GONE FISHIN!!

SO i a wake up about 9 am is on saterday morn to the kids sneekin around as quite as can be. tryin hard not to wake mom up in a bad mood.

and i get this over welming feelin of GUILT. its the last week end befor the school starts after the spring brake and we hadnt really done a dam thing as a family out of the house all vacation.

well we did go to dinner and get some shopein done but hell thats a chore not a fun thing.

so as im layin there lisoning to the kids make their brakefast. and talkin a bout weather or nto to make mommys colfee now or wait tell she wakes up. i start to brain storm for one last big bang fun thing to suprize them with.

i had hoped to take them to disney land but that fell. and i thougth how about the movies. but have no clue what time or what is playing.
thought chucky cheez.... but hello 200 bucks for grease seemed dumb
minny golf??? mmm well now there is a idea but at 24 bucks a kid LMAO NOT GONNA HAPPEN!!

FISHIN HOT DAM WE WILL GO FISHING!! why i tought of fishin i have no clue. hell we didnt even have poles. but i recalled seein them at wal-mart for like 9 bucks. not bad ......
well hell now even im all excited about this outing. even if we have to drive 50 miles and buy poles and licances and ect ect ect. not to mention no clean nice cloths were ready for the kids. hell THEY BE FISHIN THEY DONT NEED NO STINKIN NICE CLOTHS haha this was perfict. and i hoped out of bed and tossed on some pants, a old T, and a sweety. DIDNT EVEN PICK MY HAIRS OUT OR DO MAKE UP. just did the ol stand by scrunchy thing.

SWONG OPEN THE BED ROOM DOOR!!!!

lmao the kids scater like roches. i could see the fear in their eyes. OO CHIT WE WOKE UP THE MOMMY!! lmao hahahaha.

so i glared them down. reall hard like. got really close to the 5 yr old. looked her eyeball to eyeball. and asked "where is the mommys colfee?" PANIC " sophia said no not tell you woke up mommy "
to sophia i go eyeball to eyeball. and ask " am i a wake now?" and in her true toltly unconserned way as tho she would know it all she replyed. " DUH MOM your eyes are open and your like walking arnt you ? (rolls her eyes) "
oo hell NO RESPECT AT ALL I TELL YA. not for the mommy. so then i just straten out my sweaty and tell them all stait out that i shall have to go to the store to get my colfee then.
oo hell the magic word STORE!! a corse of little voices and a intperative dance of little feets. " mom mom mom take me!! take me!! please mom pleeeeeeaaassee!!"

'' WELL your father is still a sleep out in his new toy (moter home) out side, i cant very well leave you all here i guess. " soo just get your cloths on and run a brush across them fangs and main you all got there and get your butts in the dam car." " HELL JUST THINK MOMMY OF 4 KIDS AND I HAVE TO BUY MY COLFEE AT THE STORE" (huffin and stomping off)

(insert evil laugh here) they have NO CLUE haha this will be great fun. heheh besides whats the point of haveing kids and if cant mess with their little brains now and again right?

sorry guys ill have to get back to you all on this one hubby callin.

awww, leave us hanging like that!

LOL

ok sorry bout that im back for a min here. i had to hope on world or warcraft and make my hubby new bags and enchant his gear cuz he made a new toon. lmao

ooo anyways. whare where we???...... aww yes i see

so the little mosters are running a round the house tosses PJ tops here and there. fling go a slipper and some where a long the line a pair of chonies ends up on the back of the sofa. ...

about 15-20 min later i got 4 kids standin infornt of me. with inside out Ts and 4 shoes on the wrong feet. and a hair ribon hangin off the back of a rats nest of golden hair. BUT THEY ARE READY TO GO!! lol

but hey we be GOING FISHIN so its good enough for me. i tell them all to grab a hoodie and get their hinnys in the car. im haveing caffeen withdraws. ( that part was rather true) man i need my colfee in the morn.

they go bookin it out the door. with hoodies in hand and sleves dragin in the wet grass and dirt.... tis to seemd uninportant as they are just goin fishin any way.

