There's no hope for me, is there?

OK look people, I've got it, I'm HOPELESS at this blogging crap. I've always been terrible at committing to anything, especially diaries or journals or, well, blogs. The only thing I can see, as I look through all my old posts, is how STUPID I sounded when I first got this time sucking monster blog. (Well, who am I to call it a time sucking monster when I haven't posted in over a year?) OK well, since I  am posting now I might as well give you an update on my pathetic little "Life"...

• I'm 14 now... Yay me... 14 is no better than 13, or 12 or 11..... *Sigh*
• I have a "real" job... other than babysitting I mean. Yeah, a real job. Taxes and everything... Ooh joy. Minimum wage, $7.25 an hour... Haven't gotten my first paycheck yet... Hm mm...
• Our animals now include: 1 Dwarf bunny named spooky, 6 chickens, 1 remaining fish, 2 snakes (I did get another one, but that's another post.) 2 dogs, and one cat.
• My B'not Mitzvah is 5 weeks away, cramming for that, as well as poultry 4-H projects, among other things.
• I'm going to completely re-arrange my blog so it's more mature, fitting for me... I'm so mature of course... :P

Mr.Fix it is hard at work redoing our whole house is preparation of the bat mitzvah. I'm going nuts learning Torah. It's harder than it looks, really. I've noticed a distinct lack of posting being done by my mother and my followers... Where are you guys? Well, Kitty is poking me know, so I'll leave you alone. Really this time, I swear, I'll be back. Maybe...

Malka, the Amazing Escaping Dog!

This one's a little stomach-churning. those of a weak stomach, look away NOW. 
It started like any ordinary Saturday in our crazy household.  Rusty's Mom was at work as usual for Saturday. Mr.Fix it was working on getting the wood burning stove working.  We let the dogs, Mickey and Malka, out side to do their business. A bit later, we called the dogs to come in. The only one who came back was Mickey. Malka apparently had escaped... Again. We went out to search for her 3 times. To no avail. Calling her name and everything. Mr.Fix it even took the car. After a while, it got dark. Us kids decided to go for one more look, so we hit the road. We took my Million-watt (slight exaggeration) camping flashlight.  We were just about to give up after an hour when we heard  a dog barking that sounded just like Malka. I called Mr. Fix it and told him that we thought we heard her barking. he told us to go toward the sound. He also said he was on his way (to protect us in the way only daddies can) Because the way we had to go was a thick dark woods. We walked through this neighbor's yard and into the woods, calling her name. Eventually we came to a big open field.  Next to the neighbor's fence was a big pile of sticks, and next to the pile of sticks was Malka. The wind was so strong, the wind chill was insane. we saw her and were about to call to her when we saw that her paw was caught in a snapping fox trap. The carnage around her was unbelievable.  Dead animals, foxes, goats, even a deer, all trapped, killed and SKINNED. They were just LEFT there. We had brought a doggie coat, and laid it on top of her to get her warmer. I had to keep her still as to not hurt her paw. We had to call the fire department to cut the chain attached to the trap. Little Man Went into shock from the sight and the cold, and passed out, so we had to call an ambulance. I had to sit on the ground and LOOK at the horror before me for a hour before the people came. I've seen a lot of R-rated horror movies, but at least then you know it's not real. This WAS real. The smell was horrible. There were some rotted-off vertebrae lying in the pile. When they came, my legs had gone numb from the cold and I could barely walk. They took my brother away in an ambulance to a hospital. Rusty's mom finally came home from work. We took Malka to the local animal hospital. They didn't think it was broken, but didn't x-ray it.
Right now she is laying next to Rusty's mom on the couch, cradling her paw.

This is too much for two days. The day before two of our chickens froze to death. one was my favorite too.
RIP Oreo
RIP Jersey

I think this needs to go to the back of my mind for a bit.

Cookies, Cookies, Cookies and more Cookies...

Ooh boy, here we go again.

Girl scout cookie season has started once again. That means high pressure, freezing butts, and crabby peaple to deal with. We don't have to beg our mom to go cookie selling with us (Kitty and I) because we are both cadettes. (If you are a cadette, you just have to go with another cadette. any level lower, ie; Daisy, Brownie or Junior, you have to sell with another girl scout AND with a parent.) However, that does NOT stop us from begging her asking her nicely to drive us in the nice warm car instead of having to walk in the cold.  We are trying to sell 5,000 boxes of cookies so that we can get 2 ipod Touches.

Stay tuned...

Long time now see, uh write.

