Own A Boat...

Hmmm, it's 12:30 in the morning.  Really, that's the only time I have to blog when I actually want to think about what I write instead of just, 'Hey, here's pictures of our family...mostly of our daughter....isn't she cute?...The End'. 

See, we recently started a business of our own and it has had us hopping.  I don't actually do the work...that's Mr. M's department.  Okay, well I actually do keep the books but he does all the hard work.  But that leaves me home alone with the Little Goose ALL day and into the night.  There's lots to do to keep the household running and run the business too.

But enough about that.  Today I'll tell the short tale of owning the boat.

When I was younger, we were invited a few times each summer to go waterskiing with a neighbor family.  They patiently taught us to waterski, kneeboard, and wakeboard.  After listening carefully to instructions, I would position myself in the water with my elbows on the kneeboard and rope in hands.  I took a deep breath and yelled, "Hit it!"  (That's what you yell when you're ready...yeah, okay you already knew that.)  My first few tries were unsuccessful and the family patiently encouraged me to try again.  Their efforts eventually paid off and I got up.  I cautiously stayed within the boundaries of the wake, not daring to venture outside.

As the years went by, I became more daring and eventually crossed the wake, out into the virgin water.  If I was lucky, it was a calm day and the lake was smooth as glass.  The neighbor boy taught me how to cut back and try to jump the wake.  Yeah, I made it a couple inches.  But boy it felt great!  I begged and begged my dad to buy us a boat, but to no avail.

Several years later I was in college and my dad called to tell me they had bought the neighbor's boat since that family was upgrading.  I was elated!  He often took my younger brother and I to the lake.  We had a lot of fun with that boat and were able to invite other families to go with us, thus passing on the tradition.

Just shortly after we were married, we purchased a boat from Mr. M's brother.  He brought the boat from Minnesota to North Dakota and we brought it home to Idaho from there.  We spent some fun time on the lake then.  My jump skills hadn't improved much, but I still have a lot of fun.

(Said skills seen here...do not make fun of the face I make while jumping.  I'd like to see how YOU look while attempting that!  Ha ha)

And even Mr. M gave it a whirl...

He performed a major overhaul on our boat the next summer by replacing the transom and rotten floor boards and was also able to find and seal several holes that caused water to leak into the boat.  He worked hard and did a great job.

He has also taken it fishing a lot and he takes the dog with him.  Little Goose and I will go sometime too...just not yet.  I'm not comfortable with my baby on the open water. 

It is a great boat and was certainly a great investment.  We look forward to many more summers of fun.