Reviving the Chicks

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These are the pictures of the reviving process, I'm not sure why the random pictures of Me Mom and Sarah or Hannah Me and Sarah are with them though.

Calling Father Goose!! Emergency!!!

10 minutes.
Freezing water.
Stage 4 hypothermia.
CPR.
11 poor helpless creatures.
A mother's tears.
All of this can only add up to one thing. A near death experience for 11 of the newest members of our family. Lets go back to the beginning.
Exactly 8 days ago, my mom became a new mother, minus the nine month agonizing period of time with a bloated stomach. How is this possible you may ask?? She is a mother hen without feathers. Our chicks hatched. Happy day, they have been a blessing right from the start and we have been so tickled that they were sent to our home. Since the time of their arrival they have been dwelling in our kitchen in a box, however yesterday my parents took a trip to the dump to drop off some junk and they came home with some more. Aka, a chicken cage, and the chicks were introduced to their permanent home, the great outdoors. This is where the tragedy begins.
The day started out like normal, me and Sarah slept outside under the stars and Mom came and woke us up so she could turn on the sprinklers. We went inside, moseyed about for about a half an hour when Mom jumped up and started yelling something about sprinklers, chicks, and ten minutes. She was nearly in tears when we were finally able to comprehend. The baby chicks were out on the lawn, at the mercy of the relentless sprinklers.
When we ran out we were horrified to find that they were soaked to the bone, shivering balls of meat laying in a deformed pile!! They were all mostly dead, at most only 3% alive, and we had little hope of reviving any of them. We pulled out lamps, blow dryers, and towels to begin the process of resurrection for these helpless little babes. Picking up the chicks out of the cage there were many we wondered if they were even a little alive, but not having time to worry we began the life saving technique of CPR. Sarah started CPR, passed it to me and I wiped it with a towel, and passed in down to Mom who was blow drying her little heart out why trying to see through a river of tears. Now, nearly two hours later, the deformed pile of wet feathers has transformed to fluffy clean little chicks again. We asked Mom how she felt about the whole thing and all she could say was, "Heavenly Father maded them feel better."

The House Makeover!!!

Well ladies (and Jonny) it's been a long couple of weeks if ya know what i mean. Fixing up the house hasn't exactly been my favorite activity but there have been some serious bonding moments. So far Dad needs to get fixed........ his neck. Mom needs a new latter. Katie needs more popcycles, and my singing is rapidly improving. Yes it's true Dad really said that, laying on mom's lap with a grown. AHH we're still laughing about that one. The latter thing was a total accident ok. I was on the big cabnet thing painting and when i started to get down something happened and I fell and hit the latter on the way down. The first thing mom said was "You broke my latter!" Apparently she already knows that I am her strongest child because obviously she wasn't worried about me, just her latter. I mean I didn't even get an "Are you ok?" All I could do was stare at her in shock, then finally i squeaked out " The latter?" Mom " Ya you broke it!" So as you can see I now owe mom a new latter. During this hard time in our house fixing days there is one thing that we ALWAYS have in our freezer. Popcycles! That's right and we go through probably a bag every two days. Usually Katie gets one first or me and then the rest of us follow and get one. Then she'll get another one so we get another one too. So now our freezer is running quite low and we definetly need some more! Well if you thought my voice was amazing before.... you should hear me now. Mom, Dad, and Katie just can't seem to get enough of my beautiful master pieces. Last week Katie told me I sang like a goat. It was a very motivational piece of information. I took a step up and now she says I sing like a bird. So if you ever need help with sacrament meeting or a talent show... I'm here for you!! well i wish i could stay and chat but sadly there is work to be done! (Katie's still in bed) Stay cool young ones!!!

Boys, Bikers, and Babes

I would like to inform everyone that I have been promoted. Instead of the white black girl who has been a slave to everyone since approximately March 27th, I have now moved up to the position of Slave-Master. I have willingly sacrificed myself for the better good, namely: Sarah. I am now in the position to become corrupted by the influence of power so that she can stay humble and meek like she needs to. In other words, she has my job. The poor unfortunate soul. Well, as a high and mighty server, I now get to entertain the guests. Lucky me. In the two nights I have worked it has actually been very eventful, and has quite exceeded my expectations in that way. On Monday night, I was nervous to say the least. Everyone had told me their horror stories about the hand held computers we now use instead of doing everything by hand. From charging people the wrong ticket to having them freeze and not being able to use them at all I was expecting the worst. The other girl who recently got promoted went home crying like crazy her first night, and she never cries. Well, thankfully my parents taught me to rely on someone bigger then me that can solve any problem big or small. Before work I prayed my heart out and went to face the wolves. My first table was the Mickelson's. That's right, the ninny's come out to their restaurant and make us wait on them, which is totally awkward and annoying. But besides that, so far so good. One after another, my tables would come in, eat, and leave happy. It was a miracle. I didn't have any problems the whole night. Everything went smooth as butter. There was a table of five boys that came in that the other server took care of. I just ignored them mainly because their server is quite annoying but also because I had my own tables to take care of. Well, as I was walking by, they called me over to talk to me. I went over and talked for a few minutes and left, no biggie. When they left however, their server and another worker came running back to find me because low and behold, they left me their number :) woot woot!! I don't think their waitress was very happy that her table left me their number, but what can I say :). Other then that, the night was fairly normal. Then last night. Wow, where to begin.... My very first table was two hard core bikers who were probably in their early fifties. They raced cars and rode Harlies and were probably the ones who started the stereotype for bikers. Their arms were completely tattooed and they had the big chest and arms that would cause you to go to the emergency room if you accidentally ran into them, built like a rock, well probably boulder. Anyway, they came in and started showing me these pictures of their sons and saying all these weird things about how we would make such a cute couple and we could live in their house and ride their motorcycles, and all sorts of strange things. It was actually really funny when the one guy pulled out the picture of his sons because he was showing me the picture of the older one but there was someone else in the picture with him. She had long naturally curly hair, and looked a little young for him, but it was my only chance. When he said he would send his son down, I said the first thing I could. "He already has a girl though." Oops. In these days you actually can't say that, because in fact, there are boys with long curly hair too. It was his other son. My bad!! I felt stupid but didn't really care because they were so happy to be there they just thought it was funny. Well, they kept going on and on and on and on and wanted to send a picture to the son, and wanted me to take a picture with their race car but luckily, their phone died! Hallelujah!!! The next two hours were spent listening to them decide which actress I looked like, what their next motorcycle trip was, and watching people get attacked by the birds outside in the front trees. It was very interesting. They did leave a good tip though, which was great. It made for an exciting night, and I'm excited to see what tonight brings. Who knows, maybe this time I'll meet prince charming for reals.