I had fresh trout for dinner last night…  Why is this exciting, you may be asking yourself…

Then again, maybe not, but I’m going to tell you anyways.

It’s exciting because some of the fish I was eating, I caught my very own self…We went out to Helldiver lake again and the fish were really biting.  I caught 10 fish, so did John, but we let them all go at first as they were not ‘good eating size’.  As the day progressed and the big fish proved elusive (and the worms ran out) we decided to keep whatever we caught fishing with just lures.  John caught 3 and I caught 2, 1 of which we had to release because he was just teeny…

I think it may have been the most delicious thing ever.  Except for chocolate.  And stuffed mushroom caps. 

AND John didn’t even make me clean the fish!!  he did all the gross bloody work himself.  Best. Boyfriend. Ever!!

Yeah, so the plans for the long weekend changed a bit…  We did spend Saturday in pure boating awesomeness.  After a bit of fishing we piloted over to Cortes Island and found Gorge Harbour.  After walking around the island for a bit and combing the beach we went over to Drew Harbour on Quadra Island and had lunch at the Hariet Bay Inn.  I had a vegetable stirfry that was wonderful until I got to the rice…  =/  Let’s just leave it at that… lol

Note my awesome fishing hat…  I sewed the sequins on that baby myself…  ;-)

After lunch we boated back around Quadra Island to Maude Island and did some more fishing.  We didn’t catch anything, but we had a pod of porpoises following the boat around in a circle.  That was pretty awesome.  We then checked out a tanker and watched an eagle take a run at a seal.

When we got back in to shore we went for sushi at Sesame Sushi.  The first time we went there it was so many kinds of tragic I can’t even begin to tell you, but the food was fabulous.  This time the food was still amazing but the service and atmosphere were much better too.  We then went back to John’s and watched Chloe.  Please, save those two hours of your life.  Use them for something else.  Not watching Chloe.  Not even getting to see Amanda Seyfried naked or watching a little girl-on-girl action made that movie any good.

Sunday we watched Valkyrie and went trout fishing in Helldiver lake. We caught a bunch of fish, sadly only one that was large enough to take home for supper and in attempting to catch said fish to gut it John accidentally released it, so once again, no fish for us.

Monday we came down to Courtenay and visited Luke then went for dinner at Barry’s house.

It was a wonderful weekend full of good times, laughter, and affection.  Who could ask for anything more?

So this weekend should be exciting.

We’re heading out on John’s boat today.  We’re perhaps booting over to Cortez Island, perhaps Carrington Bay, but the weather looks lovely; John has spent the past week rewiring and working on the boat, and it should be an awesome time.

Tomorrow we’re heading to Hustan caves.

I’ve seen some pictures of the rock formations there and it looks so beautiful.  I can’t wait to get out hiking and exploring for the day.

I’m not sure yet what we’ll get up to Monday, perhaps check out the Highland games in Courtenay?  Only time will tell, but I hope you all have as great a weekend as I’m planning to have.  =)

I’ll be sure to post pictures when I get back.

So yeah.  My ex “forgot” my birthday.  This meant my son didn’t call me on my birthday.  I finally called shortly after his bedtime when I said to myself “I had better call or I’m not going to get to talk to him (my son) today.”

Nimrod apologized for forgetting my birthday and we went on our merry ways.

Mother’s day has come and gone and once again, no phone call.

I KNOW you have my phone number, Jay…  You text me on it…  I KNOW you didn’t forget mother’s day because your wife would never let you hear the end of it.  So you chose not to have/let our son call me?

Really??

Rhom is getting old enough to remember these things himself, but he doesn’t use the phone.  He just doesn’t.  That’s where it becomes your job as the parent to prod him.  The way I used to prod him on your birthdays or on father’s day when he was with me…  It’s having respect for your child’s other parent and encouraging your child to be respectful and diligent.

This was a good and bad weekend.  It got off on the wrong foot.  There was…  fighting isn’t quite the right word.  We aired our gripes and reaffirmed the fact that we’re both where we want to be.  The air needed to be cleared so I’m glad that was done, but he told me he wanted the weekend to himself then two text messages later told me I was welcome to come spend the weekend.

ummm…  You realize that those mean two different things, right?

It was a test.  I failed. But having spent the past three weeks in panic stations I needed to see him. I must say that kinda pissed me off, though.  If you want the time and space to yourself, and I check with you the day before I come and ask if you still want the time and space to yourself and you say “You’re welcome to come if you’d like”, that’s the spot where you should have said “Yes.”

For someone who occasionally calls my behaviour passive aggressive, that’s pretty ballsy.  I don’t play those kind of games with you.  If I want something, I tell you in clear terms what it is that I want and I don’t wish-wash on it…

As I said, though, gripes were aired and understandings were reached.  It was a good outcome.  And I think what we did today must have qualified as makeup sex…  HOLY SHIT!!!  He made me cum so hard I actually lost the vision in my right eye temporarily.