Quiting

alright if their is anyone at all out there who still reads this blog... post a comment. Please. I need to know if I still have veiwers. If I don't get any comments I am going to retire the blog. Its becoming more and more of a chore and I seem to be losing my funnyness. I will give it a week o acumulate at least 1 comment.

Stupid Mouse

Update on the mouse:
IT IS STILL STUPID.

Boredom Gets Solved

Okay, raise your hand if you get bored. If you didn't raise your hand then you are a liar. Everyone gets bored. Even thectacular author of this blog, ME. Yesterday I was bored. And up here on the farm we have hills. And barrels that we use to have the horses jump over. And these barrels are open on one end. So, being me, Idecided to squeeze into the plastic barrel and roll down the hill.


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AWSOME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Pics of My Week

Enjoy these pictures. Have a laugh at my pets.


Get it off my head. Now.

I WILL GET THE BALL!!! I WILL GET THE BALL!!!!!

I be sycho dog.

I am a widow. not a black widow, but one just as poisonus.

Yes, I be a pet.

My week

well, the week started out pretty good, church, youth group on Sunday. I have absolutely no recollection of what happened on Monday... am I getting old? Tuesday Sam went to the orthodontist, first day of braces treatment. She got spacers. Tuesday we also got an unexpected house guest. Wednesday: finished the upstairs bathroom closet. everybody now "Hallelujah! Hallelujah! Youth group, downed a whole half gallon of ice cream between the four of us. Ummm. Thursday: house guest went home, it was nice to have him. Worked on the my essay for 9/11, school books came. Stumbled upon an email to Mom. Had something to do with buying a house in Florida. The house is in the RV Park that's on the Gulf of Mexico, (life is so unfair, right?) Will post details. Today: got punished severely for my sister's overreactment... yea. Well I might of done something to trigger that reaction, but the details aren't important. Was in my room for like an hour, then had to clean the entire down stairs, dust, vacuum, dishes, ect. Then went back to my room for like 20 minutes. Then got called downstairs, I apologized, and to save me from being room-bound I cleaned the upstairs bathroom, swept the entire basement, and cleaned up after Sam's baking explosion. But after I wrote the Thank You notes for the birthday gifts that was 3 months ago, hehe, I worked on my essay. Asked Mr. Dad for help regarding the wording of a sentence, and got into a debate about it. Then had to write " I will not argue with the teacher" like 100 times. Fun. Hows your week been?

Our pet goose.... Annie

So a few weeks ago we went down to the place my dad caretakes for. You know the one with the riding lawn mower Sam crashed? See post Sam's AFV $100,000 Winner. Well when we got down there there was a Canada Goose by the pond. So the natural-ness in me decided to chase it. Only the thing had a demented leg, so it couldn't walk. So I chased it and it would sorta hobble off. Then it finally stopped. So I walked over to it, picked it up and carried her home. After some research was done, we discovered she was a baby goose, not quite full grown yet. She also was a girl. So we feed her cracked corn and she drinks like 2 gallons a day.

Meet Annie!

Stupid Mouse

Okay, so, the past month we've been having this big mouse problem. They are getting into everything. So dad set traps out in the cupboards. Well, at first we put peanut butter on the new plastic mouse trap. We woke up the next morning and the peanut butter had been licked off. Stupid Mouse. Dad tried again. And again. And again but the mice kept licking the peanut butter off. So dad broke out the old fashion wooden mouse trap. He put it in the Silverware drawer. The next morning the trap wasn't touched. I slammed the drawer, and the stupid trap went off. Later on the mouse had licked the peanut butter of again. Stupid Mouse. But it gets better. Mom finally took over and told Dad to grind cheese into the little bait holder. So dad did that. Woke up the next morning to a tail in the trap. A mouse tail. Stupid Mouse. Then Dad opens the cabinet, and just about pees his pants as a tailess mouse smiles at him. I think he is going to take the shotgun out next. Stupid Mouse.

Well. My birthday was awsome, got lots of stuff. Guitar Stuff. Sorry for not posting, bla bla bla. anyway, here is a picture of my beautiful horse, Steal.

the end.