Well it has been a long time scince I last posted. In that time, I turned 13. let me tell you being a teen is no walk in the park. sometimes I wonder if parents of teens even remember what it was like.

I got a new snake!

His name is Marty. He is 3 years old and 3 feet long! I made his b-day June 15th.
he's adorable!

My Sister has a blog! My sister has a blog!

My sister turned 11 yesterday, so as the ultimate online right of passage, she got a blog! thats right! http://www.Kittyfevah.blogspot.com! enjoy people!

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~steam

my mom has a blog too: www.thiswasntmyplan.blogspot.com and it is annoying when she posts stuff that is not true...
just sayin...

The Gain and Loss of a Snake

Long story short: we got it we lost it.

Snake,snake, lovely snake

I belong to a 4-h pet club. the would have different animals such as goats and fish. They had a reptile one, and they had a bunch of snakes. I FELL IN LOVE. my mom said that if I become a snake expert then I could get a snake. my mom also asked me to ask my dad, thinking that he would say no, and that would be that. Long story short: He said yes.
snake here I come!

RIP Lacy

Remember how I said that I had a chicken recovering? Well, she died. Brain damage. :-(

RIP Whebo

I don't know if I mentioned it before, but I am the owner of a flock of chickens, and of course one of the daily chores of owning them is opening the coop and giving them water every
day. well, the weather has been very warm lately, and as you can imagine, it gets quite hot in a coop with 8 chickens in it.
well, we were very late opening the coop because we were doing last minute packing for camp... but that's another post.
anyway, I went out to open the coop, figuring better late then never, right? well, I open the coop, and there, laying on the litter, was the biggest chicken in there, whebo, dead right outside the nesting box. It looked like she had keeled over right as soon as she got out. we still have on chicken that is recovering... Rip whebo.

Guest blogger on now!

My sister wanted to post something, so here you go:
I did? oh well so i'm kitty remember she said something about me. I have no idea what i'm doing. all of a suden the sicncetest
(i did not spell that right) said i could post on her blog. weird right anyway if you read the babysiting one i can't wait to do it
i want a blog of my own but my mom said i have to be 11 allways
1 year older then me why is it allways one year older WHY!!!!!!!!!!!! . Now what do i type give me an idea please!!!!!

I'm bored

I am so bored. YAWN!

babysitting time!

well, I've wanted to babysit since I was 10, and now I can, all because I found some poster board and wanted to make a poster. I made a disign and then I went to show it to my mom, who was on the phone at the time. well, you how moms get when they are on the phone, right? Yeah, they talk forever. So, I waited, for 3 hours
for my mom to stop talking. and then she said YES!!!
ahhh... the sweet relief of my mom saying yes to somthing! at last!!!!

Wow, that was a long time.

 I have not posted in like for ever, and I  don't like it. Man, kid life is tough exciting! I'm stuck with so much stuff on my schedule that I don't have time for this thing. what am I going to do! I love having this blog, but I love doing all the stuff that I normally do. My posts are so short. How do you big-time bloggers do it?!? 

SNOW!!!!

WHOO!!!HOOO!!!!! at last, snow that really lasts! I have been waiting forever for snow that would last a whole week. So far, my wish is coming true. There is a blizzard warning in our area. the picture above is not our yard, and to tell you the truth,it looks pretty bare compared to here. if you want snow,you gotta live here. my siblings love the snow, and so do I. well, my pizza is done, so I gotta eat. snow, here I come!

I'm sick,and I don't like it.

My sister, Kitty, has been sick with a stomach virus for the last 2 days, and she just got over it today. Last night she took a shower, and I changed her sheets and blankets and pillow and pillowcase so she would not have any contact with virus-laden things while she was recovering from her illness. Last night, when we went to bed, my stomach started to cramp and burn just like Kitty's. I briefly dozed for about twenty minuets, then my stomach began to bubble and groan. I tried to ignore it, but it was like an elephant in the kitchen, it was just to big to ignore. I then felt a large wave of nausea and immediately jumped on top of Kitty, who was sleeping in my room for the night, and vomited into the bucket that was put in my room for Kitty, not me. I felt better after I vomited, but my stomach soon began to cramp again. And the cycle continued all night. after a while, I did not have anything left to throw up, so it was like gagging, but it was more like puking. And now, here I am, sick as a dog with a virus that I received from taking care of Kitty. Ugg! Why is it that whenever I try to help someone who is sick, I always get the same illness, only it feels like 10 times worse?!?

great, now what do I do.

Great, I beg my mom forever let me have my own blog because I felt like I always had something to say. But now that I have it, I don't know what to say. why?!? Why?!?