My Birthdays This Year

     This year I had three birthdays.  My first was two to three weeks before my actual birthday, this part was with some of my friends.  We had a tea party, some of you are probably thinking, 'a tea party? really?'.  I understand, but this tea party was a wonderland/Masquerade tea party, so we dressed up.  We had tons of fun, we ate a bunch of stuff that's not good for you.  We did some English Country Dancing.  And I got to open some presents, that was pretty fun too, at least for me.  I was really glad it went well.
     My next party was with my family, my sisters roommate, and another family.  We all had a great time, I opened some more presents, ate more dessert.  We talked, some of us played games, and pretty much just hung out.  That was the night before my birthday day.
     Most of you a probably pretty bored with this already, don't worry it hasn't gotten to the exciting part yet.  I don't believe in superstitions but for this blog just pretend I do.  My 13th birthday was on Friday the 13th, pretty funny right, especially because it was a pretty fun birthday, and so far my 16th one had been too.  However that all had to change on my birthday day.
     I was sitting at my computer doing some school, I used to get school off on my birthday since I'm homeschooled, but with homework now I can't do that.  So sitting at my desk, doing school, my sister is behind me at her table, my mother is cleaning the bathroom (don't know why since I leave it spotless), and my dad is cleaning the lawn mower.  I was bored to death at this point, I heard the lawn mower turn on, then it turned off.  I didn't pay much attention.  Then my dad called my mother saying he needed help.  I didn't really know why my dad was asking my moms help with the lawn mower, four of my brothers were at home.  But then he called her again.  Realizing his voice sounded different I went to the door to see what was wrong.  My dad has sitting on the step at the back door holding his hand, then my mother and oldest brother still at home came in, my dad sent Ben (the eldest brother still living at home) out to find his finger.  My mother was as calm as she could be, she pushed me out of the way trying to find the phone, she still can't remember that.  Finally she found it, called 911, and asked for the closes hospital.  We don't go to the hospital very often, I have never been in one myself.  Meanwhile my brother was putting the tip of my dads left ring finger on ice in a plastic bag, my sister was a little confused over what was happening until she saw the finger.  I was just trying to stay out of the way.  My mom gave me the phone while she and my dad and Ben got into the van.  I was trying to ask the lady which hospital we should go to but she just kept asking whether we wanted an ambulance, after I told her no three times she finally hung up.  My mom said not to worry about it and left.  So I stayed home, called my music teacher and told her we wouldn't be having class, my younger sister wrote on facebook about it, so we got some calls from others.  Someone sent us pizza for dinner.  It was probably an 45 minutes after they left when Ben texted me saying Dad was fine and they where on their way to Modesto.  I kinda relaxed after that.  Cleaned up a little outside, there wasn't much blood or anything.  It was pretty crazy.  This was about a month ago.  It's still wierd to see my dads hand... but otherwise we're all good.

                                                                                                    A.M.D