Enjoy your trip! :)Claire Dawnhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14354840714847021685noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-422555164465305734.post-49744989731847677662010-07-08T07:05:32.357-07:002010-07-08T07:05:32.357-07:00I am too girly to do the catching so what you desc...I am too girly to do the catching so what you described is very alien to me. I do enjoying the cooking of the fillets (already cleaned) and the eating part. But I love the fact that your husband understood you enough to make you feel better about sacrificing that bad old fish for your dinner. You got yourself your very own romantic leading man. How great is that!Kelly Breakeyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07170230808730463954noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-422555164465305734.post-75971608029635761812010-07-08T07:02:19.817-07:002010-07-08T07:02:19.817-07:00LOL, oh Tawna,that was great! My family never caug...LOL, oh Tawna,that was great! My family never caught fish either so I, being the naturally competitive person I am, gave up on it for years. It wasn't until a few years ago that I picked it up again and realized how fun and relaxing it is.<br /><br />Let me see...When I see those perfectly nice ladies approaching my house with pamphlets, I hide in a dark corner and refuse to answer the door. "Because they're planning to give me drug laced cookies that'll render me unconscious so they can steal my dog and keep her for breeding purposes, poor little virgin puppy that she is."<br /><br />Okay, so I just don't like people stopping by my house.Danica Avethttp://danicaavet.wordpress.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-422555164465305734.post-91029335908619313882010-07-08T07:01:20.907-07:002010-07-08T07:01:20.907-07:00I'm a total soft-hearted fish-hypocrite, too. ...I'm a total soft-hearted fish-hypocrite, too. Love to eat 'em, hate to kill 'em. I'm okay with catching them--that part's fun--but I can't stand looking into their fishy little eyes as they live their last moments. ("Finding Nemo" didn't help any. I already tend to over-anthropomorphize animals.)<br /><br />But, anyway, thanks for a blog idea! I may have to mosey over and tell the story of my first camping trip with TG. :)Linda G.https://www.blogger.com/profile/04576828490765434497noreply@blogger.com