Hurting my self (AGAIN!)

This week-end, we went to our farm house, and it was pretty same-old. Saturday, I was reading all day. Sunday, I had riding, and rode my favorite horse, Winnie, a grouchy but awsome-to-ride chestnut. Afterwards, my mom was late, so I helped the volunteers clean to feed room. The cutting-myself-into-little-peices happened a) when I was helping my parents plant the 75 trees they ordered, I scratched up my good hand on a thorn bush, and b) when I was helping my mom water the vegie-garden, I tripped over the fence, ripped my riding breaches (but I neaded new ones anyway, so that's ok,) and cut a huge whole in my leg. It's official: I'm a clutz.

Hurting my self (AGAIN!)

This week-end, we went to our farm house, and it was pretty same-old. Saturday, I was reading all day. Sunday, I had riding, and rode my favorite horse, Winnie, a grouchy but awsome-to-ride chestnut. Afterwards, my mom was late, so I helped the volunteers clean to feed room. The cutting-myself-into-little-peices happened a) when I was helping my parents plant the 75 trees they ordered, I scratched up my good hand on a thorn bush, and b) when I was helping my mom water the vegie-garden, I tripped over the fence, ripped my riding breaches (but I neaded new ones anyway, so that's ok,) and cut a huge whole in my leg. It's official: I'm a clutz.

Familly and Fingers

I don't feel like wrighting poetry wright now, so it it is. Yesterday, we went and had dinner with some distant cousins of my mom. Everything was going all right till the bread was passed around. The roll was kind of tough, so I really had to saw at it with my butter knife. All of a sudden, the knife slipped and grazed my finger. You're probably thinking "It's a buttertknife, how much harm could it do?" Right? Here's your answer: ALOT. I've got a marshmellow-sized bandage around my finger to prove it. Here's what happened: the knife cut off a cm-wide patch of skin off my finger, and we had to try THREE different bandages before we got it to stop bleeding, and even now my finger is throbing! TTYL

Hearts, Parts and Penguines

My friend and her boyfriend

Couldn't stay apart.

Or that's what she thought,

Till he broke her heart.

I'm in the school play,

And I've got the lead part.

But if I don't get my lines down,

Will they still call me "smart?"

So now I lying in my room,

Spilling all my heart

To stuffed Phillipe, my penguine,

And his little brother Bart.

George, Forge & Penguins (sorry, the last one was a mess-up)

At my school last Tuesday,

We had a special guest.

The president, the president *!*

Had come to see our best.

After all the emotions died down,

It really was a bore.

We waited over an hour,

Till he walked through the door.

He only stayed a minute or two

out of the entire day.

The worst part is he didn't care

'Bout anything we had to say.

That day in class, I learned this fact,

It gave me "quite a shock."

Out of all the forms we'd gotten,

My freind had forged the lot!

So now I'm lying in my room,

Spilling all my hear,

To stuffed Phillipe, my penguin,

And his little brother Bart.

George, Forge & Penguins

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