Breaking only one bone in your life is quite an accomplishment. I broke my arm when I was young; too bad it is not a great story. I was simply reaching off of the trampoline to get my shoes from the ground and fell. I landed on my arm and broke it.
My mom didn’t believe me. She wiggled my arm around and told me to clean my room. The next day when we went to the doctor and we found out it was broken, she felt pretty bad (don’t worry mom, I forgive you ☺).
The best part about the broken arm story is that it involves a trampoline. My family loves trampolines. My brothers and I always had so much fun on them.
Favorite Trampoline Activities:
* Putting the sprinkler under the tramp and jumping in our swimsuits.
* Having sleepovers on the tramp with Lizzie to protect us. The sleepovers only lasted until about 2:00 am, by that time we were freezing and would come back into our own beds.
* Slip-and-Slide when the tramp was wet after the rain.
* "1,2,3,4, I declare a bum war. Go!"
* Dead man, dead man come alive, before I count to the number five.
* Crack-the-Egg. A much better game when my dad and his brother's would play :)
Friday, October 22, 2010
Thursday, October 14, 2010
Pets
Here is my childhood pet inventory:
- 1 Hamster: lost under the fridge, never found.
- 1 Canary: "Sunny". I remember putting her in a shoebox when she died. My dad helped us burry her at a park near our home.
- 3 Guinea Pigs: All three were Jake's pets and we did not have all three at the same time. They came in succession. Each had a severe encounter with our dog and would be replaced until we decided Jake should not go through the trauma any more.
- 1 Black Lab: "Lizzie", had her forever. She was the best dog. It was really hard when my mom and I had to take her to the humane society to put her down. She was really old.
- About 30 Cats: "Blackie" was my favorite; there was also "Rascal" - who abandoned her kittens after they were born. "Blackie" adopted them and nursed those plus her own kittens. Most of the other cats we had were just kittens. We would keep them until they could eat dry cat food and then we would give them away.
- 1 Lizard: "Shades". We caught a lizard up at Jump Creek Falls and kept it as a pet. I remember buying it a cage and a heating rock. It was really fun to go to the pet store and buy live grasshoppers for it to eat. Shades died also. My brothers and I must have heard of embalmment somewhere because we stuffed Shades with rosemary and then buried him in a purple velvet jewelry case.
- 1 Hamster: lost under the fridge, never found.
- 1 Canary: "Sunny". I remember putting her in a shoebox when she died. My dad helped us burry her at a park near our home.
- 3 Guinea Pigs: All three were Jake's pets and we did not have all three at the same time. They came in succession. Each had a severe encounter with our dog and would be replaced until we decided Jake should not go through the trauma any more.
- 1 Black Lab: "Lizzie", had her forever. She was the best dog. It was really hard when my mom and I had to take her to the humane society to put her down. She was really old.
- About 30 Cats: "Blackie" was my favorite; there was also "Rascal" - who abandoned her kittens after they were born. "Blackie" adopted them and nursed those plus her own kittens. Most of the other cats we had were just kittens. We would keep them until they could eat dry cat food and then we would give them away.
- 1 Lizard: "Shades". We caught a lizard up at Jump Creek Falls and kept it as a pet. I remember buying it a cage and a heating rock. It was really fun to go to the pet store and buy live grasshoppers for it to eat. Shades died also. My brothers and I must have heard of embalmment somewhere because we stuffed Shades with rosemary and then buried him in a purple velvet jewelry case.
Thursday, October 7, 2010
Side Note - Class Assignment
This week's entry doesn't correlate with my blog's topic. Instead, our professor gave us an assignment: "Buy a stranger a 'coke'" and write about it in your blog.
It has been a great day today. One of my classes was canceled so I took the extra two hours and went to the testing center to take my religion test. The test was very fair and only took me 20 minutes. I turned in my bubble sheet and headed down the stairs so that I could receive my score on the monitor on the first floor.
When you head down these stairs you pass a window on your left. The window has a ledge that has become a favorite spot to leave people notes that you know are taking a test that day. The note is a little pick-me-up before you see your score. I have never been the giver or recipient of a note on this ledge, until today.
I walked down the stairs and there on the ledge was a note just for me! The note was from one of my very good friends from home. She had seen me in the testing center and left me a short note to say hello. What a great pick-me-up!
After the note and seeing a fantastic score on the screen, I headed out of the testing center feeling fabulous about life. While this happy feeling was still inside of me I remembered the assignment that we had been given by Professor Clarke. Our assignment was to buy some stranger a coke or a candy bar, or anything we wanted.