and thats when the fight starts. leader of the pack sophia goes flyin out the door headin for the frount set of the car. and she almost makes it but trips over the old water hose im sure i had asked a zillon times fr them to roll up the days befor. all tho she dont really hit the ground just does a little hand plant. this is enough to start a chain reaction of butt cheacks and elbones on a pile up..but this is just the advantage the littlest needs to take the lead. she diches past the pile up and makes it to the car in 1st place swings open the door and hopes in her set...... funny how she was just wantin in the car first and not the frount set. being she still has a year befor she is alowed to be out of her car set any way.............

crap guys ill continue in a bit i have to get the next batch of kids off to shool now.

ok back again ill try to finsh this.

so i come dragin my ass big time by now its been almost 45 min sence my peepers peeled open that morning and im NEED MY DAM COLFEE!! and im thinking is it worth the extra 12 miles in the oposet direction to get a cup or just to tuff it out tell we hit walmart for a nasty ass cup off the micky Ds? and consitering the gas prices of almost dam near 4 bucks a galon. " OOO WOWWIES ME WHAT TO DO??"

when i come a round the corner of the house to see the demise of the tagteam race that seems to have gone allllll wrong.
sophia is mumbling every alterenative 4 letter word she can at the "dumb butt mofo stinkin fricking hose" that got her NEW invader zim T dusty.
terry sitin on the wood pile with one pant leg rolled up red faced with tears in his eyes pissoff big time.
rachel in her true just mean and tuff way callin him a wussy cuz 'LOOK I HAVE A SKINNY KNEE AND IM JUST FINE!" as she swings open the door to the car.(i think just to add insolt to injery) as brother gets more pissed cuz opening the car door is "MANS WORK"
and last but not lest the littlest julia kickin it in side the car grinning ear to ear. pleased as puddin pie informing the HOLE LOT OF THEM that " I WIN I BEAT YOU HA HA HA HA"
ooo hell!!!!!!! what have i started?? the day is sure to show all this and we have not even drove out the dam driveway yet.

sooo a few min later all 4 brats manage to get in the car with set belts on and are in that aspect ready to go. but are still yellin and hallain at each other and just well feeding the fuels of each petpev of a quickly growing forest fire of hell.

im thinkin "what the hell did i start? and maybe it is not wroth the truble after all" " ill give them a little hint. maybe that will shut them up for a bit?"

" WOULD YOU ALL JUST SHUT YOUR DAM TRAPS!! THE FISH ARE GETING A WAY FOR CRYIN OUT LOUD!!"

and silance...............1sec......2 sec.....4sec........

rachel="mom your brain is messed up. i know you need colfee but dorthy and dorthy brothers are in their tank in the house just fine.... i fed them this moring"
julia= "they are my fishies you cant feed them!!! mom got them for me!!"
rachel="so i did want you gonna do about it"
terry="she is right rachel they are her fish"
sopha="SHUT UP TERRY YOU TALK TO MUCH"

from there i have no clue what they all griped about as i CRAKED UP THE RADIO REALLY LOUD to just drown them all out of my alrady "messed up colfee depirved bain"
im pretty sure this continued all the way to town and to wal-mart. cuz when i pulled in the drive way and truned off the car they were all scrapin like 4 wet hens over the best worm.

sigh...... " you all best straiten up in here or we will trun this car a round and youll get no dam fish at all" " AND I MEAN IT DONT PUSH ME. I HAVE NOT HAD MY COLFEE YET!!" " WHAT ARE THE RULES?"
a corus of little voices. "dont talk to mommy in tell she has had her colfee"

they now seem a bit confuesd this is the 2nd time mom said something about fishes? and we are at walmart? they desided it must be a big fish sale and all then started bickering about what fish THEY wanted and how come the others cant have one like theirs. but atlest they are quiter now.

rachel=MOM!! MOTHER!! MY KNEE IS STILL BLEEDING AND ALL YOU CARE ABOUT IS FISH AND COLFEE!!

omg this kid is gonna go there? sigh she has a tiny schached knee. just red not evena drop or hit of blood.
i pull out a alcahal swab and a band aid out of the car first aid box hand it to her with out a word, and step out to have a smoke as she puts on her bandaid.
rachel= '' MOTHER IT SPIDERMAN I WANTED MY LITTLE POINY BANDAID im a girl"

OMG for cryin out loud will the drama ever JUST STOP!!? (now understanding why in the wild the mothers EAT THEIR YOUNG) I hand her a my little poiny bandaid. and we head for the doors of the store.

