Trip to Niagara Falls

*SIGH*

Trip to Niagara Falls

It's so blue!!

Wish it was a better picture of us, but on well.

There were like 4 up there!!

Trip to Niagara Falls

We were both tired!!

Of course, after my nap, I got into this giggle fit for at least 20 minutes...I had the WORST case of hiccups ever!!

Don’t juggle knives unless you’re really, really good at it.

I've recently learned a lesson I hoped I wouldn't have to experience for it to sink in.

People will do some pretty ridiculous things to make people mad at each other. Now, tell me this, what kind of person thrives on making people angry? That just seems insane! They have to be mentally deranged or something. These people have a drawer full of "knives". They take out a few at a time and each one represents either a situation, a person, or in this case, best friends. They start throwing them up in the air, which makes the "knives" angry. The "knives" tell the "juggler" to stop, but he won't. In fact, they throw in another "knife". Eventually, the "juggler" can't keep all of his "knives" in the air and they end up falling, ruining the "juggler's" plan. Now, we may not always know who the "juggler" is, but it still, whoever juggles knives cannot be "all there", if you know what I mean. I really don't care how good you are at keeping things in the air, but when it comes to people and their feelings, it's just wrong. It's absolutely unnecessary.

So, next time you feel like messing with people's emotions, remember...what goes up, must come down.

Air Bud: Bad-Mitton Experience

I had to write a short story for English last year. I felt like blogging it for some reason...weird...anyway. Here it is.

One very warm Tuesday evening, Mom, our two dogs, Shadow and Buddy, and I ventured outdoors. On our agenda was to plant the remaining flowers in the flowerbed in the front yard. We had to dig twenty-four holes to place the pre-packaged plants purchased in the greenhouse section of the home improvement store. When we were done filling the holes with the flowers and dirt, it was time to water them. We used the long yellow hose with the sprayer attachment purchased at the same home improvement store that the plants were purchased at.

Noticing our work was done in the front yard, we heading to the back yard. There we found our vegetable garden. The sun was still shining on the garden so we were unable to proceed with the watering of the thriving plants.

To pass the time, we decided to play a friendly game of badminton. Our net was not yet set up, so we used the clothesline. We each grabbed a racket and I grabbed a birdie. The game was on. I served first, hitting it over Mom's head and out of bounds. Mom served on her deserving turn. I hit it back where I scored a point. This went on for about three minutes until our golden retriever of eleven months, Buddy, discovered that something was flying through the air. Every time we'd hit the birdie, he'd wait for it to fall to the ground before picking it up and running with it. To him it was a game of "get the ball off of Buddy". Both Mom and I were experiencing frustration from the defiant dog. We then came to the realization that he was not going to give it up. So we called it a game. I put the rackets and the birdie in the garage. Mom proceeded in watering the garden. From there, we turned off the hose and ventured indoors.

That night I learned an important lesson for the summer we were heading into: Buddy is athletic and will try to eat your birdies. Don't play badminton with the dogs outside. It only leads to frustration, exhaustion, and slobbery birdies.