Yeah, that's the way Washington state was for fishing, but when the fish started to decline, so did my interest.I've had some great fishing experience in my life.
There was a time when I was catching 200+ Steelhead a year, the average joe was catching 2-3. Those days are gone now, but I had a great 15 year run.
I've caught sturgeon up to 13' feet long. I got my 40+ Chinook salmon in 2011. I've caught 4 of the 5 Pacific salmon in one day.
I've had a day where we were culling 5 lb Smallmouth.
Now that I'm here in Texas I've discovered white, hybrid and striped bass. I've got a boat. Sadly due to health issues it's been idle for over a year.
Just got a call today to reschedule an appointment that was supposed to be next week to the week after that. That means another week of living in diapers. That's kind of got me down. Been living in diapers for over a year and a half. I had three major surgeries last year. Two of them were 11 days apart in the same area. Last one was the day after Christmas.
Prostate cancer is the gift that just keeps on giving.
As I am still in my 30s, I'm refusing to continue this path I'm still on. To be honest, I hate nursing. People say the medical field is rewarding. You know what, if your a man, it probably is. Women, though, no. They suck to work with. You never know what day they decide to hate you and when they decide to like you. It gets old. When the staff is mixed male and female, Yea it can be fun. All female? Hell no. I'm female, but I've learned how truly evil a lot of women are and it's ridiculous! I refuse to run with that pack. I always hear people say, "Thank a nurse." "A nurse works so hard." "The nurse is such a hard job." Pffffffffft! No! Most are lazy. They don't want to carry their own weight. Almost their whole job gets thrown on a CNA. They expect a CNA to pretty much hold their lisence down. These CNAs never get recognition. You want to talk
about a hard job?! Try being a CNA. This is not happiness for me.
I've enrolled into Texas A&M. I'm going to get that extra degree Texas requires for me to do what I did in Colorado. I'm going to live my dream of one day being a Coroner. I cleaned up homicides, suicides, decomposing corpses, etc. Then, I read crime scenes. Blood splatter, hairs, bones, etc. I loved what I did. That was what I was meant for. I hear the elderly always tell me stop chasing dreams and just go after them. Well, I'm going to take that advice. I read everyone's post here and it only turned my desires to concrete. I was never meant for the medical field. It was actually someone else's dream. Not mine. The university told me with all my credits from the degree I currently hold (and can't use here in Texas by itself ) it will only take me a year. So, I'm going for it!
Sent from my SM-T230NU using Tapatalk
I tried to talk my wife into letting me get a welder. I got shut down pretty quick. I just wanted to make some angle iron ingot molds. But she figured that at a net cost of somewhere around $500 per mold......
5 kids.
I had no idea .
Well son, there is the birds and the bees, and a thing called alcohol.No idea what caused them?
As I am still in my 30s, I'm refusing to continue this path I'm still on. To be honest, I hate nursing. People say the medical field is rewarding. You know what, if your a man, it probably is. Women, though, no. They suck to work with. You never know what day they decide to hate you and when they decide to like you. It gets old. When the staff is mixed male and female, Yea it can be fun. All female? Hell no.
I am a Stallion. What can I say?5 kids.
I had no idea .
Thank you for sharing.Up until this point I thought you were a guy. A very angry guy. Then I read that you’re a female, and thought if anyone has perspective on this - she does.
Two interesting things as I read this. First, just last night I had a similar conversation with a good friend of mine who lives in a Colorado. He and I are very much alike in that we are good at whatever we do. Doesn’t really matter. From hanging Sheetrock to writing HTML code to welding, to building excellent AR’s , I’m good at those things. And a lot more. It’s not bragging because it’s not really that great of a quality. I want to find that one thing and be excellent at it. I want to love what I do to the point that $$ is secondary. (but it does have to provide.). I have a good job, it puts a good roof over my family’s head. It puts good food on the table. It affords my son to go to a good school which is important to me. But it’s not my life’s dream. Not even in the top 5. But it is a means to provide the necessities.
My friend in CO says that he does not want to make a living at the things he loves doing. He said that when he’s tried that - he’s gotten burned out. He used to love working on cars - did it as a living for 7 years and now hates to work on them. And he is a really good ASE mechanic.
If I could see my dream realized, I would build custom guns, AR’s in that sweet spot between the KAC and budget. The sweet spot that I excel in. I’d make custom gear. I never buy a price of gear without finding someway to improve it.
But those things - no matter how good I am are not going to put food on the table, nor allow my son to attend a school that reinforces what his number 1 teacher (me) teaches him and believes that educating the heart is as important as educating the mind.
My calling? I once thought it was Africa, which if you knew the racist redneck I once was - would find that thought nothing short of miraculous. As far as the things that I have an overflowing of passion for? I may have to learn to be happy to express that in a hobby and not a full time job.
I’ll keep my eyes open. Maybe that opportunity will present itself. Maybe I will build the perfect AR for the perfect person, and that will be the spark that lights the rocket. The proverbial foot in the door. But until then?
“Time to make the donuts...”
(Metaphorically speaking...)
I do wish you all the luck- sounds like you are going to attack your dream with vigor and determination. I do wish you the best, and hope all the right doors open, and all the wrong doors say closed.
Sent from my iPhone using Tapatalk
My last ride was, I hope, not my last ride. It was over six years ago, put me in the hospital for 141 days, resulted in 25 surgeries, and (eventually) an above the knee amputation.I had for 30 or more, but I sold all my bikes after my last wreck.
I just can't ride slow.
Damn sorry to hear about that. I never knew the extent of your injury.My last ride was, I hope, not my last ride. It was over six years ago, put me in the hospital for 141 days, resulted in 25 surgeries, and (eventually) an above the knee amputation.
I might just have to trike out that GL1800 of mine . . .