once inside they form the "ducky formation" ( this is where all the kids form littlest to bigest line up behind me and every 2-3 sec give a qack this is so i know all 4 kids are behind me and i can tell by the qacks who is where and when) seems silly but it works. lots of wakos out there and all tho by this point i would consiter willingly payin one to take a kid.... ,.... yeah well im sure you understand.

we walk past the pet food....past the dog caller and toys...past the bird stuffs.... right past the fish......

they all pase a sec and call out mom the fish are here. im all like yeah i see that come a long kids.... but mom the fish? huh come a long kids.

and in to sporting goods. where there is a fine asortment of many fishin poles form 7bucks to 60 bucks. and a hole box of really cool 11 buck ones of all kinds of colors. i then make a really big mistake. i ask them to pick 1 out each.......

well lets just say fishin poles should be consiterd DEADLY WEPONS........ and 4 poles 2 "how to fish with your kids packs" 1 pack of smily face wal-mart bobbers 6 cool ranbow glitery fishes with hokes, fish net, waits, and a spool of extra line just in case and 2 jumbo size buckits of nightcrawlers later we head to the register.
and the lady at the register happens to have a husband that works at the hispaea lake just about 30 miles a way. she tells me the price for the licance and the times and asures me they are open. then ask what will we be keepin the fish in when we get them? oo heck didnt think of htat just figor we will do the catch and relese thing. she is all like oo no you cant do that you have to get a "stringer" to place your fish on when you get htem and youll just have to have them for dinner. well ok fine so back to sporting goods for a stringer. and then out the door.
GREAT NO GAS across the street to the gas stop. and 45 bucks in the tank laster and 5 muffens 5 milks and 5 bottles of water and a VERY LARGE COLFEE we are findly off.

HOT DAM WE BE HEADIN FOR THE LAKE WE GONNA GO FISHIN!! WOOT

and now maybe its the colfee but things are lookin up. kids are getin a long a little better. just a few "stop touching me" and " im not touching you im not touching you" but for the most part all seem pretty cool.

we make it to the lake at strait up noon. hop out of the car and head in to the little shack for our licance and day pass. then go back and get the stuffs and find a rather nice little grassy place just on the shore of the lake. it was a little bussy that day but not to bad. got nice distance from the other fishers. and all seems a go. in tell......

the mommy rememberd she had NO CLUE how to string a fishin pole..... great 4 excited kids all the fixins and cant string a pole.

BUT i got 2 "complet"(rolls eyes) "how to fish with your kids packs" ha ha oo yeah im not so dumb im good just read the book and do what it saids. not a prob we are cool. we gonna fish im sure of it...
so we open the stuff up and place it in our handy dandy tackle box. and i read the how to string a pole chapter of the book. (speed reading if you will got kids doing the hury up mom dance)
ok string up this way and that way in this loop and that one and and and..... CHIT NO WAY TO CUT THE LINE!!!
OO OO WAIT ALL GOOD ill lite a smoke and burn the line. ha ha.
ok pole strong. now for the spiner and fancy knot.... seems easy enough after all i was a sout mom. i can tie a knot ..........awwwww........ mmmmmmm. WTF??? huh.......
2 fancy all you need "complet" fishing packs and NO DAM SPINNERS??
no spiner no hook... no hook no fish.... what a rip off. so i hand the oldest MORE MONEY and send her to the shack in hopes they have spinners for sale....
she comes back with a small pack of spinners...... soo i get the littlest one done and relize that knot didnt go as planed but hey she is 5 she wont noice. and on goes the hook and now the bobber 3ft up the line just as the book said. and now for the worm. open the buckit of worms and the son FREAKS OUT!!

