Fish on!
Michael is so good at thinking of fun things to do, and this day was no exception. The day was shaping up to be a warm one, so he planned a trip to the river for us all to go fish, swim, picnic and do sudoku puzzles. It was sure to be a great time. 
M's philosophy on fishing is that the first 20 casts are better than the last 20 casts. Not sure if this is gospel truth, and it can't be proven because he will fish all day anyway, catching fish basically the second his worm hits the water. But it had its intended effect. We all wanted to fish that second. I couldn't be sure, but I thought I saw the traces of a self-satisfied smirk on his face, when we announced our unanimous decision. Now when I say "we", I am not including the girl who's catch phrase lately is, "I'm not a big fan of Ariel, but I love mermaids. Just remember that next time, OK?" She preferred to let the rest of us do the work while she munched on chips and played with her toys in the water. My day was ruined, though, when unexpectedly my Sudoku puzzle book fell into a puddle of stale, stinky, algae infested river water. I spent the rest of the time with my arms folded, rocking back and forth in an attempt to console myself and pouting about how unfair life was and why is it always me who suffers most? Do not believe your eyes in these pictures, I am simply masking my pain.
This little Bug had a great time, but she needed constant attention. Not because she was getting into things, but because she insisted on being pampered. Here she is seen feeding her Bubba. It's how she shows her love. So if, on occasion, you are at our home and she decides she wants to feed you, you should let her. No one wants to hear the ear-piercing scream she is capable of emitting when you deny her.
"As she sat fishing alongside her soul mate on the cool stony ledge with her feet dangling and her big toe skimming the surface of the clear luke-warm water, breathing in the crisp smell of fresh, mountain air, many thoughts ran through her mind. 'Am I doing my part to make the world a better place? Am I a good mother, wife, person? Will my children grow to be the responsible, compassionate adults I hope for them to be? If I sit up straight like this, will my fat rolls be visible through the camera lense?' "
This picture is out of order. Let it be known that I, The Big E, caught the first fish of the day. Thank you, thank you.
Our camp couldn't have been more cozy. Instead of the warm weather we were hoping for, we were blessed with the opportunity to experience a brief summer storm, and cool weather throughout our stay. However, we were able to enjoy sporadic patches of sunshine.
Everyone was able to experience the thrill of catching a fish, and feel it yank on the fishing line in its effort to escape our grasp. At the end of the day, we had a grand total of 15 small mouth bass.
After packing it up and settling in the truck, I looked back to check on the littles.
Our work here was done. Claque* dismissed.
* Claque (klāk) n.
M's philosophy on fishing is that the first 20 casts are better than the last 20 casts. Not sure if this is gospel truth, and it can't be proven because he will fish all day anyway, catching fish basically the second his worm hits the water. But it had its intended effect. We all wanted to fish that second. I couldn't be sure, but I thought I saw the traces of a self-satisfied smirk on his face, when we announced our unanimous decision. Now when I say "we", I am not including the girl who's catch phrase lately is, "I'm not a big fan of Ariel, but I love mermaids. Just remember that next time, OK?" She preferred to let the rest of us do the work while she munched on chips and played with her toys in the water. My day was ruined, though, when unexpectedly my Sudoku puzzle book fell into a puddle of stale, stinky, algae infested river water. I spent the rest of the time with my arms folded, rocking back and forth in an attempt to console myself and pouting about how unfair life was and why is it always me who suffers most? Do not believe your eyes in these pictures, I am simply masking my pain.
This little Bug had a great time, but she needed constant attention. Not because she was getting into things, but because she insisted on being pampered. Here she is seen feeding her Bubba. It's how she shows her love. So if, on occasion, you are at our home and she decides she wants to feed you, you should let her. No one wants to hear the ear-piercing scream she is capable of emitting when you deny her.
"As she sat fishing alongside her soul mate on the cool stony ledge with her feet dangling and her big toe skimming the surface of the clear luke-warm water, breathing in the crisp smell of fresh, mountain air, many thoughts ran through her mind. 'Am I doing my part to make the world a better place? Am I a good mother, wife, person? Will my children grow to be the responsible, compassionate adults I hope for them to be? If I sit up straight like this, will my fat rolls be visible through the camera lense?' "
This picture is out of order. Let it be known that I, The Big E, caught the first fish of the day. Thank you, thank you.
Our camp couldn't have been more cozy. Instead of the warm weather we were hoping for, we were blessed with the opportunity to experience a brief summer storm, and cool weather throughout our stay. However, we were able to enjoy sporadic patches of sunshine.
Everyone was able to experience the thrill of catching a fish, and feel it yank on the fishing line in its effort to escape our grasp. At the end of the day, we had a grand total of 15 small mouth bass.After packing it up and settling in the truck, I looked back to check on the littles.
Our work here was done. Claque* dismissed.* Claque (klāk) n.
- A group of persons hired to applaud at a performance.
- A group of fawning admirers.
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