Sherry Ellis's Blog, page 124
January 15, 2012
Busting the Bubble Wrap
I don't know what it is about bubble wrap packaging. The stuff is just irresistable to pop.
I found my husband laying out a long strand of bubble wrap packaging on the floor of my kitchen.
"What are you doing?" I asked.
"You'll see."
When he was done arranging it, he jumped into the air and landed right in the middle of it.
POP!
My kids heard the ruccus and came running.
"I want to do it!" they squealed.
Soon, all three of them were jumping on the bubble wrap.
And then the dog came. Do you know what he did? He bit it!
CRACK, POP, BANG!
It's amazing how much fun a little thing like bubble wrap can be!
I found my husband laying out a long strand of bubble wrap packaging on the floor of my kitchen.
"What are you doing?" I asked.
"You'll see."
When he was done arranging it, he jumped into the air and landed right in the middle of it.
POP!
My kids heard the ruccus and came running.
"I want to do it!" they squealed.
Soon, all three of them were jumping on the bubble wrap.
And then the dog came. Do you know what he did? He bit it!
CRACK, POP, BANG!
It's amazing how much fun a little thing like bubble wrap can be!
January 14, 2012
Tracking a Snow Angel
If there's one thing my German Shepherd is good at, it's tracking. This morning I took the beast out for a walk. My son had left about ten minutes earlier to walk to his friend's house. I could see his tracks in the snow. The beast kept his nose to the ground, following the scent mark my son left behind.
At one point, my son veered off the sidewalk. I allowed the dog to follow the trail. Where do you think it led? To a beautiful snow angel. Apparently my son was inspired to lay down in the snow to create one.
My dog wagged his tail. "Good boy, Schultz!' I said. "You found the angel!"
I wish he was that good at staying out of trouble!
At one point, my son veered off the sidewalk. I allowed the dog to follow the trail. Where do you think it led? To a beautiful snow angel. Apparently my son was inspired to lay down in the snow to create one.
My dog wagged his tail. "Good boy, Schultz!' I said. "You found the angel!"
I wish he was that good at staying out of trouble!
January 13, 2012
Morning Rush
I really hate when I forget to set the alarm clock. That's exactly what happened last night. When I woke up, I noticed it was starting to get light outside. Uh oh. That's not the greatest way to start Friday the thirteenth! Sure enough, I looked at the clock. Seven forty one. Ten minutes until the bus comes.
I jumped out of bed. "Kids! Time to get up! The bus comes in ten minutes!"
Let's just say the kids weren't very happy. "What?" they both exclaimed after shaking off the morning groggies. "What are you talking about?"
"I'm talking about getting dressed really fast and going to the bus stop."
They got themselves dressed lickity split. We even had breakfast (Special K). And we got out that door in seven minutes. It was record time!
And do you know what else? We were the first ones at the bus stop!
I jumped out of bed. "Kids! Time to get up! The bus comes in ten minutes!"
Let's just say the kids weren't very happy. "What?" they both exclaimed after shaking off the morning groggies. "What are you talking about?"
"I'm talking about getting dressed really fast and going to the bus stop."
They got themselves dressed lickity split. We even had breakfast (Special K). And we got out that door in seven minutes. It was record time!
And do you know what else? We were the first ones at the bus stop!
January 12, 2012
Butterfly Surgery
I like to give stickers to my young piano students who do a good job on their lessons! Today, I had a young lady who did an excellent job, so I told her she could pick a sticker from my collection. She chose a butterfly.
As she tried to peel it off, the butterfly ripped. "Oh, no!" she said. "Poor butterfly!"
"We can try to fix it," I said.
"I have an idea," she said. "I'll do surgery."
I watched her carefully attach the wings to the body. "There" she said. "Now make sure nobody bothers it. The patient has to rest!"
As she tried to peel it off, the butterfly ripped. "Oh, no!" she said. "Poor butterfly!"
"We can try to fix it," I said.