:)

Busy syd

Okay it has been 2 weeks since i posted anything. So the first 5 days I was babysitting and practicing guitar and church and chores and horses. I babysat like 2 days, i had worship practice that Thursday, Church Sunday, and working with Steal. But the past week has been a different story. Okay, Monday we got a call from a friend. He said that his wife thought it was time to have her baby. So as Sam and I are jumping up and down the truth crashes upon us. That means we have the boys. Since Deb was scheduled to have the baby a week after, her sister was coming to town to be a sitter for the boys. Ashton is the oldest boy, he's 7. Aiden is 5, and Avory is 2. Well, 3 boys couldn't be that bad could they? For one night? No! Man were we wrong. We went to pick up the boys from their house got them in there various car seats, and headed back to home we made it half way home before we realized Ashton has asthma and needs his Inhaler. Great. we get all the way back to their house, call their dad and ask were it is. He says its in the little blue diaper bag. we spent 20 minutes looking for the little blue diaper bag. Then we found it. In the truck. That night wasn't too bad. The boys slept down stairs on the living room floor and Sam and I stayed on the couch. The next day was fine. Dad went to Stuarts to get milk and lucky charms since the boys don't like any of our cereal. We had the boys dressed and the living room picked by 7:30 right as dad got home. Sam fed them all and i worked on vacuuming the upstairs since we had company coming that day. By the time I was done Sam had the dining room clean and the boys brushing their teeth. yea. The company goes to Florida every winter and stays at our campground, but lives up here in NY. They got here with their granddaughter, Kaylee. She's 8. So the rest of the day was just visiting. When Deb went to the Hospital the doctors told her to come in on Tuesday to have the baby. So now its Tuesday, day 2 night 1 with the boys. we kept the boys Tuesday night. Now its day 2 night 2. Same sleeping arrangements. Boys had eaten were dressed and teeth brushed by 8 the next morning. Got a call from the boys parents, Deb was gooing to have the baby around 1:00 pm that day. Yea!!!! Tuesday was just a visit day too. We kept the boys another night same sleeping arangmeants. now its Day3, night 3. Wednesday morning Boys had eaten, yada yada yada by 8. Around 1:00 pm The boys' Dad shows up to take the boys and Sam and I to the hospital to meet baby Anderson. He was too cute!!!!! then the boys spent night 4. the next day we went to the lake for the day. The boys went home that night. Yea. The company left Friday. We then went to a rainy Birthday party for Andrew. then spent the night at Gramma and Grampa Grangers'. thatis all for now!

Life as it is

Ohhhh boy were to begin, well the robins died, one got digested by the dog and the other i guess froze to death in the night. Cousin Andrew has been coming up often, and going home with different objects such as beaver hides and hamsters. Poor Aunt Sue. Mom and Dad redid our rooms. I love mine. It has been too hot this week to do anything but swim. Cooper and Hunter have come back to live with us for a while, yea. Babysitting is a sucsess, have earned like 150 bucks already. I am trying to sell eggs but the hens aren't giving much with this heat. I am so excited to be an official teen in 24 days!!!!! YEA!!! Andrew came over Monday and left today. We went to Steward's pond today and swam and swam and swam. That is all for now.

Baby Robins

Guess what!!! the day before yesterday i found a baby robin underneath the lilly hedge. I picked it up and found the nest with 2 more babies in it. I put him back and left. Yesterday I went out to check on him, and found the nest torn to pieces. 2 of the babies were hanging off the limbs and one was missing. The parents were no where in sight so I took the babies and put them in the rabbit hut. I put them in a old robins' nest that I found last year. They lived through last night, and it started to rain so i brought them in the basement and put them in a hamster cage next to the baby paint turtle that we found in the yard. So pray that they live through tonight, and so on. Imagine 2 robins that live in your house that come to your shoulder when you call... alright! gtg!

