We're all different but none of us has changed

Last Saturday I went to my 20th high school reunion. What a hoot! Nearly half of my just over 60 person graduating class was there, some with spouses, some without. We hugged, laughed, reminisced and acted like we were still in school. There was a frightening amount of talk about kids in high school and graduated, but also refreshing to know a lot of us have kids in early elementary school still.
We are all so successful in who we have become and  I am so proud to be part of the class of 1990. Thanks to all for the wonderful time, and for Aaron, Anna and Bobby, bless you and we missed you.

The following morning my husband and I took the kids fishing at a local lake. Believe it or not, with all of the lakes around and having lived here my entire life, it was only about the 5th time I have fished! I caught a little bluegill and was soooo proud. When I was little my brother, sister and I fished off of my grandmother's dock a few times. We caught Oscar the trout over and over on a bare hook. Other than that, maybe one or two times off of the dock at Irish's and one time at some random club my grandfather belonged to in BFE Petoskey.

Bottom line: I loved it. Except for the 2 water snakes I saw (one of which I nearly stepped on). One of the snakes was about 4' long and 2" across. Gross. That one was in the water and I was standing on top of the dam, so there was no way it was getting me, but none the less when the nearby frog splashed into the water I squeaked. The smaller snake was on the other side of the lake and as I was walking down to cast it flew off into the water while something else went the other way. The other little guy was a leopard frog who, when I was pointing him out with my rod, jumped up and tried to get my lure. It was quite entertaining.

All the while, as we were making our way around the lake casting here and there, my daughter was picking and eating huckleberries all along the trail. Ever read "Blueberries for Sal"? That's my girl! Kaplink, kaplank, kaplunk.

All the while, the whole 4 hours we were at the lake, the local osprey was taking turns perching on a dead birch tree and flying about fishing not too far away. What an idyllic day.

On a completely different note, my brothers have organized both a full and half marathon in town on October 9th. Some sick part of me is considering trying for the 1/2. Right now I am still struggling with my foot, which hurts a bit often and a lot after I hit 3 miles. I need a new rug-type thing for the basement; now that I've sold so much of our old stuff I have more room. My mountain bike is there next to the treadmill but I'm lacking a good space for videos. I never did find the bikini body advertised by Shape magazine but I'm not giving up all together. Videos kill the boredom of the bike and treadmill, though right now I'm running through middle earth with Legolas and Aragon fighting the Orks. Motivating.

So, keep at it, cast your line, and remember a medium fish is fun to catch, too.