I wanted to start off by saying I passed. I am now an orange belt. I found out pretty quick that this means I now have to start competing in tournaments. My instructor signed me up for one this Friday to do 3 different combinations in front of 4 different black belt judges…should be interesting.
Throughout the week I try to come up with different blog ideas and I usually have a few good ones that pop into my head. If I am smart I will write them down or type them into my phone. A few days ago I typed one into my phone and I just looked and all it said was “Think...ha ha”. I have no clue what that means now or why it was so funny.
I am going to tell two stories, I hope you find them as funny as I did.
My sister:
I get a call last weekend at 12:00am and it is my sister. The conversation went as followed:
Me: Hello
Cait: Kennedy….Kennedy….I feel so violated…*sob* *sob*
Me: What, Cait…what are you talking about?
Cait: Oh mom is calling, I have to go *hangs up*
Hour later
Me: Cait you called me and then never called me back
Cait: Kennedy, I am so mad right now
Me: What happened?
Cait: Well someone at a party stole my money. I am so sad.
Cait: I am mad at you, you didn’t pick up
Me: What are you talking about? We talked and then you hung up
Cait: No you didn’t pick up
Me: How would I know to call you at 1am if I didn’t pick up
Cait: Oh, ok.
Me: Why did you bring a lot of money to the party?
Cait: Now you are sounding just like mom, can’t you tell I am hurt.
Me: I am sorry you are hurt, but you will be ok
Cait: Do you know how many Jamba Juices drinks I just lost?
My co-worker:
I was out with my husband and decided I wanted to buy some ducks. I picked out three different ducks who were $1.50 each. One of the ducks had a huge bump on its head and at the time I thought I was doing a nice thing for this duck because it had cancer and who would want a cancer duck. I soon found out all ducks of his kind had this kind of bump. The ducks started to get bigger and one day one of the girl ducks started to quack and I looked over and she was limping. We took him to the vet and he then told my husband and I that we needed to see a specialist. We took him to the specialist and we found out that she had part of a stick in her foot. They would have to put her under and do surgery. I had to beg my husband to let me do this few hundred dollar surgery on my $1.50 duck. He finally came around and the doctor was able to fix my girl duck. He finally let me know that she was actually a he so we should switch the name around. The DR also said we had to keep him away from the other ducks for a week. I decided that after the week was done I was going to have a little party with some close friends who also have pets and celebrate. Well that Friday came and we had a little party. I let all the ducks play in the yard with all the other animals (chickens, dogs etc). As the party was going on my granddaughter came up to me and said “he’s going to be in trouble”. I asked her what she was talking about and I look over and one of the dogs had two feathers sticking out of his mouth. He ate my duck whole. I was so sad…I didn’t even get to name him a boy name yet.
I couldn’t help but laugh at both of these stories so I thought I should share them.
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