My Husband "Subvet" says that when our first son "Sonshine" was born the sun rose on our world, when our second son "Gator" was born the sun laughed and when our daughter "Sugars" was born all the flowers bloomed. That says it all.

"Life is not about waiting for the storms to pass...
It's about learning how to dance in the rain."
Anonymous

Your mind is the garden, your
thoughts are the seeds, the harvest can either be flowers or weeds. — William
Wordsworth

Saturday, September 15, 2007

Ahh, it's Saturday again and time to reveal the answers to this week's Thursday words.


madtom n any of several small North American freshwater catfishes of the genus Noturus, having a poisonous pectoral spine.

poil n a yarn or thread made from silk, used for ribbon, velvet, and as the core of gold, silver, and tinsel yarn.

Funny story,

When I was 12 I got to spend 2 weeks alone at my Grandma and Grandpa's house in a tiny town outside of Lafayette, La. My Uncle lived across the street. He has 2 ponds/small lakes on his property and keeps them stocked with catfish. So, I grabbed a pole and basket of crickets from his house one day and was out there alone, fishing off his foot bridge. Darned if I didn't catch me a catfish!

I had no idea what to do next.

I was afraid to touch it's "whiskers" cause I thought they might, just might be poisonous...and I couldn't figure out how to get the stupid thing off my hook without touching it.

I don't know why I didn't think to just break the line and let him go.

I ran all the way across the street and up to Grandpa's house to get Grandpa to come and take this fish off my hook. I'm surprised the poor fish didn't float when he threw it back...it'd been flopping on the bridge the whole time.

After that, I kept fishing......just didn't bother putting any more crickets on the hook. They were too hard to catch anyway.

Years later I heard the phrase "Do you go fishing for the fish, or for the fishing?"
Guess y'all know the answer to that one now huh?

When I came across "madtom" in the dictionary I thought see now, there is a type of catfish that's poisonous!! So HA!

5 comments:

Linda said...

So Mad Tom Cat sort of equals Mad Cat Fish ... no? not really?

Curses, poiled again!

By the by, thanks for recognizing my upbeat and perky attitude in my earlier post! Actually, what gets me down about the whole thing is that I know for a fact that I'm paying for all of those ambulance and wheelchair van trips for all those people because the vast majority of them are on Medicaid. Question is - who's going to pay for mine when I need them??

MightyMom said...

Linda
noticed my sarcasm did ya? sorry, just popped out.
Yes I had the same thought because, of course the majority of them are on Medicaid because the rest of us would find a ride....very few folk really need EMS transport.

Penless Thoughts said...

You crack me up!!!
Susan

Mohawk Chieftain said...

I thought poil was what Curly showed Moe and Larry, when he found an oyster at the beach...

Diane J. said...

That poor fish, that's all I could think about, LOL! ;D

I don't know about poisonous, but I do know that if you get finned by any catfish it usually gets really sore, no matter how well you clean and disinfect it.

And I go for both the fishing and the fish. I love fried catfish, but if I don't catch anything it was still time well spent.