I wanted to pass on the good feeling that I had been given by my friend so I headed back into the testing center and bought a Twix candy bar. I walked back outside and saw a girl sitting on a metal bench. She was obviously studying for a test and she had lots of notes and books spread about her. I knew she was the one; she was my stranger.
As I walked toward her I practiced what I wanted to say in my mind. The practicing must have gone well because what I practiced is what I said. "Hi, sorry to interrupt your studying."
The girl looked up with a very kind smile and said "No problem."
I continued, “My name is Kendra, and for one of my classes we are supposed to give a stranger a candy bar. Do you like Twix?"
She smiled even bigger and said thank you. As I walked away I smiled too.
The assignment was tougher than I would have guessed. It is awkward to walk up to someone and just give him or her something. You really feel like you need to justify yourself. But, as you walk away you feel good, you know it was a good thing to do and that the assignment made you look outside of yourself. It is certainly a stretching exercise.
It has been a great day today. One of my classes was canceled so I took the extra two hours and went to the testing center to take my religion test. The test was very fair and only took me 20 minutes. I turned in my bubble sheet and headed down the stairs so that I could receive my score on the monitor on the first floor.
When you head down these stairs you pass a window on your left. The window has a ledge that has become a favorite spot to leave people notes that you know are taking a test that day. The note is a little pick-me-up before you see your score. I have never been the giver or recipient of a note on this ledge, until today.
I walked down the stairs and there on the ledge was a note just for me! The note was from one of my very good friends from home. She had seen me in the testing center and left me a short note to say hello. What a great pick-me-up!
After the note and seeing a fantastic score on the screen, I headed out of the testing center feeling fabulous about life. While this happy feeling was still inside of me I remembered the assignment that we had been given by Professor Clarke. Our assignment was to buy some stranger a coke or a candy bar, or anything we wanted.
I wanted to pass on the good feeling that I had been given by my friend so I headed back into the testing center and bought a Twix candy bar. I walked back outside and saw a girl sitting on a metal bench. She was obviously studying for a test and she had lots of notes and books spread about her. I knew she was the one; she was my stranger.
As I walked toward her I practiced what I wanted to say in my mind. The practicing must have gone well because what I practiced is what I said. "Hi, sorry to interrupt your studying."
The girl looked up with a very kind smile and said "No problem."
I continued, “My name is Kendra, and for one of my classes we are supposed to give a stranger a candy bar. Do you like Twix?"
She smiled even bigger and said thank you. As I walked away I smiled too.
The assignment was tougher than I would have guessed. It is awkward to walk up to someone and just give him or her something. You really feel like you need to justify yourself. But, as you walk away you feel good, you know it was a good thing to do and that the assignment made you look outside of yourself. It is certainly a stretching exercise.
Friday, October 1, 2010
Unconscious
The gash in my elbow was still oozing yellow puss when I woke up the day after the bike collision. All I did was run into a parked car. I must have been going fast enough though, because there was enough force to open a gash in my skin the size of a quarter.
Even though I was banged up a bit, I went to school the day after I wrecked my bike. The only noticeable owie was the open wound on my elbow, so I would be fine at school. The only problem with the wound is that it made me queasy. It didn't hurt; I just couldn't stand the sight of it. At recess I took one peak at it and I started getting light headed. It was almost time to go inside so I walked in a few minutes before everyone else.
Once everyone else came in Mrs. Harvey (my teacher) started explaining the next subject of the day. I got about the first sentence of what she was saying until..."whack!” I blacked out just long enough to topple out of my chair and bang my head against the teacher's desk. The hit to the head rendered me totally unconscious.
I woke up in Mrs. Harvey’s arms and she was running! She ran to the nurse’s office and was very relieved to find my eyes open when we finally got there.
Even though I was banged up a bit, I went to school the day after I wrecked my bike. The only noticeable owie was the open wound on my elbow, so I would be fine at school. The only problem with the wound is that it made me queasy. It didn't hurt; I just couldn't stand the sight of it. At recess I took one peak at it and I started getting light headed. It was almost time to go inside so I walked in a few minutes before everyone else.
Once everyone else came in Mrs. Harvey (my teacher) started explaining the next subject of the day. I got about the first sentence of what she was saying until..."whack!” I blacked out just long enough to topple out of my chair and bang my head against the teacher's desk. The hit to the head rendered me totally unconscious.
I woke up in Mrs. Harvey’s arms and she was running! She ran to the nurse’s office and was very relieved to find my eyes open when we finally got there.
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