"I have an idea," she said. "I'll do surgery."
I watched her carefully attach the wings to the body. "There" she said. "Now make sure nobody bothers it. The patient has to rest!"
January 11, 2012
Pizza for Pooch
This evening, my son was munching on a slice of pizza. He left the table to go to the bathroom. Our German Shepherd with the big black snoot decided to take a sniff. He put that big old head on the kitchen table and inhaled. It must've smelled good, because the next thing he did, was grab that piece of pizza and take a bite out of it.
"Schultz!" I hollared.
He dropped it on the table and retreated.
My son returned to the table. He noticed a bite mark on his pizza. He also noticed that it wan't where he put it. "What happened to my pizza?"
"Turn around and look at the dog," I said.
He did. A sticky string of mozarella cheese was still hanging off the dog's chin.
Caught!
"Schultz!" I hollared.
He dropped it on the table and retreated.
My son returned to the table. He noticed a bite mark on his pizza. He also noticed that it wan't where he put it. "What happened to my pizza?"
"Turn around and look at the dog," I said.
He did. A sticky string of mozarella cheese was still hanging off the dog's chin.
Caught!
January 10, 2012
Flying High
I think my kids have a serious case of spring fever. They've been a little crazy lately. Maybe that's because it's been so nice outside.
So today, my son jumped off the bus with his arms in an extended position.
"Whoa, buddy," I said. "What are you doing?"
"Flying!"
"Um, okay."
He proceeded to run really fast, then jump in the air, with his arms in that extended position. Next thing I knew, he was face down on the ground.
"Hey, are you okay?"
He got up and brushed himself off. "I don't get it. Why didn't I stay in the air?"
"Because you're not a bird."
"But I have wings!"
"Sorry, kid. You're wings don't work."
So now he's working on inventing a pair that will. Good luck with that!
So today, my son jumped off the bus with his arms in an extended position.
"Whoa, buddy," I said. "What are you doing?"
"Flying!"
"Um, okay."
He proceeded to run really fast, then jump in the air, with his arms in that extended position. Next thing I knew, he was face down on the ground.
"Hey, are you okay?"
He got up and brushed himself off. "I don't get it. Why didn't I stay in the air?"
"Because you're not a bird."
"But I have wings!"
"Sorry, kid. You're wings don't work."
So now he's working on inventing a pair that will. Good luck with that!
January 9, 2012
Taking the Dog to the Vet
It was time for the beast's yearly checkup and shots. And you can imagine how that went!
After collecting a fresh fecal sample from the backyard, I hauled that furry varmint into the back seat of my car. I got in the front seat.
"Pant, pant, pant." His giant head was next to me, and he was panting in my ear.
"Schultz, sit back and put your seat belt on!"
He didn't put his seat belt on. Instead he drooled all over my armrest.
"Schultz! That's disgusting!"
He didn't care.
When we got to the vet's office, he was so exuberant, he could barely contain himself.
"Okay, can you get him on the scale?" the vet assistant asked.
"Are you kidding? You want this giant wild beast to stand still on that little itty bitty thing?"
We wrestled the ninety pound bundle of energy and got him to stand on the scale for a whole two seconds.
Then it was time to draw blood. Oh boy! Schultz did not like that one bit!
The vet entered soon after. "Hi, Schultz! Have you been a good boy?"
Ha!
We attempted to make him sit still for the shots. No deal. "We're going to call the back up help," the vet said. Three techs came in. "All right. Hold him down!"
It wasn't easy, but with some tender loving care from yours truly, we got the job done.
I can't wait to do this again next year!
After collecting a fresh fecal sample from the backyard, I hauled that furry varmint into the back seat of my car. I got in the front seat.
"Pant, pant, pant." His giant head was next to me, and he was panting in my ear.
"Schultz, sit back and put your seat belt on!"
He didn't put his seat belt on. Instead he drooled all over my armrest.
"Schultz! That's disgusting!"
He didn't care.