MOM THEY ARE ALIVE!! YOU CANT USE THEM THEY ARE A LIVE MOM YOULL KILL THEM YOU CANT STAB THEM IT WILL HURT!! tears...

i explain that it is there roll in life to feed the fish. they are spota die to day. its the way it was plained out.

oo NO WAY ill take a rubber squid. no worm you all are just plain mean!!

fine the girls get worms and he gets a rubber squid.

ok its a lot to read so you all read up all this stuffs...i need to get the 4th kid ready for school now and i have a nail apontment and a parant teacher meeting ill try to finsh this story later today

I'm sitting here with my sides cramped up and tears of laughter streaming down my face. I can SO relate!!!!!!!!

oh man this is just great I love it come on you just gotta finish the story

LMAO im sure glad you all find this so funny.. hell i was consitering goin mommy awall. lol.....

ok we left off at worms....... ooo the worms....

now beside the fact that terry was istarical over the fact they where live. liveing moveing wiggley critters. and my desperit atempt to make reason... i have to admit i did feel a little guilty about impaileing them with a steel hook. and tossing them to a certen death be it by fish bite or drownding. but im the mommy i have to be stong. their death was for the greater good. really it was.... wasnt it?

so bravly i got hold of one (seemingly short fat one) and riped him form his happy little shreded newspapper home.

now you got to understand the issue here. i open buckit of worms see lots of fat grubby little things kickin back in their happy little news papper home im sure just reading the funnys or sport section.
and HOLY HELL THE HAND OF DEATH come in rapin and pilageing.
any liveing critter would retateate dont ya think?? yeah well maybe i should have constierd this my self but it was to late.
i grab the worm and OH HELL i got the "TERMINATOR" worm from down under, the thing GROWS (soo not kiding here 9 maybe 11 inches) in spit sec. and starts a therashin a round like a pissed off pit viper..(fast glance at the buckit to be sure i got worms not snakes, nope saids 24 large nightcrawler??) yeah if they say so... did you know they can bite?? yeah well they can. not like it hurts or any thing but it will FREAK YOU OUT and give you the hebbie jebbies.

slightly shakeing i atempt to "hook" the worm... this thing is wet and cold as it is and wrapin its self around my fingers and hand. the SQUIRT of slime DID NOT help matters none. and in the end it was my finger on the hook.
OUCH SHIT is that my blood or the worms. not sure really but it was not good.

kids are standing stareing at me like ooo boy that worm is in trubble now... but in terrys loveing way he has a few pointers here for us all .... .." see this is why fishing is dangerus, and you have to watch what your doing. AND why IM GETTIN A RUBBER SQUID! servers you all right for MURDERING a help less life"
the poor kid is lucky to be seeing his next birthday with the look of death i gave him. (evil eye)
"shut up terry you talk to much"
ok so i have been bite slimed and now impailed on the hook. i have lost all feeling of guilt.... the WORM WILL GO DOWN!!! if i have to toss its ass in the water like a football. the WORM WILL GO DOWN.
so i gab it with th hook.. more slime.......... and for good mesure i tist him around a few times and hook his ass again. and findly it is done. all this and 1 fishing pole is now ready.

ok so 1 down and 3 to go. the next 3 will go faster im sure cuz now i know what im doing. so i take them all to the shore and show them now to "cast" out in to the waters. thinkin this will get atlest one kid out form under foot as i get the next pole and battle of the worm kind done on the side...... thinkin im all smart i twist the knob to "max -" meanin it will take this kid FOR EVER to reel in this line there for making more time to deal i with the others.. this "great idea would prove to be futile" but sounded good at the time.
soo anyway after geting them all behind me and out of the way i show them the cool button on the pole and explain. push it down and hold it down. then swing it kinda over your head like this........... and relese the button.....and fling out goes the line about 15 feet with a small kaplunk! wow not bad hell im pretty good at this fishin thing. ..shhh what was that?..(small voice in the wind enters my ear) "ILL BE BACK" wow wtf? shurgs it off must be the "TERMINATOR worm" but i got him good.if he thinks he is comeing back it will be in the belly of a rainbow trout or catfish.... ha well a old women once told me pride would be my down fall. i really should remember these things.
ok that is that and 2 out of 4 kids kickin it out by the waters and 2 taging a long back to the bench for their poles. im feelin rather inpressed with my profromance. and thinkin im not so bad a fisher after all maybe i shoudl have got a pole too:)
and i start on the next kids pole. as the eldest know it all child miss sophia desides she can do hers her self.... fine with me less work, do your oun pole. (huff)

ok this string in here and over ther and in that loop and this one. .... spinner .. fancy knot this time done right and lookin for a hooooooooooooooo.........

