Happy B-Day Mom!

Hap-hap-happy Birthday Mommy! This post is dedicated to you on your special day! I love you sooooooooo much!

Hope you have a WONDERFUL birthday!

Got Braces? I Do!

Today, my father, the orthodontist, put a whole bunch of metal things in my mouth. Most people refer to them as braces! First of all, ouch!  My mouth is  SOOOOO sore! It hurts to eat everything. I know that they will make my teeth look good once they are off, but can't they come up with some other way that doesn't hurt so bad?!?! It can't be that hard, right?!?! Anyways, it is what it is. At least they won't hurt forever! 

I got my braces with two of my good friends, Natalie and Claire Elise!!! Here is a picture of the me and my "braces buds" right after we got our braces put on:

That's me and my braces buds!

So, that is the not-so-tragic story of my braces! lol! The End!!!

My 13th Birthday Party!!!!!

 Yesterday, I had my 13th birthday party!!!  It was awesome!!!  I had it at a place called "Urban Air," which is basically a place with a BIG room, full of trampolines!  I'm talking, FULL of trampolines-for instance, the floor IS a trampoline!  There are even trampolines going up the sides of the walls!!!  It was CRAZY!!!!!  Anyways, here are some pics from the party:

Before the Party!!!
 

 The table, in the party room, all set up and ready for the celebration!



Each party-favor bucket contained a watch, and a pair of crazy-socks for the girls to wear while jumping!!!

All of the girls at the party got to be the first ones to sign my cast!

Me and my two friends, Gabby and Olivia!!!!  

Some of my friends and I getting ready to go jump!  Everyone was wearing their pair of crazy-socks!!!

(Right to Left: Olivia, Evan, Veronica, Amanda, Me, Jassy, Clare, Natalie, Gabby)

Another picture of us, before we went out to the trampolines.

(Right to Left: Veronica, Amanda, Me, Jassy, Clare, Natalie, Gabby, Gianna, Brooke, Isabella, Chloe)

Time to Jump!!!

All of us, jumping, and having a great time!!

And yes, you're correct...that is me in the air...looking super stylish, as usual!  How do they always capture me in the cutest poses during action shots? :)

Me and some of my friends, being silly!  Once again, look at my super stylish pose. (lol)

Time for Dodge-Ball!!!
 

 All of us, playing dodge-ball!

Time for Pizza and Cake!!!

 All of us eating our pizza!  Yum!

Another beautiful picture of me...I could SO be a model!  Just look at that face!  I could totally pull that off on a magazine cover, don't you think? :)

Here's the cake, and mini bunt cakes!  It looks so good, I could just eat it!

There's Me!

My Dad attempting to light the cake, then accidentally lighting it on fire!

My Dad, putting the candles back on the cake, after putting out the fire.

Everyone singing "Happy Birthday!!!"

After the Party

(back at home after opening the presents)

Me, Savannah, and Nick after the party, all wearing our new "Urban-Air" t-shirts.

What a wonderful night!!!

Super Funny Poem

When I was in school, my teacher read us this poem that was so super funny!!! It's called "Sara Cynthia Sylvia Stout Would Not Take the Garbage Out" by Shel Silverstein. I thought it was so funny that I memorized some of it!!!!! I copied it below for you to read:

Sarah Cynthia Sylvia Stout
Would not take the garbage out!
She'd scour the pots and scrape the pans,
Candy the yams and spice the hams,
And though her daddy would scream and shout,
She simply would not take the garbage out.
And so it piled up to the ceilings:
Coffee grounds, potato peelings,
Brown bananas, rotten peas,
Chunks of sour cottage cheese.
It filled the can, it covered the floor,
It cracked the window and blocked the door
With bacon rinds and chicken bones,
Drippy ends of ice cream cones,
Prune pits, peach pits, orange peel,
Gloppy glumps of cold oatmeal,
Pizza crusts and withered greens,
Soggy beans and tangerines,
Crusts of black burned buttered toast,
Gristly bits of beefy roasts. . .
The garbage rolled on down the hall,
It raised the roof, it broke the wall. . .
Greasy napkins, cookie crumbs,
Globs of gooey bubble gum,
Cellophane from green baloney,
Rubbery blubbery macaroni,
Peanut butter, caked and dry,
Curdled milk and crusts of pie,
Moldy melons, dried-up mustard,
Eggshells mixed with lemon custard,
Cold french fried and rancid meat,
Yellow lumps of Cream of Wheat.
At last the garbage reached so high
That it finally touched the sky.
And all the neighbors moved away,
And none of her friends would come to play.
And finally Sarah Cynthia Stout said,
"OK, I'll take the garbage out!"
But then, of course, it was too late. . .
The garbage reached across the state,
From New York to the Golden Gate.
And there, in the garbage she did hate,
Poor Sarah met an awful fate,
That I cannot now relate
Because the hour is much too late.
But children, remember Sarah Stout
And always take the garbage out!

-Shel Silverstein, 1974

Hahahahahahahahahaha!!!!!!! Isn't that hilarious?!?!?!  I love it!!!!!!

I'm 13!!!!!!

Today is my 13th Birthday!!!  I can't believe that I'm already a teenager!!!  I'm SOOOOOO EXCITED!!!

There is still one thing missing though...a cake and balloons!

Thank you Google Images for being the only one who offered to provide this amazing cake and balloons.  At least Google Images cared about me and my birthday. lol!

