Keep Fishin'

Growing up I always felt my dad wanted boys, not that I didn't feel loved; I did.  My dad was very much the outdoorsy type--he hunted, fished, played golf, etc.  He wanted my sister and I to share in those things he loved.  We did not enjoy them.  We did love our dad, though.  He would wake us up at the crack of dawn, make us grab our Snoopy fishing rods (his way of coaxing/tricking us into fishing) and hit the lake.  I wish I could say those were lovely memories.  It usually ended in my dad's frustration, because a) I talked too much or b) my sister whined incessantly.  My poor dad.  He put up with a great deal from us.  But if he asked, we went.   I honestly don't think I've been fishing since I was maybe 10 or 11 (about the time I started to figure out I was way too cool to hang with dear old Dad).

The credit for the idea for this month's "thing," again goes to my friend, Cory.  He challenged me to get all the licenses I could.  I didn't go that far, but I did get my fishing permit.  I applied online and have not yet received it.  Once I do, I'm going to fish...cue the theme song from "The Andy Griffith Show."  

Just so you know, I can bait my own hook.

Stay tuned for August--it's going to be huge...driving lessons (I need to learn to drive a stick shift) and IRELAND!!!!