MOOOOOOOOOOOMMYYYYYYY HELP HELP HELP MOOOOOOOOOOMYYYY the shrill screams of a 10 yr old little boy.
my heart skips a beat as i trun around in fear of the worst.. some one in the lake. and under the water. or something like this.

and with out thinking i take off like a bat out of hell tourd the shore line only but maybe 30 feet a way.....tripin over and knockin miss rachels little smart ass in the sand. so many things runing in my head,,, the water should only be 3 feet or so here. but that is only 6 inches shallower then the baby is tall. .. is it terry? did he fall in he is skeerd of the water might be nothing... did some one try to take a kid and i missed. OO F*** WHAT IS THE MATTER. CANT I RUN ANY FASTER??

and what seems like 20years later i make it to the edge of the waters where i find 2 kids standing there. (the mommys first assement of the seroundings) 2 kids, on the shore. not drownding.... no strangers.... mm ok no real major danger, WTF is the issue.. ( mommys 2nd assment of the situation) 2 kids on the shore, not in the waters, not drownind... but one is danceing around screamin like a shcool girl.."GET IT OFF GET IT OFFFF AWWWWWWW GET IT OFF ME".. but this is my son.... the other yankin and pullin and swingin around a pink fishin pole..."ITS STUCK IN YOUR HAIR!! IM TRYING IM TRYIN STOP IT TERRY " "YOUR GONNA BRAKE MY FISH STRING"
and a small sweekie voice in the wind "i told ya ILL BE BACK"

yeah you might have guessed by now what had happend,,,,,

seems they pulled in the line, and when the baby tryed her first cast. it didnt go as planed.... it some how ended up in my sons hair,(mind you he has 2 1/2 feet of said hair almost to his little butt.... of long thick dish water hair.) ''TRUMINATOR" and all. stick in his hair. this started a chain reaction of screams jumps and twists. and the hooggy booggy dance. and he freaked out. only intangleing the slime of the worm with the hook in to his hair and the line twisting and pullin on hs little body like a puppit. and with ever yank of the pole it only made it worst.....

ok now you all might find this a little mean. but all i could do was fall to my knees laughing my ass off at the hole situation.. and wish i had a pair of spair depends on hand.

now they are crying with destress and im cryin to from laughin so much. " awwwwgggg ITS NOT FUNNY!!!!!!" my son screams at me in a frustation i had not seen in him befor..... " MOMMY HE IS GONNA BRAKE MY FISH STRING!!!" sobs of fear of never getin a fish at all. form the littlest.

ok guys i got to get a kid off to shcool here ill try to get back. soon

omg I am cring over here lol more more

ok a little side note of info in regards to the importance of his hair to him.....
he as allways been a smooth talker to the ladys, never been shy.. he has deep sea blue eyes and the catapiller lashes to go with them. and he knows how to get that puppy dog look of cuteness, this a lone tends to get even the prettyest teen age girls to go all doey eyed and say things like " ooo he is sooo cute" "awww i wish i was 10 again" or the " dude gots his play on" (shivers at the mer thought of any girl ever beein good enough for my little boy) but any way. he got this small little idea oo say about 6ish that chicks dig long hair. (maybe cuz at the time all his uncles had long hair and always had cute girlfriends) but this idea stuck with him over the years... and this was assement was confermed for him last freedom fest on forth of july. when he sat quitely watchin the other boys hang out about the festaval.......i guess he was gatering data on a mans lvl of thinking thing or silant male bonding thing.... but eather way he was watching them.. and noticed that the short haird well cut church lookin boys hung by them selfs eyeballin the girls... and the long haired skaters or surfin boys didnt even have to look at the girls and they woud fallow giggleing and talkin or just hang around them. ( oo the teenage life lol dont we all miss it?)
im sure as i sat there as mommy just watchin my son study all this. i seen a little light bulb flicker...flicker buzz buzz. AWWWWWWWWW BLINK LIGHTS ON!! over my sons head. "mom them boys are geeks and them guys are really cool.....????.....???.... yup its the hair... has to be the hair......NEVER GONNA CUT MINE AGAIN!"
me= " aww why would you say they are geeks they might be very cool kids just in to differant stuffs?"
son= "nope they are geeks. look no girls like them and they are all by them self''
me= "this might be true but hey seem very happy. smileing and all"
son="trust me mom they only smile to hide the fact they are clearly geeks. im a boy i know boy stuffs. your just a girl you woundnt know any way"
OMG just been kicked off my only sons cool list. (dies a little inside as i relise he is growning up)
me="yeah well girls have coddies who needs them any way (rolls eye)" (the old mommy stand by of last dich efert to get a giggle and aproveal from her little apple of her eye baby boy) FAILED!!
this kinda confuese my son for a sec but he gets over it and looks very blankly at me.....
son="mom girls are SOO HOT.... look at that girl..(points to a cute 13yr old ish lookin little red haird girl across the field) she is pretty and has long red hair..."
and with that coment he hops to his feet and runs across the field to offer her a peace of his gum. then THEY head over to the snowcone shack TOGETHER (with out me ) with her little girlfriends tagin along behind them.

