February 19, 2007 by Amy.

It seems that the older I get, the less I remember about my childhood. Some of the memories I have aren’t even mine really, they are stories that my parents told me about when I was too little to remember. Kids do some pretty funny stuff when they’re young, so I thought it would be kinda fun to tell some stories and have a good laugh.

My parents tell me that when I was around 3yrs old, our silver & black German Shepard saved me from being trampled by a run-away cow. We used to live across from a cow pasture, old Mr. White’s farm, and one day the cows got loose and were running a muck in the neighborhood. All of the adults and the farmer were running around trying to round them up and my parents told us to stay inside. We of course being kids, had to go outside and see what all the fuss was about. I was only 3 and I wandered out into the yard. One of the cows got spooked and ran the opposite direction from the herd, which was straight towards me. From what I hear, Duchess saw this, stood between me and the cow and apparently scared it back to the rest of the herd. Great dog……I miss her…..

On a funnier note, when I was about 5 or 6 and in the care of the babysitter (named Aunt Kay, but not related to us) I stuck a peanut up my nose. I’m not sure why, but apparently this was enough of an emergency for me to be taken to the emergency room. Doctors peered up my nose for what seemed like a very long time, and finally determined that the peanut had gone down my throat and I had swallowed it……we were to “check” my stools just to be sure. Ewww…we just assumed that it had passed and didn’t bother with a close-up. That’s my funny memory.

I saw a commercial the other day that reminded me of a story that Chewie’s Mom told me about when he was a kid. Since it cracks me up, I’ll share it. When Chewie was little his mom took him to church on Christmas. The choir began to sing and Chewie felt so motivated by this that he decided he wanted to sing too. Once the choir stopped singing, Chewie stood up and sang the only song that he could remeber at the time: “She wore and itsy bitsy teeny weeny yellow polka dot bikini” LOL…I laugh at him every time I hear that commercial!

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February 9, 2007 by Amy.

Soooooooo……the visit with my mom went very well. The dinner was a success despite the fact that there were 3 of us in a 1950’s style kitchen trying to cook. The dogs were being shooed out and then called back in minutes later to clean up what was spilled on the floor due to someones over-zealous arm gestures. I’m not sure if it was the presence of mom’s “special friend” or the fact that I had gone through alot of trouble to bring everyone together for her sake, but my mom was actually very pleasant and thus made the night a smooth one. I hope that after 16yrs, she is finally leaving the past in the past and moving on with her life. It seems as though she may finally be on her way to happy.

On a different and sickly note, I have been on the couch buried under piles of snotty tissues for 4 days. Today is the first day that I am able to sit up and walk without feeling faint. I don’t know where this cold/flu came from, but it’s a doozy. I cannot imagine being a mother, as taking care of 2 dogs and a man when I was ill was almost more than I could bare. To make things worse, in my NyQuil and snot induced stupor, I fell down the stairs (I curse the builder of the house who decided to give it only 1 bathroom and put that bathroom up some slippery stairs). I managed to bruise a rib, my hand (i find that oddly amusing since I have never had a big black bruise on the palm of my hand before), my arm, and my ass (not even my ass was enough to cushion that fall). So I lay there on the floor crying and blowing snot bubbles which apparently was an invitation for the dogs to come over and step all over me in their haste to kiss me and make sure that I knew that even though I had fallen down the stairs, they were ok and still had to go outside……into the 16 degree weather. You would think that my wonderful bf would be falling all over himself to take care of me in my time of need, but…..such was not the case. Instead of feeding the dogs, taking them outside, making me toast and soup for dinner, he came home, laid on the couch and went to sleep……….

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