vacation. . . so nice

Fishing with dad

It is just like the country song by Trace Adkins.

I’m lost in her there holdin’ that pink rod and reel
She’s doin’ almost everything but sittin’ still
Talkin’ ‘bout her ballet shoes and training wheels
And her kittens
And she thinks we’re just fishin’

I say, “Daddy loves you, baby” one more time
She says, “I know. I think I got a bite.”
And all this laughin’, cryin, smilin’ dyin’ here inside’s
What I call, livin’

And she thinks we’re just fishin’ on the riverside
Throwin’ back what we couldn't fry
Drownin’ worms and killin’ time
Nothin’ too ambitious
She ain’t even thinkin’ ‘bout
What’s really goin’ on right now
But I guarantee this memory’s a big’in
And she thinks we’re just fishin’

She’s already pretty, like her mama is
Gonna drive the boys all crazy
Give her daddy fits
And I better do this every chance I get
‘Cause time is tickin’
(Yeah it is)

And she thinks we’re just fishin’ on the riverside
Throwin’ back what we couldn't fry
Drownin’ worms and killin’ time
Nothin’ too ambitious
She ain’t even thinkin’ ‘bout
What’s really goin’ on right now
But I guarantee this memory’s a big’in
And she thinks we’re just fishin’

She ain’t even thinkin’ ‘bout
What’s really goin’ on right now
But I guarantee this memory’s a big’in
And she thinks we’re just fishin’
Yeah, aww, she thinks we’re just fishin’

Jillian Micheals kicks my hiney

I have been meeting with this lady and Jillian Micheals (whose intense face makes me laugh) weekly. I have substituted smoothies for cookies and milk for breakfast. I Bought clearance stretchy pants and running shoes. But that is all of the grown up choices I am doing for now. I still enjoy my picky foods. This feels good. I finally got through the workout without huffing. Plus I get some friend time which takes me and her back to high school but with better conversation.

We did not get pinched on St. Patty's day.

 Ps. Do you spy the stinker brother?

I have been on a roll lately, crafting up the antiques. I am so excited for what I have next up my sleeve. . . .can't say anything for my husband.

This is my life

And I am so glad it is Friday. With a 5:30 wake up call to dress floppy armed children with kicking legs, just knowing I do not have to do it tomorrow pushes me through the day.