Here Fishy Fishy! I've got some juicy worms for you!!!

Two sentences that I would have sworn would NEVER pass my lips . . .

"Here Fishy Fishy! I've got some juicy WORMS for you!!!"

Oh, Lord, help me now.

Ok, let me start at the beginning.

We are on day 24 of PG's (aka: Phil Guy, the husband, the daddy, the man of all men) 25 day business trip, and boy oh boy - I can't WAIT until tomorrow, when the girls and I will head to Midway Airport to pick up our guy! While the past 24 hours had been particularly stressful at home with the girls, I have to say that overall - we did a FANTASTIC job! We created A LOT, we laughed, we cooked, we cleaned, and we even fished. Ok, let's get to that last one, shall we?

So, last night my phone rang. I answered it. And on the other end was PG's Mom, Grandma Lill, who asked if we had any plans for this morning. Since we had no plans, I said, "Nope, we're open!" "Great," she said, "I'd like to take the girls fishing!"

"GREAT!!!" I said, and very quickly pictures flashed through my mind of all the things that I could do while Grandma Lill and the girls fished. OH, it was going to be a lovely time. I could . . . clean the house, do laundry, or perhaps sit and finish Eat, Pray, Love that I've been reading all summer. Oooo, I could go shopping to Costco and stock up on meals for the week, I could steal a few quiet moments at Starbucks all alone. Or perhaps . . . dare I dream it? I could get a  P E D I C U R E? Oh, it was lovely . . . that is, until I heard, "But, I think I need you to go with us, because I'm not sure if I could handle Katie and Ella. I would need you there for help with Ella." 

You know when things kind of happen in slow motion? In my head, at that very moment, I envisioned a car coming to a screeching halt and crashing into a brick wall. Did she just say, "I NEED YOU TO GO WITH US??" Seriously . . . . have you met me?

Now, let me remind all of you dear blog friends . . . I am NOT a fishing type of girl. Nope, not at all. It's not that I don't support all those girls out there who are fishing type of girls. But me - I just am NOT one of them. I am the same girl who hates the heat, who is not a fan of gardening or mowing the lawn, who doesn't even care to take care of a neighbors little beta fish when they are away, and who would rather have a tooth pulled and visit the gynecologist at the very same time, INSTEAD OF FISHING! (Sorry for the visual there, but I think you get my point, right?)

"Sure . . . . I'd  LOVE to go!" I said.

Augh. The things we do for our children.

So, this morning at 10AM, there I was . . . fishing.

Pretty impressive hold on that pole, don't you think? Before long Katie caught her very first fish . . .

Then Ella . . .

And OMGoodness - you WON'T believe this . . . but I caught a fishy, too!

Yes, that's ME and my FISH. Don't make fun of the hat . . . it was sunny and WARM out there, and we all know how much I dislike the heat, right?

After a couple of hours and about 20 fish later, we took a break for lunch. It was at that moment that I actually admitted to having . . . fun . . . while . . . fishing. There, I've said it.

I had to laugh to myself at one moment, as I reflected on the adventures of the day while my fancy little bobbin' thingamajig floated gently in the water (I sound like a real fisherman now, don't I?) Anyway, driving past on us on the road near the lake was a man in a jeep. He was BLASTING his radio . . . the song playing was John Denver's "Thank God I'm a Country Boy." For a minute I was sure that someone must have paid him to drive past me blasting that song - for I am far from a Country Girl . . . but you know what they say . . .

If the shoe fits. . .

Well, Hee-haw! I think I make a pretty darn cute Country Girl! ;)  And I'm so glad that I spent this day with my two little fishing girls. We had a fantastic time, and they were so proud of their Momma . . . and I have to say, it was a day I will never forget.

Have any unforgettable days lately where you did something outside of your norm? I'd love to know about them . . . .