Push on Through

Okay, yes I know I haven't posted in a month but a lot of stuff has been going on. let me catch you up.
When we got home from Florida, alot of stuff needed to be done as you can understand considering 4 months of dead flies turned our floors practically black. EWWW. So there wasn't much of anything done that week except clean, clean, clean. Week 2 was a lot more packed. every day of the week we were gone. People to see, places to go. We visited family, friends, the horses. And more cleaning. Week 3 gets more exciting and detailed. Mom and Dad have been sleeping on a full bed for the past 12 years. And my Grandmother slept on it for 20 years. So Mom and Dad decided they needed a new bed. They went to the furniture store andcame back with a Queen matress, a brown leather chair, and $500 worth of sheets, pillows, comforters and bed spreads. So ever since i started sleeping in the bathtub because i hated sharing a room with Sam, Mom and Dad let me move my bed and dresser into the dogs' room. The bed and the dresser are the onlything that can fit. It's that tiny. It has been a year since I have inheireted the little room. So the parents showed me some love. They said that I could have Sam's room and she could have mine for a year. YES! But that's not the best part!!! I got Mom and Dad's old bed! A full!!! yes!!!!! So that was week 3. Week 4 gets even more interesting. The "week of action", as I call it, started a week ago yesterday. Sam went over to a friend's house to spend the night. So dad and I bought a half gallon of Mint Chip Ice Cream for the 2 of us. MMMM. We finished that. We stayed up late and watched National Treasure Book of Secrets (really good, not that its the first time I saw it, I've seen it before... anyway itis really good). Thursday Sam came home with her friend who spent that night. Then my cousin Andrew, who is included in some of the, ahem, previous posts, came up to spend Saturday night. But we had to get up at 7 the next morning so I could be at Church Sunday for Worship practice. So we were all grumpy. Then he spent the next night into Monday when our old dogs, Cooper and Hunter came up to visit. We gave the boys to a friend mom works with before we went to Florida the first year. So we sorta have joint custody. Cooper and Hunter have a new sister, Luna. So we dogsat for 3 days. when the dogs got there, they produced a toy basketball that Daemon, their owner, started kicking. Iwanted to kick it too. I took a good hard swing with my foot and missed. My foot caught the ground infront of it and my toes went crunch. OWWWW. Mom shrugged it of as a bruise, put some ice on it and
"prescribed" me some motrin.The next morning it was still killing me. And I am not the Drama Queen. That role is saved for Sam. Since mom didnt take me last year when I ended up with biolateral wrist fractures, she decided she better take me. On the way to the clinicwe spotted a sign that said horses for sale. we made a "semi-legal" U-turn and pulled in. The horses look some what good, just lacking weight. We are still thinking about it. When we got to the ER they said that I fractured the growth plate. So if it happened to an adult, they would have sprained it. But since I'm a kid, its broken. They ace wrapped it, put me on crutches and sent me to Ortho. They said the same thing, but they were able to look at my demented pinkie that won't straiten and they said they could fit me into a hand specialist in Albany. So on Wednesday, down to Albany we trecked and he told me that he wanted it splinted in a certian position for 6-8 weeks, then change the splint to a straiter position so eventually it straitens out. But that means no guitar. Ugg. But thats about all thats been happening. I will try to keep up with this blog as often as I can. Hehe, sorry :)

Commitments

People make commitments. Whether your 2, 10, 40 or 90 you make commitments. I make commitments. Whether it is to walk the dog in the morning when I really feel like sleeping until dinner. Or cleaning the entire room top to bottom even though Sam and I share it. Or maybe its updating your blog weekly, if not daily. Commitments are not something to be broken. But as humans, we are the stupidest living creature on the planet. Therefore, we don't live up to commitments.
I apologize that it has been over a month since i last posted anything, but as a human, I have an excuse. On my computer, I couldn't get to my blog. I would type in the address and it would come up on fast browser search. it was very frustrating. On top of that, we have been packing to go home. very frustrating. I am running out of real excuses. So please enjoy these "fake" ones.
Sometimes there is no warning. Nothing at all. I hit a good gust of wind and I pick up speed. The kayak was a part of me. We were flying through the water. The ends of the paddle barely made a sound as they sliced the water like the cold blade of a knife. The wind gets very strong and shifts directions. I have no choice to turn with it. I realize the wind means to kill me, as I see it is bringing me to the center of the canal, where the big boats are. I tried to turn, tried to fight the wind. But when mother nature is angry, all I could do is pray. So pray I did as the speedy boat crashed towards me. it was going to hit the kayak head on. Why did the kayak have to be dark blue? Why did the driver not see me? What did I do wrong!?!?! I through my hands up. Any moment the boat would crush me. A bolt of lightning hit me. I was INVISIBLE. Brainstorm. I chucked the paddle at the boat and it hit. The driver saw me. But it was to late. He through back the throttle and tried to reverse, but there wasn't enough time. the bow of the boat hit the tip of the kayak releasing an shattering crunch. The front of the kayak splintered to pieces before my eyes. The wait of the boat of the front of the kayak lifted the back end up high, along with me. I tried to jump out, before the sucking water swallowed me bellow the boat. I jump to the water but I was held captive by the seat strap. it caught my shirt at the neck. The kayak was sinking under the boat as i struggled to free myself. The driver tried to remove the key from the ignition but the impact had injured his leg and he couldn't get up. he lay sprawled out on the bow of the boat crawling towards the key. I struggled to loosen the grip of the strap but it strangled me. Just then as i took my last breath and went under the boat with the kayak, I glimpsed something I was afraid to see. A fin. A gray fin. A gray shark fin. Now I am shark bait. Great. The shark circled the scene as I fought my way to the surface for air. i was still caught. The shark came towards me and I realized it wasn't a shark, but a dolphin. It came to me and bit me free of the seat strap. i grabbed onto its fin and it pulled me to the surface. I gulped in mouthfuls of air. the dolphin carried me to an abandoned island. where I sat for a month eating fish and coconuts. Sea patrol found me yesterday and brought me home. And the island didn't have a computer. So that's why i haven't posted in forever.