well............ mmmmm...... been almost a year and i still havent much to say about that one.....

so any way his hair means the world to him and here he is with a slimey worm stuck in it...
well of corse i help them get untangled and the warm out of his hair. but the damage was done.. see i failed to notice the 3 cute little girls across the lake giggleing at my sons show of UNCOOLNESS over a worm.
i cast the line back in to the waters and terry and i head over to the bench so mommy can clean the worm slime out of his hair with (god forbid a baby wipe)
son= "I HATE FISHING....... them girls a laughin at me..... i was spota get a big fish not a stinkin worm" tears well up. and i can help but melt a little at his destress. but what the hell can i do about it... lol

now if you recall miss rachel got knocked to the ground in all this excitment.. soo she is mader then a wet hen. and just as mean.. and my untimely retrurn to get HER POLE DONE only made it worst..and to think all cuz a of a stupid worm in terrys hair. soo the anger of the event is about to unleash on my poor destressed little man.
"oo shut up terry.. you think your the bomb.... all the time"
son="oo you shut up your jellus cuz your friends like me more. cuz i AM THE BOMB"
rachel="yeah your a real 'BOMB" all right.....(sounds of fallin debre.........CRASH!!!!! YOU BURN)...... and them girls think your a wussy toooooo so there"......(and the toung sticks out).
terry= NOT UH HOW DO YOU KNOW WHAT THEY THINK YOUR NOT IN THEIR HEAD!!!"
rachel= "well im a girl and i know girls and your a WUSSY"
terry=" MOM MAKE HER SHUT UP BE FOR I PUSH HER BACK IN THE DIRT!!!"
ok now this is just the coment miss rachel needs to get phiscal.... and so she tighens up her little fist. and yells '' BRING IT WUSSY BOY YOULL BE BLOWIN DIRT BOOGERS FOR A WEEK"
oo hell here we go. and like a bad japinese cartoon its on like donky kong. i drop the pole and grab the scruff hair and all of the son with one hand and with the other i got rachel by the back of the hoodie. they are yellin insolts and blames and swinging like otipuses on PCP. and im think LORD WHY O WHY do you only give mommys 2 arms....... i NEED 4.......
well a few scraches and bruses later (more on me then them) they have worn out their agretions and seem pooped enought to just stand there staring at each other. and i can findly let them loose.
" ok that is enough of that i will NEVER SEE THAT KIND OF BULLSHIT AGAIN do you hear me? i mean it .... we are here to have a good time. and hopfuly get some dam fish. not to fight like some wild dog!! now you two get your shit strait and fix this issue or youll both be gounded for a MONTH and i damwell mean it"
oooo the mommy said grounded.... this is not good...........
rachel...=" im sorry terry i was just mad."
terry="yeah me to its cool. we still buds?"
rachel ="yeah if you dont tell any one"

LMAO!!!!!!!!!!! WHAT EVER lol crazy as kids.

meanwile i have her pole finshed. and i hand it to her and send her on her way. and just pat terry and asure him they girls prolly thought it was kinda cute some how.

