Updates

I would like to introduce you to our new home, um, I mean new boat. I tried to take the pic at an angle where you could see it without the old boat behind it but no luck. As you can probably tell the big black ski tower is on the old boat in back. The new one is almost flat accross the top. I have resigned myself to the fact that if I want to see my husband ever again I must do so by being present on the boat. I have a funny story. Earlier this week Chris and I took the boat out to Thunderbird sans children. Chris backs the boat off the trailer and starts to drift out into the water. I got in the truck and pulled it around to park. I walked down to the peir and noticed he was just drifting farther away. The boat wouldn't start and he couldn't get the trolling motor to work. My purse, cell phone, everything was on the boat. All I had were the keys to the truck. Before he got to far away to hear me I yelled, "What do I do?" He told me to run up to the information point and get someone to come help him get back in. I drive up to the place that James used to live right behind. The sign said closed but I walked in anyway. I see a lady chatting on the phone with her cousin and brother and everyone else in the world. There is a nice older couple patiently waiting for her to hang up. After about 10 minutes I got a little frustrated. I made small talk with the couple and said my husband was stuck adrift in the lake. So they were kind enough to tell me to go in front of them and get assistance first. Eventually (it's been about 20 minutes now) the lady hangs up. I explain to her that the boat wouldn't start and the wind was pushing the boat out into the lake and we would need to radio someone or get some kind of help getting Chris back to shore. She was clueless. Not even the first idea who to call. She says she'll call the department of public safety. Calls and they are closed. Now she is out of ideas. She was trying to send me on my way. She said, "Well boaters are usually nice. Maybe someone will stop to help you." Okay lady it's mid March. There is barely anyone else on the lake. Chances are small that another boat will pass. Plus it was after 5. Finally I say, "Can I just use your phone? I will call my uncle. He will know what to do." She looks at me like I'm an idiot and mightily says, "And WHO is your uncle?" James Sanders. Well, she straightened right up. She suddenly became very helpful and very motivated to resolve my situation. Right about that time Chris calls up to the info place and tells her that he only flooded the motor and everything was okay now. I left the situation thinking, "Wow, if we were really in desperate need Chris would have just been adrift at sea all night!" So moral of the story: If you are ever drowning, burst into flames, stranded or otherwise in a pickle at Thunderbird lake don't bother asking for help. Just start name dropping by yelling James Sanders! James Sanders! You will have better luck that way. Too bad that won't cover me at all lakes.

My children are staying the night with Mom and Dad. Chris and I are going to do some Easter shopping and then pack up our things and head out to Watonga. Chris has signed us up for a fishing tournament. Apparently we need to "practice" before our big fishing tournament we do every year with Cox. LOL. He wanted to drive to Watonga in the morning and be there at 5:30 am. I laughed very hard and promptly googled hotels in the area. So we are going to stay the night out there and spend the day on the water tomorrow. Hopefully I will catch a fish or at least start a tan. I suppose the rest of the spring/summer/fall I will either be at work, at a tball game or on the lake. So if you ever need to find me! LOL. Wish me luck at the tournament. I could win a whole fifty dollars!