Make the Best of Life

Life sucks. But you have to make the best of it. When lemons the size of grapefruits fall out of the sky and leave dents in your car, you don't jump up and down cussing and swearing, you make lemonade. When you open the cupboard and realize there's no sugar to make the lemonade, you don't get all worked up because it's a ten dollar bill to go down to Sweet bay, get the sugar and let "Ol' Rosie" slurp up as much expensive gas as she can. You just go next door and ask for 5 cups of sugar. When your next door neighbor is very rude and replies, "why don't you go make some!" and slams the door in your face, you don't egg their house. You just make a note not to send them a Christmas card. When you get the sugar from the good next door neighbor and make the lemonade, it is sweet. When you spill the entire jug of lemonade all over your brand new shorts, don't throw stools and chairs. Just wait until the next Wednesday when all the thrift stores are half of and pick up a new pair. There are solutions for everything. Make the best of life.
Making the best of life when you are me is not the easiest accomplishment. When it gets dark out at 7:30 down in the great of old state of Florida, and the dog doesn't hold it you have a situation. Not because your afraid of the dark, but because a dog in the RV Park got attacked by a rabid raccoon. Oh Joy. If we were up in the big old country were we live on 42 acres of New York, i would be able to carry Marlin, my good .22 and put a bullet through its skull. But down here you have to have a licence to carry a gun. we found steaming in the middle of the Living room when we got up in the morning. Conclusion: Dogs have small bladders.
Which characteristics you inherit isn't up to you. Whether you are more like your mother or your father when it comes to dangerous situations, only God can decide. When you run into a giant gator basking in the sun next to a "DO NOT FEED OR HARASS THE ALLIGATORS!" you never know if you will be hiding behind a tree with your mom, or finding a stick with your dad. We didn't go that extreme but we did get pretty close to the gator. Close enough for dad to look tall and intimidating to the thing and for it to dive off the bank and swim in circles gashing its jaws. Conclusion: Gators are inpatient.
When you are 10 minutes late coming home from a friend's house after being stressed how important it is to be home at the dot, you have to accept the consequences. It has been a rebellious winter for me and Sam. Dad has had enough of it and drew the line. I accept the punishment and understand fully. I have been disobedient, disrespectful to my parents and intolerant of my sister. If we are not close to angels by the time we get home to NY, its " bye, bye horses" as dad says. But when news like this comes a long, you don't break out in tears and beg for a different punishment. You own it. You do everything in your power to get him back. And i am determined to. Conclusion: Make the best of life.

Extension: this is my attempt at humor. Florida isn't really that bad. Ican see some of you sticking up your noses and thinking " what a selfish brat, she gets to do this stuff and then complains" but truthfully Florida is awsome, the weather has started to warm up, we rented acouple of kyaks and explored the canal. We went to Busch Gardens yesterday. So life is awsome.

The Koreys'

Last Saturday, our friends from Indiana came down from Orlando when they were visiting there family. Konda and Brian have 5 kids: Olivia is the oldest, 15, Julia is 13, Abigail is 11, Elizabeth is 7 (i think) and Rachel just turned 3. We went to the beach and down to the sponge docks. We had an awesome time. They come up to NY about once every 2 years so it was a treat to get to see them considering they are coming again in October. So to explain why I haven't posted in years I am sorta grounded from the computer. And iPod. And anything that you have to push a button to turn on. There is a perfectly good reason for the grounding though. When we were getting ready to go to the beach with the Korey's i was changing into my bathing suit when my inconsiderate sister decided to walk in and leav the door wide open. So i slammed the door and sorta took her by the shoulders and banged her into the closet door. Only the closet door was like a mirror in a frame with hinges and i sorta popped the mirror out. okay GTG.

