Sometimes, I Find Oldish Pictures and Just Want to Share Them with the World

2 months ago we went fishing

Well, its no secret I love family outings- even if it involves slimy, gross swimming thingies eating worms. Bleh. I know, I know- fishing is "fun." Well, fishing is also kind of gross. I try to be a good country girl to my wonderful romantic-comedy-enduring husband, but fishing just really makes me kinda want to puke. 

Sitting in nature is great. Talking about things is great. Having to grab the actual flopping fish- I draw my line.

Not to mention, John could fish for hoooouuuurs, I am done after about 30 minutes. 

Caity always insists fishing is her and Dad's thing- not even trying to compete with her!

But like I said- I am all about family time, so I trooped it out and had a great time.

Anyway, without further adieu...

Johnny and Caity with their fishing poles

John says I am exaggerating, BUT the bridge we have to cross to get to "our" (or John's) favorite spot is seriously death defying. If a train came, I am pretty sure we would all die, and the tracks have like 8 inch gaps between each one! It is totally scary- if you aren't cool and brave like myself.

Dad caught a fish...Caity was a little concerned.

Now, she is excited and I am pretty overenjoyed as well- its not every day John catches a fish- literally,  in fact, he like has terrible fishing luck.

Johnny is is about as much of as fan of that fish as I am.

Them doing their thing

My attempt at a cute family picture...hmmm. Johnny crying and John looks slightly awkward- haha.

Anyway, it was overall a lot of fun, minus the fact Johnny sat in a huge pile of cow poop. Like father, like son. bwahaha (what am I? 10?)  Then we went home and had some fish. And it was in all a great day to be alive.

for the sake of blogging.

Things are just plain busy. I should be packing for the move.  But since that isn't happening..why don't I talk to all my imaginary friends in the blogsphere.
We have stuff. Lots of stuff. Not a compatible collection for a 10 hour away move, if you know what I am saying. Its not that we're hoarders or anything we just possess all sorts of useless things we put value on and refuse to get rid of....wait, what? I don't know what your talking about.  Soooo, I am trying to kick the habit with my trusty garbage can. It is long. It is tedious. So I am now blogging.
Today was Caity's last day of Preschool. Yep. And when I explained it to her, she responded with, "what a relief."
I grunt/growl when I get frustrated. Johnny and Caity also do this now.  Sometimes they will just do it to echo me. Me: RRRRR. Caity: RRRRR. Then Johnny: rrrrrrr.  And then I laugh because I literally hear how obnoxious I sound.
Can you  believe John is going to be a law student? I can't. He can. I should be able to.
Caity and Johnny are joint at the hip... she runs one way, he toddles on after her. Quite entertaining.