I love my crippled dog!

 I have a dog. Her name is Nellie.

She is super cute and adorable and old and lazy.

But I love her because she is my dog.

~ ~ ~

Nellie took a trip to the dentist to get her teeth cleaned. She needed this badly, because her breath STANK! Imagine rotting fish, and there you go...

When we picked her up from the vet, we learned that they had to put her under in order to clean her teeth, and that she was very tired. Nellie did look very sleepy, but also very scared. No surprise there! Vets are scary, like doctors...

The plus was, no more stench!

It was time for my tennis class in the cold. I love tennis, but not tennis while I'm freezing. Of course, we never stand around in tennis, and running keeps me warm.

I had an average class. So-so. Nothing to talk about. My dad came and picked me up.

It was then I learned the news.

Nellie had slipped on our hardwood floor and dislocated her hip. It was assumed that she was going through her normal vacuum cleaner routine (eating crumbs off the floor when she slipped.) My mom came into the room, compelled by her cries. She saw poor Nellie dog pushing herself along the floor by her front legs, squealing.

She was rushed to the vet and tested, and they decided about her hip. They put her under again and popped it back in. (Actually, being tired from her teeth cleaning probably caused her to slip)

They then put a bandage on her. Nellie had to stay in a crate to heal her hip.

                                  

We had to hold her bandaged leg when she had to go to the bathroom. I avoided this job. I didn't want to be peed on!

We also had to be careful. If her hip popped out again, we'd have to put her down.

~ ~ ~

Nellie is much better now. She still has to stay confined, but her new crate is actually a stroller for dogs: 

She also has little doggie booties so she won't slip on the floor:

Aren't they cute? Nellie was confused when we put them on her, though. She stood there like:

We think Nellie will heal. After all, her crippled back, left hind knee, and right hind knee healed...

Wish Nellie luck! Crossing my fingers for my puppy!

- Amelia

Im not ready yet man

In Mexico, you don't need to wear seat belts.

Our taxi driver didn't wear his seat belt.

But my (at the time) 5 year-old-sister, Janet did.

pic of the taxi from the inside. there is the cab driver parents, and janet and amelia.

when the cab started moving, Janet hadn't put on her belt yet. She started panicing. Oh no! She was going to die!

pic of Janet starting crying

She had to stop the madness.

pic of her saying, I'm not ready yet!

pic of the taxi driver doing nothing

pic of Janet saying, I'M NOT READY YET!

The driver made no move. Maybe he didn't speak English very well.

Pic of janet yelling, "I'M NOT READY YET, MAN!" (emphasize the man by making it 4pts bigger)

pic of the family in the van cracking up. Janet looks unimpressed and frowns.

Children at five years of age don't realize the correct term is "Sir," or "Mister." Nope. For them, it is perfectly acceptable to call a man "Man."

Janet, although much older now, still enjoys telling this story.

Pic of her talking around a dinner table saying, "And then I screamed, 'I'm not ready yet, Man!" She is enjoying herself and people are smiling

My family still laughs at this tale, too. It was pretty embarassing, but also hilarious.

- Amelia

Shoes

So, before CC quit band, she had an awful experience with the teacher. This is a true story, no hyperboles:

pic of the class sitting on the ground watching a movie.


close up of cc untying her shoes


pic of CC with her shoes off.

We watched the movie happily, and CC had taken off her shoes to further enhance her comfort.

Suddenly, the boy in front of us, Caleb, turned around. He siezed CC's shoes and...


pic of him tossing the shoe

...promptly threw it across the room.

This had grabbed the attention of the band teacher.

Teacher: Why are your shoes off?

CC: Because... um... because I felt like it.

The whole class cracked up laughing. Poor CC. The teacher's interrogatory question put her under stress.

Teacher: Then why did they fly across the room?

pic of CC pointing at Caleb. CC has a neavous smile and red cheeks, but not tomato red.

CC: Caleb threw them!

The teacher immediately dismissed Caleb to the next room. CC avoided getting any sort of punishment.

But her face was as red as a tomato.

pic of CC's tomatoe face


Her face was almost the equivalent of this:

pic of cc's body with a tomato as a head. the tomatoe has human eyes and mouth, but the rest is a tomatoe

And when we got outside, I had my own embarrassing experience:

pic of a line of cases lined up outside the door. 


pic of red cc and amelia laughing and talking as they walk out.


pic of amelia bumping into the cases.


pic of one case hitting the other


pic of one case hitting the other

 pic of one case hitting the other

pic of all the cases laying like knocked-down dominoes.


pic of amelia saying, RUN!

What are some of your most humiliating moments? Are they even comparable to CC's? Leave a comment!

- Amelia

Flutes are dumb

 

I have a terrible habit of losing my flute. I love playing the instrument, but unfortunately, I'm very unorganized.

One day, walking over to my younger sister's school, I stopped to tie my shoe. This involved me putting down my flute. When I stood up again, I didn't have it.

I didn't notice its absence 'til I arrived home. Panicked, I ran all the way to school, only to find it stolen.

I paid for the replacement with my own money.

The new flute I managed to keep. Until this week. For the last few days, I've accidentally leaving it in our normal rendezvous. Each day, I've unwittingly relied on Nicole to pick up my flute for me.

I'm a failure.

Or maybe just lazy.

- Amelia



UPDATE 3-28: I lost it again. It was gone. But then... I looked.

Guess where it was?

Not at the lost and found, not the band room, not where I left it...

Nope. It was in...
the office.

How embarrassing. :)