Talking Birds, iPods, Sinus Colds and a Lot of YIPPEE's

Sorry I haven't posted in a while. Between "stress" from the trip back to NY to this stupid sinus cold, I have been down right misserable. The plane rides were awsome. I wish poor Sam could say the same. She was scared half to death. And the "What to do in case of an emerency" booklet that was sitting on the seats didn't help that fear at all. The funeral was emotional, they always are. But it feels good to let it out once in a while. It was definetly felt good to see all my friends at church. I was able to show the worship team some of my guitar playing before service. They told me too prepare for the team when I get back. YIPEE! When we got back to "home sweet home" I found an iPod sitting under my pillow. Another YIPEE! I woke up the next morning to find snot all over my pillow and a frog in my throat. Sinus cold. YIPEE. Some of you may remember Rio the vampire of a bird that we got last year. Well Mr. Buddy has a cockatiel Lucy who was lonely. We gladly handed over Dracula to be a life-long partner with Lucy. Mr. Buddy got a box and Lucy layed eggs but they never hatched. HE tried again so we could have one of the babies but it failed. A good friend of ours has a bird, ZaZa. Well ZaZa was making to much noise so Donna got another bird to shut her up. ZaZa beat up the other bird so with some persuasion and a dramatic "yes" later we own a bird named ZaZa. ZaZa says her name, ZaZa says "Pretty Girl", "I love You", ZaZa laughs and whistles and is much friendlier that Dracula. So my 4th and final, YIPEE!

Thrift Stores

I promised an update on the situation. Nana died Wednesday night. So we are coming home not tomorrow but next Saturday. The funeral is on Sunday at 2:00. Our plane lands in Albany at 11:00 on Saturday morning. So we will have time to get unpacked and go up to the house and get all our dresses. Sunday morning I have to make it to Sunday school whether I hitch a ride with a murderer. We will stay for the monthly luncheon that just so happens to be that week. The church holds an "Anniversery/Birthday Celebration" otherwise known as ABC Sunday. We will eat lunch and then head the few miles down the road to the funeral home. We will stay 2:00-4:00 for veiwing hours, then the family will go out to eat. We will return at 6:00 for the later viewing hours. No idea what's happening the rest of the week. We are leaving Wednesday afternoon.
Now back to living the good life down here in Florida. You have to know the whole story in order to undersand the reason my father and I made a 911 Thrift Store Run. Up in NY, the thrift stores ar OK. But down here, it's another story. Name brand clothing that you would find at JC Penny's for $50 you would find for $2 at the Salvation Army. My dad got a $6 dollar suite for the funeral at the thrift store. On Wednesdays, though, every thrift store is 1/2 price. On our screen porch we have a couch that was $80 and it was a Wednesday. So every Wednesday all the ladies of the park go out together and "thrift". So tonight at "happy hour" which isn't like drinking hour but conversation hour, Moorag, a fellow thrifter comes over to me and asks me what size I was in a burkenstock. I am a 36. She said that there were a brand new pair of burkentstocks size 36. Yesterday she hid a pair on the baby shoes rack for mom. She told us they were in the same hiding spot. So through the campsites we run hop in the car and drive down to the thrift store. We look at the shoe rack and find a pair. But they were 41's. We grabbed them and dissapointed went to check out when we remembered they were on the kid's shoes rack.We went back and sure enough, there they were. So today I got a $150 pair of shoes for $3.

More About Boring ME

The past week has been sorta busy. I got a gorgeous cross necklace that has a blue-ish gem embedded in it. I love it. Dad got a hideous haywain shirt at a thrift store. It is like the silhouette of a palm tree on a sunset background. Uhhhh. Right now I am baby sitting a 5 year old. Mom is in the bedroom making flight arrangements as my great grandmother isn't doing so well. No idea when but we are going to fly back to New York for a few days. I'll post more about that when I get more detail. Dinner for tonight is rotisserie chicken and baked potatoes prepared by ME. Friends of ours who live in the park went to New Orleans leaving their dog in our care for 7 days. He gets walked like 5 times a day and fed once in the morning. You can tell how bored I am when I start telling you my daily chores regarding my park job. Mom just got of the phone. We are leaving a week from today. Hopefully we are flying. We will be there for a week. We will go to church and wednesday night to all my fellow church friends who are reading this. So see. you all then!!!

Busch Gardens Continuous

DO NOT READ THIS POST. PLEASE READ "BUSCH GARDENS" FIRST. TECHNICAL DIFFICULTIES. COULDN'T UPLOAD AS MANY PICTURES AS I WANTED TO. THIS IS A CONTINUATION. DO NOT READ UNTIL AFTER READING THE PREVIOUS POST. THANK YOU.

"I am all that and you are not" Wink.

They can open their jaws 150 degrees, almost a strait line.

Baby and Mama Rhino.

Girraffe. TALLER THAN ME.

This deer was thought to be extinct. No idea what it is really named, but it is called "The Ghost of the Serengeti"

That is all!!!