Hey, everyone.

Sorry I haven't posted in a while. =)

Guess what? I am offically CPR and first aid certified.

Cool, huh? I was sooo nervous about it. I had to take a written test, and even though it was multiple choice, I was still freaking out because I'm not used to it. But I only missed one question out of twenty. (She said you were allowed to miss five and still pass.)

Plus, I was actually supposed to be sixteen, but they didn't ask how old I was over the phone, so when my troop leaders (I went with my Girl Scout troop leaders, and a few other leaders, for one of my badges) handed me a peice of paper to take notes on, which the instructor was passing around, the instructor looked at me and went 'Is she taking the test, too?'. I was so freaked out at that point. Yikes. Then she looks at one of my leaders and says, 'She's supposed to be sixteen,' and I could feel my heart sinking. It was so scary.

But anyway, I'm certified because they're allowed to certify people as young as twelve. So I felt better about that. She said as long as I could pass the test and I knew enough she would certify me.

We had to practice on dummys, which was a bit weird, even though we didn't have to touch our mouths to it, because they don't have legs or arms. It's like the torso of a person.

The scariest part, though, was that we also had to practice CPR and the Heimlic on infants. It was so terrifying to think about having to do that for A baby, let alone YOURS, you know?

Plus, for CPR, you have to push on their chest with TWO fingers, because they're so small... It's so scary. For when their choking, you have to pound on their backs five times, then turn them over and push on their chests with two fingers five times, then repeat until they're "Up, down, or out.", up being out of them, down being they swallowed it, and out being they've passed out.

It was SO SCARY. I mean to see an INFANT there, you know? They're so tiny...

Oh well. I'm sure all the girls will understand me.

Today, I am thirteen. I'm a teenager now!

My parents and my aunt and uncle gave me a desk, a paper tray, a pencil cup, and a really pretty lamp, and my sister gave me a pair of gardening gloves and two packets of seeds, one for peas and the other for hybrid spinach.

Then my mum and my sister gave me a braided rug that they made themselves. (They stole one of my books to know how to do it properly. =]) The fabric was from my old comforter that one of my dogs, Raider, had been chewing on so it was all torn and stuff. Really cool, though. I loved it. =)

It's weird how you don't feel any older on your birthday, you know? Like, I still feel like I'm twelve even though I'm not.

Anyway, I've got to go now. =)

Hopefully my super-long post made up for exactly one month of nothing.

-Insane Winged Girl