First Catch

We attended our Soelberg Family reunion last week. One of the scheduled activities was an afternoon at a fishing hole near The Homestead (located in Midway). We aren't big fisherman so I had to do a little shopping before hand to purchase some poles, bait and a fishing license for the older boys.  On my shopping trip, I found a couple of cute cheap poles for the little girls Lila and Emma and was excited to accompany them on their first fishing excursion.  

When arriving at the fishing pond, I had to rely on the gracious help of my big brother Ryan to get our poles ready. Remember, I am inexperienced, but I did watch and learn and with his help we had everyone fishing and happy in no time (ok, it took a while). I somehow managed to break the "princess pole" but with Lila and her unwillingness to be patient, (what? a 2 year old impatient) kept waving the pole around and dipping it into the water so it was really more of a blessing there was nothing on the end of that pole, meaning fishing line and hook. 

 

While Dad and boys were off doing their fishing thing, I was hanging out with the girls and casting while they took turns with the non-working and working poles. I was also trying to keep them from sitting in the duck poop. Let's just say I failed at this miserably.  Emma seemed to do a little better with the pole that I was able to hook and bait so I let her keep that pole while Lila sat beside her.  Both were as happy as could be.

 

Emma would frequently reel in her line which she seemed to get very good at, so I would get up and cast again for her (I actually quite enjoyed this). 

 

On one occasion I could see that she was getting a little restless so I asked for the pole so I could cast it again for her. As I reeled the line in, I soon realized that this restlessness just so happened to be a fish on the end of her pole. 

 

I was so excited for these girls because they had been asking to "see the fish" and I really didn't think that they even had a chance at catching one. 

 

As you can tell by the photos, Lila was overjoyed but wouldn't touch the fish, while Emma just stared straight ahead with a distraught look on her face.

 

I assured her it was a good thing and we did release the fish so I hope she is not too traumatized. :)

I love these girls. They are hilarious together!

You've lost that bloggin' feeling...

I notice that many people don't blog like they use to. This makes us sad. The ease of Facebook seems to have added to our lazy ways. I can't let myself continue to go on like this. I WILL TRY to do better. I expect the same of you. Please remember that we don't live in the same town as you do, and even if we did, how often do we see you? We can't rely on gossip, We need the truth. We CAN handle the truth. We also need your memories.
I know you're busy. We all are.
HAPPY BLOGGING!

Pin Pals

Lately, my Pin Pal and I have been dishing out some friendly banter to one another. You see, a few weeks ago, a conversation that started out: "I'm a much faster meat wrapper than you and aunt Rachel" ended up with my pin pal also stating: "I am a much better bowler than you are". Healthy conversing right?  Before parting ways with my Pin Pal I stated that I would like to see him "walk the walk", so we decided that the next time he was home, we would have a nice little friendly game of bowling to see who indeed was better. :) I also need to mention that later on that same week, my Pin Pal sent me a photo text with a bowling score of 181 along with what I thought to be some pretty comical threats. I will give my Pin Pal "props", that was a pretty good score.


Determined to give my Pin Pal a little scare, I practiced up with a few work friends. The first round I ended up at 124 (ok, but could be better), with my second round ending up with a 161. I then sent a picture of this to my Pin Pal so that he would know I meant business.

The week arrived that my Pin Pal was home and just like we had planned we drove up to our local "fake" bowling alley. I will explain the "fake" part momentarily...


Warm Up Match...
Pin Pal: 62
Mom: 88

The "Real" Deal...
Pin Pal: 37
Mom: 161

Needless to say, my Pin Pal was not one bit happy with me.

I got the luxury of hearing for the remainder of the evening... "This isn't even a real bowling alley", "This is so stupid, the lanes aren't even the width and length they are suppose to be", "I bowl the same way every time and never miss these shots".  Yes, this continued for the remainder of the night. He even got our other "Pin Pals" to agree with him about the condition of the bowling alley.

I know, I've raised these kids, but I won't take credit for their sportsmanship. You should have witnessed the crying and the swearing. I never do any of those things.

Determined that it was the bowling alleys fault, my Pin Pal wanted a re-match in another facility that met his "standards". Before my Pin Pal left for the week we met again for another round.

Warm Up Match:
Pin Pal: 106
Mom: 88
 
The "Real" Deal:
Pin Pal: 140
Mom:66

 Yes, I was schooled. We all have our bad days right?

This picture above accurately reflects the facial expression my Pin Pal had as we left the bowling alley that day. You should of heard him giggling! He kept saying: "I love it!, this just makes me so happy", "I can't wait to go tell your co-workers" and yadda, yadda, yadda. 
I was just happy I didn't have to listen to my Pin Pal complain and ramble on with excuses as to why he lost.
My Pin Pal could now return to his Grantsville home feeling happy, and me? well, I just felt at peace. :) Why, you ask? You see I totaled up the scores to both bowling matches and it resulted in....

Pin Pal: 345
Mom: 403

Until next time Pin Pal....