Beach + junk food = a match made in heaven

Greetings! 

Would you like to see some super, high quality iPhone pictures from my weekend in Matagorda? The Rebel only made an appearance in very controlled situations [i.e. those that did not contain a boat, sand, or water].

The Ginger's first catch on Saturday. It was just a little croaker fish that got thrown back into the water, but admirable still.

My first [and only] catch of the day, a flounder! It was the first fish that we were able to keep. Girl power.

I fish off boats all the time. I'm pretty much a pro fisherwoman. Sarcasm. Mostly I was trying to get a tan while maybe catching something to look impressive in front of all the testosterone.

My favorite part of a beach weekend...the actual beach.

Sand dunes. This was before our car wouldn't start back up.

What's up, Gulf of Mexico.

Trying to find a flattering pose in a bikini is hard.

Fish have teeth. Did y'all know this? It sure was a surprise to me.

My friend here is showing me how to hold up my Flounder by its gills so I can take a picture with it.

Right before this was taken, I had a look of pure disgust on my face. The fish was still alive, and there I was with my finger all up in its gills. I felt terrible for it. I did not feel terrible for it when it was being cut open and I was poking around in its guts. Sorry, I'm a science nerd/boy sometimes.

Don't get too excited...he did not catch both of these. Just one.

With our catches of the day.



Look at me, I'm a ginger looking pensive in front of a sunset!



Boat. Sunset. Self explanatory.

Now that it's obvious that I spent a good chunk of time this weekend in a bikini, I feel like I should point out all the shameful things I ate. I'm not one of those girls who really obsesses over my daily caloric intake, but this weekend's fare was just downright outrageous and comical. Also, I was with four guys. Guys eat whatever they want without worrying. But it should be pointed out that I ate more than they did. So humor me for a second.

Friday night dinner:

A lukewarm burrito at a small-town diner. Also, a few bites of Aaron's chicken fried steak, as well as some leftover nachos from other boys' plates.

Friday night snack:

A piece of Italian Creme Cake

Saturday breakfast:

A cinnamon roll and bag of doritos [neither of which I have had in at least two years].

Saturday lunch:

One sausage and two hot dogs. Because why the hell not. Also, several margaritas.

Saturday dinner:

Fried shrimp and crab cakes. Oh and a salad! Maybe that balanced things out.

Sunday breakfast:

Piece of cake and a sausage. Because that is obviously a good combination.

Then I got back home and came to my senses.

My stomach punished me that evening.

On the bright side, I will be cooking up a fish that I caught with my own bare hands [fishing pole]!! I'm like a pioneer woman caring for my family of 10 as we make our way across the United States.

Oh, this isn't Oregon Trail? My bad.

I hope you all had an excellent weekend and did not treat your body as a trash receptor for processed foods as I did.