It was an interesting weekend. Here in Colorado, one could fish with no fishing license. I think we have taken the girls fishing one time in Florida, so we were excited to go. We bought our gear and the humongous night crawlers and headed to Palmer Lake. We went late in the evening on Saturday. No luck with the fish. The girls liked it though, so we went again at 5AM on Sunday, before church. No luck, but we did see a really cool musk rat. Do you remember the song? If you do, you are old like us. We went again Sunday, after church. No luck, but we did see a fellow and his two boys come along and immediately catch a trout. I thought the girls were going to strangle him, but they remained calm. We didn't catch a single stinkin fish. We did catch some great family time. The girls learned to cast and they got really good at it. There was a train track next to the lake, so Becca enjoyed getting a few pennies smashed. We caught up with each other and that was way more important than any fish. We will go again. A different lake, but we will go again.
Something interesting happened with Laura, this weekend. She wanted to go to a party at the house of a friend we had never met. We called the parents and all seemed alright, but I just had a weird sense about this party. Laura left her email up on Saturday and the friend was bragging that her boyfriend had slipped into her room the night before. We did not freak, but we questioned Laura about the friend. We called the girls parents, but for some mysterious reason, the girl always answered and we couldn't get through to her parents. We told Laura she couldn't go to the party. What she did surprised us. We expected this big blow up. She didn't . It was as if she knew this friend was wacko and she WANTED us to tell her no. She needed us to draw a boundary. Wow, did we learn a lot. I learned that I have a good kid with a good head on her shoulders. I learned that we MUST stay on top of what our girls do and who they do it with. I am still digesting all that happened over the weekend. I am sure I will have more deep thoughts about this to post later.
On a lighter note. Does anyone know how to keep critters out of the garden? When we got home yesterday, something had bit my tomatoes off at the ground. The whole plant. I was steaming mad as I just put them in the ground last week.
Happy day to you all.
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I heard of that there old son Muskrat Love. So there, I am an old fart, but Court is the one who told me about it, so really, he is the old fart. Glad you investigated the pary and you said no to Laura. A lot of my friends have a hard time telling thier kids NO. I on the other hand have no problem at all. When your kids hate you, just know that you have done something RIGHT. These girls can be hard to raise. They can be down right sneaky and way smarter than their old 80's parents. So far, I think I know every thing about my 13 year old. I think?
Good job, Laura (and you and Tom) re: the party and the wacko friend. I dread those days ahead.
Re: the critters, we got this thing called the scarecrow for the garden -- you can find it on Amazon by searching "scarecrow sprinkler." We haven't put ours up yet but a friend recommended it. It detects motion in your garden and sprays water at the intruder when it's set up. You might look into getting one of those?
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