and i begain to string his pole..."hold on hun ill get yout pole done now and youll have a big old fish in no time and youll be soo cool to them girls"
sophia="sure he will hahah right mom, if you say so"
me= "shut up foo he has had enought already"
she rolls her eyes and goes back to missin with her pole. to "know it all to ask for help yet?" i ask....she just huffs "whatever"
now when did my little baby girl in pink bows and pig tales turn in to such a little B**** i have no clue. and if them eyes roll one more time im thinkin ill poke the dam things out with a stick....... but CONTOLE MOM KEEP IT COOL. WE BE FISHIN WE HAVEIN FUN.... even if it means THEIR LIFE we gonna have some dam fun to day. sigh.... handing the pole to terry and sending him on his way just as rachel comes back to me red faced and pissed off. HER POLE IS MESSED UP!! its all tangled. and now all of a suden sohpia is pissed to cuz some how she got her hook stuck in her NEW jeans. and cant get it out and its "POKEING ME (more alternitave 4 letter words) IT HURTS. MOM GET THE DARN STINKIN FRICKIN THING OFF ME ALREADY!! or im gonna cut if off and youll have to get me more jeans cuz tis is all YOUR FALT you had to do fishin didnt you?"
me= " go head cut it off. i have a old geezzer iron on patch at home will fix them puppys right up good as new" (shurg what she gonna do abut that one? hahah)

well this goes on for about 2 of the 5 hours we have out there at the lake. kid after kid after kid. fightin cryin and geting upset cuz they cant get the pole to cast or roll up or what ever. and worm after worm is sent in to the batle of life and death in hopes for a fish.
but after a wile things smooth out. i get cot up on all the knots tangles and half bit worms. and all 4 kids are in a line fishin with very little in the way of fighting wiht each other. findly I get to slow down a bit and just walk down the line checkin each kid one by one.
and the oddest thing pops in my head as im hookin worms and tossin lines..
"DAM IM A BLESSED WOMEN to have such cool kids. with all this drama they are still my hearts joy)

ok got to get a kid to school now bbl

Yes, you are very blessed ma'dear. Enjoy every heart wrentching, gray hair adding, stomach churning moment. It all seems to come to an end all too fast. (They become teenagers/adults.)

oh man I just love this it is so darn funny
and yep you are blessed to have them thar kids

wild cherry I've heard some fishing stories but yours beats them all!!!

Is it ok to copy yours and send email to a close friend who loves fishing with his kids and now his grandchildren? (i'm told he's going to have 20! soon) he would skin or bone the tiny fish in front of them and fries them in butter for their breakfast, lunch or dinner - most wonderful grandfather in NZ.

But i reckon you are the best mother your kids could ever have... they will have so much fun with having mother like you and they will have cherished and happy memories which will never be forgotten. (((hugs serina)))

ok sorry bout the delay guys as you all can guess they can keep me a bit on my toes. and well ........ yeah. ok. any way.....

lol sure treens you can send it to your friend if you like all tho idont know if he would find it much differant then his oun fishin storys with kids . lmao hahah

and yup im blessed. but i think with kids only their mother would love. cuz i cant see any other parant putin up with half the bull i do some times..... lol but in this case it was worth it........

and now for the final statements of the trip.

ok so we left off with 4 kids kickin it in a line..bla bla bla... no real fightng. bla bla bla... yap yap yap... blessed ect ect....

ok mmmm gosh .... now that i think of it i cant think of much more to say... no fish got cot so i didnt get to to the grandpa thing he gets to with the fishys in butter.
but they did get the hang of fishin in the end. the first one to really get a good cast out was the baby at 5 yr old lol. boy that girl can toss a line like no tomaorow so long and brother is not behind her iwth a worm in his hair.

rachel and terry buddyed up together to try getin a fat trout that was teaseing them just about 2 feet out and at the top of the waters... rachel even got in with the net detrumend to get the fish. but it just doged here and there. but stuck close by.

even my preteen got in to the groove of things. and rolled up her geans to step in a bit. infact we will be goin fishin again on saterday with 3 of her best girl friends to celabrait her 12th birthday. lol her "you had to pick fishin didnt you mom" has changed to "YOU HAVE TO PICK FISHING MOM" lol

and terry got over is worm shyness and was hookin his oun.. even hooked him self a cute little 11 yr old blond girl to sit on the side and fish with him. (rachel even was cool about not pickin on him wile she was there)

so nope no darn fishes. but we did seem to get some good old fastion family time and loveing back in to play for a bit...it was worth every bit of drama just to see them all so kick back. and smileing and well just wasting some time. and no rushin and fussin and stress. just kids bein kids at a fishin hole.

lifes way to bussy now days. we have desided at lest once a month we will be " GONE FISHIN"

LOVE YOU GUYS MISS YA. and ill get back soon

that is cool that your gonna contque to go and do that lol

Awww, great day it was for you all in the end.