When we got to the vet's office, he was so exuberant, he could barely contain himself.
"Okay, can you get him on the scale?" the vet assistant asked.
"Are you kidding? You want this giant wild beast to stand still on that little itty bitty thing?"
We wrestled the ninety pound bundle of energy and got him to stand on the scale for a whole two seconds.
Then it was time to draw blood. Oh boy! Schultz did not like that one bit!
The vet entered soon after. "Hi, Schultz! Have you been a good boy?"
Ha!
We attempted to make him sit still for the shots. No deal. "We're going to call the back up help," the vet said. Three techs came in. "All right. Hold him down!"
It wasn't easy, but with some tender loving care from yours truly, we got the job done.
I can't wait to do this again next year!
January 7, 2012
Grounded for Life
It looks like the dog is going to be in the doghouse for the rest of his life.
What did he do? He ate the grill. The expensive Weber grill. All three knobs were torn off and the ignition switch was yanked out and gnawed on. The grill is no longer fit to function, thanks to that idiot German Shepherd.
So let's see. In the last two weeks, he tried to eat my violin case. He ate my husband's wallet and credit cards. He tried to eat the Christmas tree. And he ate the grill.
As my daughter said, "That dog is grounded forever!"
Bad dog!
What did he do? He ate the grill. The expensive Weber grill. All three knobs were torn off and the ignition switch was yanked out and gnawed on. The grill is no longer fit to function, thanks to that idiot German Shepherd.
So let's see. In the last two weeks, he tried to eat my violin case. He ate my husband's wallet and credit cards. He tried to eat the Christmas tree. And he ate the grill.
As my daughter said, "That dog is grounded forever!"
Bad dog!
January 6, 2012
Shaking off the Ornaments
Today I decided it was time to take down the Christmas tree. I methodically began taking off the ornaments -very gently so that nothing would break.
Along came my husband. He took a look at the tree. "Is that thing crooked?"
"Yeah, but it's okay," I said. "Everything is a little crooked around here."
"Why is it crooked?"
"I don't know. Maybe I put it up wrong."
He grabbed the tree and started shaking it. Ornaments tumbled on to the ground.
"Hey," I said. "You're going to break the ornaments!"
"Well, you were trying to get them off, weren't you?"
"Yeah, but not like that!"
I guess men have their own ways of doing things.
Along came my husband. He took a look at the tree. "Is that thing crooked?"
"Yeah, but it's okay," I said. "Everything is a little crooked around here."
"Why is it crooked?"
"I don't know. Maybe I put it up wrong."
He grabbed the tree and started shaking it. Ornaments tumbled on to the ground.
"Hey," I said. "You're going to break the ornaments!"
"Well, you were trying to get them off, weren't you?"
"Yeah, but not like that!"
I guess men have their own ways of doing things.
January 5, 2012
The Tooth Fairy Gets it Right
That tooth fairy has had a history of not doing a very good job lately. I really don't know what her problem was. Well, last night she finally redeemed herself.
Do you remember that baby tooth that wouldn't come out? The one my daughter tried to milk dud out? It's out now, but it didn't come out the easy way. We had to take her to the dentist to have it pulled. She was not pleased.
The tooth fairy must've heard about all the drama, so she decided to be extra nice on her visit.
My daughter was thrilled with the cash she received for that troublesome tooth.
"I guess that tooth fairy is not so bad, after all," she said.
That's good news for the tooth fairy. She was getting a little nervous about her job security.
Do you remember that baby tooth that wouldn't come out? The one my daughter tried to milk dud out? It's out now, but it didn't come out the easy way. We had to take her to the dentist to have it pulled. She was not pleased.
The tooth fairy must've heard about all the drama, so she decided to be extra nice on her visit.
My daughter was thrilled with the cash she received for that troublesome tooth.
"I guess that tooth fairy is not so bad, after all," she said.
That's good news for the tooth fairy. She was getting a little nervous about her job security.
