Birdie Buzz

I open a present what's inside? A box of hair or maybe underwear, the box has a crinkle hopefully no wrinkles and a bow that's tied too, I hear some noise and people with poise but hoping I didn't just hear a moo.

The wrapping is undone now that was fun, and I peek inside the box, my brother mocks hoping it's not chicken pox.. "a bird!" I yell, "a bird!" Hopefully no one heard about the little bird with a head the size of a nerd. 

I go to thank, (although it would of been perfect by a river bank), it's over but not for Rover.

   

This poor Rover but, I did manage to find a parakeet.

~ I made up this poem for all to hear, hoping they don't throw it in to a mirror. ~

Amazing Anna

Over the years, I have developed an interesting style. Not one you would see on the streets on a daily basis. One that fits my personality and mood and of course a style that's different from most people like me.  I want to expand that style so that I can be who I want to be.
     I am the type of kid who enjoys flannel, worded shirts and other clothing like that. Again, most people my age and gender won't wear clothing quite like I do.
     Then, that ties in to my personality. My friends tell me all the time, I'm too dark, too picky in terms of games to play, too "boyish" and that I never seem to be happy. I for sure am not the happiest kid in the world, and not the most colorful stand-out person, but that's what makes me, me. I don't honestly care what others think of me, I think that I am an "Amazing Anna".
     I also take a big load of time to myself. The way I cool down is by myself.
     Nobody understands me. That is why I am quite misunderstood and sometimes compare myself to a lone wolf, (witch I am) hanging out by myself and doing things by myself.
     But always I know I will be an: AMAZING ANNA! 

Dog Dreams

Three. 3. Tres. However you want to say it, it's still three. Recently I have given up Bones. Because of course, medical and social issues we couldn't accommodate.
 Those days are still in my heart. When we first found out the news, his toys and bed were still around. So, it made it seem like he was just in the next room. Then, when I got my hopes up and looked, nothing was there.
 I grieve over the fact that Bones is gone. He was my "soul dog". Not knowing where he is just makes it worse. What's even worse than that is when I'm walking home from school and I see other dogs. It makes me remember something I want to forget.
 After all of the terrible reasons we had to give our dogs away, we won't be getting another one for a very long time.
 All I tell myself is, "It wasn't my fault".

Look at this cute greyhound.

Pounding Pneumonia

Recently, I came down with a bad case of Pneumonia. Today, you will hear my whole story on how I survived and how it all played out. 

It all started with high fevers in Estes Park. Believe it or not, my fever got to the highest of 104 degrees. I remember that terrible feeling I had of headache and coughing. Then, when we arrived back home, I still wasn't feeling the greatest. Coughing and headaches continued. 

My mom wanted me to sleep in her bed with her because, she was concerned about me. So, we were in bed and I believe I asked for something to drink. So, my dad went downstairs to grab me something. Then, after I drank that, I went back to bed. A few minutes later, my mom felt my forehead, said I was a bit hot and wanted my dad to check my temperature. It was around 103-104 degrees. So, my parents decided I needed to go to the ER. 

My dad took me there. They checked me out, gave me medicine to help the fever, then said they were going to need to transport me to go to a different hospital to stay overnight. So, I ended up riding in an ambulance to get there. It was a very comfy ride since I got to ride in a bed. (I for sure stayed up past midnight that night). 

Even though the food tasted like cafeteria food, I had a decent amount of stuff to do there. Play games on a T.V. and even play on a "Wii" and of course draw and sleep. It wasn't the most fun, but I made the most of it. 

To conclude, the Pneumonia night was definitely something to never forget. Especially for me. 

"Pneumonia" sucks

Mountain Memories

The mountains. A place I can be myself. A place where I can bathe in happiness. My favorite part? Well, that's not easy. Family, memories and scenery is what comes to mind. When I here the words, "We're going to the mountains!" I immediately jump up and down in my mind. But in reality, I say "Yesss!" My mind is elsewhere when my mom and dad start to talk about when we'll leave and what we will do. Although, there's one part of this specific trip that I am not incredibly happy about. We all know that nana and papa aren't staying any nights and won't be around as much this trip. But, I understand it's better for them to stay behind then to suffer. Now For particulars in terms of people who make mountain trips special.

1.   Nana~ Always bringing crafts and fun things to do and trying to make the trip as special as possible.
2. Papa~ Always cooking up mouthwatering (traditional) jambalaya. (This time my dad's doing it! Go dad)!
3. Dad~ Always making the best wood burning fire there is. As well as being the man of the music and making "our" cabin the best.
4. Mom~ Always looking on the bright side of things making our cabin delightful to be in. As well as doing all the prep work. (Go mom)!
5. Noah~ Bringing smiles to our faces as his rough and tumble play adds a tinge of laughter to it.

Finally, the mountains as we all know is "Da bomb!".

Bye-Bye American Pie

I know what you're thinking. "Bye, bye American Pie, the Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry". But, no. You are far from the answer. Let's begin. Bones was a great dog. More than great. Although, every dog has it's flaws. There were just a few things we couldn't get under control. I remember those days. Running in the sunshine, playing around. I cry every night. My grief has gotten out of control. The "good news" according to my parents is, we found a good home for him. I hope he has a good rest of his life. The memories haunt me still... Bones, me, sunshine, run. Four words I remember. And never will forget. I have friends who have dogs. Those dogs always make me have the flashback: A long, long time ago, playing around in the sunshine, there lived a young and happy girl and her dog. It does make me sad every time. My terrible luck with pets. Oh, and if you're thinking this: what about Sammy? Don't. He's as boring as ever. I feed him, take him out of his cage to walk around. He gives me nothing in return but boredom. Emoticons to describe how I'm feeling. And yes, this is the only time I will use emoticons: :( :O : - and that's how I feel about this situation, unexpected.

Also how I feel.

How I feel, and maybe how Bones feels.

 

Alpha Adversity

Today I'm starting off by saying Bones (my dog) is a very sweet boy. He has mostly every good trait but 2. Firstly, food. He loves food and will do anything to get it. So, if you are in our house, the words you will mostly hear are, "No Bones!". Next, Bones does not do well alone in the house. Whenever we come home from whatever it is, Bones has almost alway destroyed something. Until now. We have started to crate train him and it has been going better. 

   Bones also enjoys my Dad. He will follow my Dad around anywhere. My Dad even told me that it is starting to get annoying. But, he is dealing with it. As most of you know, my Dad is considered the Alpha when it comes to Bones. Then, that ties in to why my Dad is being followed around to much. But, We all know that dogs love being social. At least most of them do.

   Thus, Dogs are great companions, (like Bones) all dogs have their flaws and their good traits. Like humans do! We are close relitives to them. In the mammal department. As we have learned, dog is man's best friend. (As they say).