In here there are several good stories from my life and all of which are true, enjoy!

The Noodle Dog

This is a story about my dog Happy, the meal stealer! It all started when my brother wanted to have some macaroni and cheese for lunch.

   "Mom," asked Daniel, "may I have macaroni and cheese for lunch?"

    "Now, Daniel, you know I’m not eating today," she replied.

    "Awe, but mom, I am really hungry," he said.

    "No buts, you will just have to make it yourself," She said.

    "Oh ok I guess I can," he grumbled.

So he went to the kitchen and put some macaroni noodles in a pot and heated the oven up to cook the noodles. He was busy stirring the cheese into the macaroni when…….. "Aroowo Arggoooowo," whined our dog Happy.

    "What are you looking at?" asked my brother, "This is my food, not yours, mine."

Happy looked at him intently and then whined again.

    "Oh Happy here," and he gave Happy a dog biscuit.

He then finished making his food with Happy by his side. I don’t know what it was but Happy had the most curious look on his face as if he was quietly planning something sneaky.

Then just as Daniel had sat down to a nice bowl of macaroni and cheese, I called Daniel up to see something on the computer. Then Happy saw the steaming pot of juicy yummy macaroni on the table and he took his opportunity, in a flash he was up on the kitchen table gulping down all the yummy macaroni that hungry old Daniel had been preparing for an hour. When Daniel came back down to the kitchen, he saw Happy on the table licking up the juicy remains of what once was a delicious lunch.

    "HAPPY!" he yelled furiously, "How could you do that!"

Happy looked over at him a little green and by his facial expression obviously guilty.

He then slunk off carefully so as not to disturb the food now settled at the bottom of his stomach. Seeing the last bit of macaroni about the size of a crumb resting at the bottom of the pot was just too much to bear, Daniel ran off in a terrible huff about the loss of his lovely lunch.

 

 

Comical Stories From My Early childhood

    I was around 5 years old when one of the funniest things happened to me. My mom had always told me that if I fell down the stairs I would kill myself so when it finally did happen it was… well… you’ll find out. We were at our pastor’s house one time and my brother and I were enthralled with how a slinky would tumble down the stairs. So my brother and I played and played with those slinkys and we had a ton of fun. My brother soon got bored, however, but I kept playing. As I was running up and down the stairs playing with my new toy I fell down the stairs and tumbled down onto the cement floor below. I wasn’t hurt but my mom had always told me that if I fell down the stairs, I would kill myself so when I hit the bottom I screamed, "Mommy I’m dead, Mommy I’m dead!" My parents and all the other people in the house soon came running asking urgently at the top of the staircase if I was okay. When I finally got my wits about me again and realized I was still alive, I got up, brushed myself off and acted as though nothing had happened. Well it just shows how impressionable kids can be.

    I used to have a fear of goblins and ghosts and that kind of thing when I was younger so I would have about 3 or four nightmares each night about them. One night I had a dream of a whole bunch of goblins and ghosts floating around in my pillow. I then woke myself up and thought to myself that it’s the only logical explanation for all these nightmares, they simply have to be living in my pillow. So I cast my pillow onto the ground and tried sleeping without it to see if that would stop the nightmares. No sooner than I had fallen asleep, I had another nightmare so I thought that’s it if I’m going to have to live with nightmares, then I’ll at least live with them in comfort! So I picked up my pillow and fell asleep.

 

 

Airmiles to Avoid

    It was springtime and I wanted to ride my bike now that the winter was over and it was warming up. I was only 9 years old at the time. It was a beautiful Sunday afternoon at our house in Airdrie. My mom had gone to the hairdressers about 2 hours ago so my brother and I were left alone with my dad. I was really excited because I was going to ride my bike again for the first time in a year. My dad came outside and opened up the shed for me to get my bike out. He told me I could only ride my bike on the sidewalk and that I had to be very careful. I rode all the way up the sidewalk to the street corner and then all the way back down to the other street corner. It was great but I was hot and I wanted to enlarge my profile on my bike so that I would feel more wind on my face. So as I was going down back towards my house at high speed I stopped pedaling and stood up on my pedals. Unfortunately I had forgotten that my bike had brakes that were activated by pushing back on the pedals. When I stood up I accidentally pushed backwards on the pedals putting the brakes on suddenly. This launched me over the handlebars of my bike and skidding my bike under our neighbor’s truck and scraping my chin against the sidewalk’s rough surface. Luckily I was wearing a helmet, so my helmet took the brunt of my fall, shielding my forehead from getting a huge lump and possibly a wound. I was very unhappy. A long deep cut had been inflicted upon my chin and I was very fearful of how mad my dad would be, when he found out I had hurt myself. So I went back home slowly and crying mostly because of the thought of how cross my dad and mom would be. When my dad saw the cut in my chin he was very mad and worried. He quickly cleaned the wound and then put a Band-Aid on it. Once he had properly dressed the cut we went to the doctor’s office to have it fixed up and see if it needed to have stitches. While my dad and I were waiting outside the doctor’s office, I saw one of my friends from school wave to me. I was very unhappy, my chin hurt and my dad wasn’t very happy with me. I was definitely not in the mood to return the wave. My dad seemed to be thinking of what he was going to say to my mom when she got back. He was obviously worried and unhappy about what had happened. I was beginning to wonder if I would have to have stitches and whether it would hurt and if so how much. We were soon called into the doctor’s office where we waited for him to come in and fix me up. He just had to put a bandage on it and clean it. I was very lucky. When I got back, it was late, I was tired and upset. My mom had already arrived and been told of the nasty event by a note we left. Boy, was she mad! Most of her anger was funneled into worry, though, so it wasn’t too bad. Well, I wasn't allowed to ride my bike for awhile, but that was quite good, it probably saved me some more accidents.

 

 

The River Of Golden Screams!

    We were having a great time on vacation in Whistler, B.C. when this happened.

    We were going canoeing that day on The River Of Golden Dreams. So we went down to the canoe rental place and rented a canoe for the day. We started out on a lake and started up a little outlet from the lake. It was beautiful! There were flowers and green trees everywhere with lots of shade. My mom was just relaxing and having a great time while we rowed and then she saw a sign which read "Beware of Alligators!" She totally freaked out and said turn the boat around right now! Then of course my brother reminded her that the water was much to cold for alligators to live in. So my mom stopped worrying and took it as a practical joke someone played. As we were rowing, I noticed that the water was flowing substantially faster and it was turning into churning white water! By now my mom was taking her turn rowing. As per usual my dad was calm and he at the time in some twisted way thought the whole thing was quite comical. As we entered the rapids my mom got so flustered she dropped her paddle. To make things worse we got caught in a whirlpool of water! As my dad tried to get our paddle back, we were being turned around and around at high speed. All the commotion had apparently stirred a little boys attention and he was now yelling out, "I’ll help you, I’ll help you." Now my dad had gotten the paddle back and he was assuring the little boy that we didn’t really need help or maybe he spoke too soon because just then he dropped his paddle. He now no longer thought the situation was funny. In fact, he was quite annoyed. Well, we did finally get out of that horrible river and all the way back to our resort. My dad was complaining about how the brochure had said what a pleasant trip it would be. Eventually we did of course get over the little incident. In fact, we even began to laugh about it, especially when we were walking over the bridge the river passed under and saw another family floating down the river like a cork and screaming their heads off.

   Well that is it, I hope you enjoyed my stories.