Now lets sing Happy Birthday.

Happy Birthday to You...wait, no...ME.

Happy Birthday to Me...wait...You?  No...Me.

Happy Birthday dear Madison...I mean Me...just kidding...wait...I still mean Me.

Happy Birthday to You...I mean Me...I think...wait...what? Oh yeah...to Me!!!

YAY!!!!! 

Now make a wish! Oh...wait a sec...I mean, now I need to make a wish!

I wish...that singing happy birthday to yourself wasn't as hard to do.

Now blow out the candles...Oops...I mean, now I need to blow out the candles! 

*Blowing Noise*

Its not working!!! Oh, yeah...they aren't real...haha...well...this is a little embarrassing...everyone please stop staring...I said stop...please...EVERYONE! MIND YOUR OWN BUSINESS AND STOP STARING AT ME!!! .......ummmmm...sorry...I guess I kind of lost my temper there...haha...funny...not really........

Anyways thank you for celebrating my birthday with me! Please pretend that I never yelled...and if anyone asks why they heard yelling, tell them that you heard nothing...hear that? Nothing. So back to what I was saying...Thanks for helping me celebrate!!!

My "Not-So-Fabulous" Vacation

I'll bet you'll never guess where I spent the afternoon............if you guessed the emergency room......well unfortunately, you were correct.  Why?  Well, as it turns out, I broke my left wrist (sad face). Ok, I must admit, that's not completely true........to be exact, I "buckle-fractured my distal radius".  Now, you have to admit, that's quite a mouthful.  I dare you to say that three times fast!  I can't even do that, and I'm the one who has a "buckle-fracture of my distal radius"!!!

    Now, how did this injury come about? Well it's kind-of a long story.  My family and I took a vacation to Breckenridge, Colorado with my Grandparents this weekend, and my siblings and I took some snowboarding lessons.  This was our second time taking this vacation, so we already had a little bit of experience in snowboarding.  Each of the three days, we had a lesson.........and let me just tell you, It was a LOT of fun!!!  At the end of today, which was the third day, let's just say it could have turned out more like day #1 or day #2!!!

      On the second to last run of the day, I was practicing my "S", "C", and "J" turns.  I was doing pretty well, and was taking it easy because I have some neck issues.  I started going left, towards a big log fence that separates the trees from the skiing and snowboarding area!!!    Even though I was going towards the left, I was also still going down the mountain, and I soon realized that not to far below was a HUGE metal pole!  I'm talking, BIG!  This pole just so happened to be holding up the ski-lift! It was pretty scary.  I had three choices: fence, pole, OR I could bail and fall on the soft snow.  At that time, the snow seemed the most appealing, and I'm pretty sure it was the best option, don't you agree?  I still had a little bit of room to attempt to turn away before I bailed, just in case.  So, in panic mode, I attempted to do so, and  I turned so sharply that I fell backwards and hit the "soft" snow.  Yeah, right........very "soft".  My hands had been thrown in the air when I fell, and hit the snow REALLY hard!  All I know is that I was hurting like crazy!  Mostly in my left wrist.  My instructor, Soren, was with my little sister, Savannah who was having some trouble with her turns, and because of the wind, instructors yelling to their class, and other random people yelling random things to each other, there was too much noise for me to call Soren to help me.  So, what did I do?  Well, I yelled.  And cried.  Not to Soren.  Not to other instructors.  Not to other skiers.  I just yelled.  What did I yell?  Well, first of all, "OUCH!!"  Then "My Wrist!"  Then "AHHHHHHH!"  And "It hurts!"  I kept doing that for about three or four minutes.  After that I calmed down and stopped yelling, and just cried.

Finally, once I felt calmer, I took off my glove to examine my wrist.  My hands were shaking and it was hard to do, but I managed to get it off.  It wasn't blue, or purple, or seem to be swelling.  Good.  I hoped that nothing serious had happened.  Then, another instructor came up to me to see if I was ok.  I said yes, and told her that Soren was on his way down.  She said ok and left with about a dozen seven or eight year olds trailing behind her.  Soon after, Soren came, helped me up, and took me to a small room on the mountain where I could get some water and he could take a look at my wrist.

Once we got there he looked at it and said it seemed ok and that once we got to the bottom, I didn't have to go down again.  I was past half way, but the steepest part of the run was coming up!  But I tried anyway.  Halfway through it, I got a bad feeling.  I couldn't even get up on my board without help!  My wrist was killing me!  I stopped, unstrapped my board and walked.......all the way to the bottom.  My Dad and Grandfather were waiting for us there, so I thanked Soren and took a picture with him and my siblings, then went strait up to the condo.  My Mom went with me and I told her what happened.  I cried all over again.  She tried to comfort me then called my Dad and had him take my to the ER.

We got there, I got looked at, took an x-ray and waited in a huge room, divided with curtains.  When the doctor came in, he showed us the x-ray and explained that I had a "buckle-fracture of my distal radius".  Then one of the nurses came in and put a cast on my arm : ( .

Well, that's the story.........Ouch.  I guess it could've been worse.  Anyways, here are some pictures from the trip:



Getting ready to hit the "slopes":

Me, at the bottom of the mountain, before we went on the ski lift:

Me, in the ER, right before getting my cast on:

Getting my cast on:

Me and my parents, right after getting my cast:

My snowboard instructor, Soren, who came to the ER to see me:

My cast up close: